Long Handmaidens Poems

A legend of Ireland that lives long and hard through this very day
Is of Jack the widow’s son who took risks that truly did more than pay.
He and his frightened, broke mother were in dire...

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very short, abridged, edited, small version.

There was a cave, deep within the hills
Of St Francis
A seedling traveled by the black crow
And was dropped on the wings of a dove
Only to tumble tumble, down, earthenly bound
The...

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Moon In Auburn


As the stars were heaped upon a mantles Shangri-La
The miniature toy town beneath its cape 
Quiet hung in yellow golden windows lit
So silent in the dales and woods blanket
The dog fox cry echoed...

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We know this world is the devil's playground
And he will do anything to turn people away
From our Lord and savior Jesus Christ almighty
But good will always conquer evil so have heart
And let the bright white...

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Upon reality, I spring the truth
Of candid sights of nature
She comes stealthily towards me
Leaving no tracks in her walk
The moon enlightens the soul’s encampment
Upon the reality of marksmanship
Swiftly and without a sound
She leaves a truth...

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Yet Walk Thee, Into Dawn's Sweet Renewing Rays

Once lost, what hell else better have you got?
Two broken feet, treading on molded rot
Nay! Cry thee not for some whimsical muse
More the worst for darker world to...

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A METAPHYSICAL MUSE
What thou lovest in her face
is colour,if her face be painted 
on a board or wall, thou wilt
love it.She speaks,smiles and
kisses much. Because it is 
painted do you not behold with 
pleasure her...

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The song they sing 
Will bewitch you
Promising you everything
Warming your bed to loving you

Heartbreakers for sure
Full of wickedness and sin
They are so evil
Promising love but taking a life

They were handmaidens to the
Goddess Persephone 
When Haides...

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in the realms of marine stardust
there still flicker deviant desires,
fanned flames that nothing can prevent,
lustrous ignitions devoid of hesitations;
bartering for the souls and shoes
of footloose heroines,
laddered of stocking and careless
of moral fibre;
ah, they were and...

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Nemesis of well tended graveyards
flourish with abundant life—
luscious with nourishing reward.
Birds and worms feast without strife:

basking in the sun are ripe red tomatoes;
rivaled only by the soil’s full bosom potatoes.

Clouds of joy shed quenching spring...

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