Long Hankerings Poems

………….….A Drop
………………….of
.....…......Patience
..........…Time waits
............To manifest?
..........Time to fructify?
Time between action and result?
Patience is wait, in time, for desirous results?
Is patience the time taken for desires to manifest?
'To actions, you have the right; not to the fruits thereof'.
This...

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As Pharoah thought
Deep thoughts on Thoth,
He became serious
And thought of Osiris.

What of Seth?
What do Anubis and Horus sayeth?
Of Amun and Mut,
And panoplied Nut?

It may take me forever
Mused the Pharoah -
To invent the Alphabet
To honour me...

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The calendar counts the weeks and months of COVID.
Yet, every pensive daybreak I am granted that for which I never asked.
Of course, suffering sickness and death tolls are endlessly morbid.
Still, my morning strolls find dazzling...

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She was half asleep in the auditorium
Finding this new year’s curriculum 
Dreadfully burdensome and cumbersome
So altogether utterly drearisome
   When all of a sudden she heard beating of a drum
    ...

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Raise an anthem to them
The torrentuos folks in their prime
Take your pen in hands
Let it flow freely on a book
Write of the bliss and diss
Of youthful ardour for piety


Amidst the daily hectic hustle
In the bustling...

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Some saw a clinging troll,
others the saccharine flesh
of a dark love.

The mother loomed over his brow,
swaddled his senses.
Each day, the boy
stumbled further from that
too loving embrace.
He grew ill-formed in mind
by the cloy of her.

Young girls...

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Humpty Dumpty had no yolk
As oft implied to younger folk.
This hatched idea in oviform
Should never have become the norm.
And so, before it is too late
I mean to set the record straight.

For Humpty was a tortoise...

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tactic twain trudging
eerie earth moaning
gaunt goddesses grooving
per punctured feelings
on hoisted hankerings
seeped'n salient scrunchies

then mystic metamorphosis
by bully bewitched
callous crest castrating

foil fates fostering:
fighting fortune furiously
nocturnal nature spilled

callous chaos's combustion
war met leisure.
      ...

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BITTER    LEMON.


I want to cut my teeth
On the rind of a bitter lemon
And feel the veins of wintry night
Caught in eddies on the frozen lips.

To follow the paths of the sea
Or to...

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