Long Harpies Poems

I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a dog on a short leash, into the forbidden citadel, the...

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Once so loyal and always true the gargoyles watch everything now
During their stony slumbers with their careful one-eyed open view,
As evil red-eyed demons rain down upon us in their dark-sprit forms,
Whilst our unsuspecting mortal Earth...

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A Bohemian Maze of True Evil

Once so loyal and always true the gargoyles watch everything now
During their stony slumbers with their careful one-eyed open view,
As evil red-eyed demons rain down upon us in their dark-sprit...

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Once so loyal and always true the gargoyles watch everything now
During their stony slumbers with their careful one-eyed open view,
As evil red-eyed demons rain down upon us in their dark-sprit forms, 
Whilst our unsuspecting mortal...

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(Continues after part 1)

Stopped to talk, and then “Since his voice now dries”,
Told poet to me, “your time don’t lose, be fast;
But speak, and ask him, if like that more arise”.

And I to him: “Let...

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Enktantas sat bolt upright,
in his hut near the temple walls,
he lived just below Olympus,
worked there beneath the mountain tall.

He worked to serve the oracles
who would augur the will of gods,
Enktantas was no holy man,
but paid...

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If only you knew the satanism
I'm leading telepathicly
something none truly understand
groupings, games, how this list is a rock of dangerousness
into the future of paranoia, power, deception, and tricks
fate 
stop 
something in time

slide slippers
marbles
soap
slide...

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MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
  
If you are Red   I am Brown
If you’re not 
Then as one concrete painter using phonemes 
...

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Perplexed by riddles and betrayed by Time,
The lonely spirit travels far adrift
On the horizon’s dim and distant line,
In search of other souls, both strong and swift.

From the eternal temple of the gods
Come roiling forth three...

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When you look at cancel culture,
and what it has become today,
you can’t help but look back and think
it didn’t use to be this way.
Free speech was once more respected,
people allowed to say their peace,
half the...

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An Epic Woman  

Woman tell me your thoughts
Shall I be the fool and you the teacher?
Am I your Adonis, or do you see a toad.
Chivalry demands that I am your knight without reward,
For my...

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I just finished reading a new book
Which peers deep into human brains,
Methodically examining each sex
To see what is and isn’t the same,
And while men and women are much alike,
I was fascinated by the difference,
And how...

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when i grow up, i wanna be a pickpocket
more respectable perhaps than a hypocrite
to tell the truth i really don't want to remit
yet it seems kinda unkind, to just be opposite

so i'll say to you...

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Psychiatrist floating downstream
and a mentally ill unfit King
a land of cruelty
and mystery 
no one knows if it was murder or suicide
but the ruler of the land was taken down by a doctor
not a leader of...

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Oh my beautiful Daughters
what have you done to the men of the Earth,
turning the roar of men's' love into notes of shame and whispers,
discoloring the gallant glow of trust with untempered lust for popular worth,

I...

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In the Darkness, when the shadows surround, 
The light grows thin, the flame burnt down,

The Witching Hour draws near,
 The piercing shrill, of the harpies we fear.

The Deathly Knell, of the Clock tower bell,
 We...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twelve

As one solstice surrenders its last gasp of warmth to winter
The Lady of the Lake’s icy grip tightened over her
Still yon Dreamer of the Deep blew smoky wisps...

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When Whitman said
make your life a song,
had he spoken to old whalers?
Did they tell him of nights becalmed
on a pacific salty sea,
when no sound of lapping waves,
or rope stressed wood,
could interfere with the silence in...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : XXXVII - XXXVIII

			XXXVII

If ever I had a country
And if ever by some magic I were the Minister of Housing Development
I'd make it my life-long mission by swearing upon...

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I am ambrosia. 

Straight from Venus.

I am the quick silver; drink from this chalice, my lips divine.

Ares lay his quivering lips upon. 

Once; God of War; raining thunder upon the sky.

I am the one, ...

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Do dreams dream-up the Dreamer to mean something

Do dreams go on dreaming without the Dreamer dreaming
Hold not dreams in mid-stream even during Covid-19
Woken-up dreams scream wild as harpies in poetic shebeen

Don’t dreams tend to come...

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In the shadows, harpies linger as agents provocateur, 
for the Fallen Watchers, for pecking order.
Prostitute mercenaries, 
addicted to mercury and disorder.
Their claws sharp, their cries a shiver, 
their motive insanity from hell's hateful quiver.
They pluck...

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Memory or dream from hell I cannot tell
The vision of stygian forests where harpies dwell
And men from them among men spawned
Greedy gullibles that on pagan mysteries fawned
Evicted from stygian caves to wander bared
Of human comport...

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wind god
was Boreas 
of winter and north winds
swept down from cold northern mountains
of Thrake

he blew
cold icy gusts
of breath from bloated cheeks
hair and beard spiked with ice, wide mouth
howling 

sometimes
seen as horse-shaped
purple-winged swift stallion
he swept down...

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Very soon marmosets and moose
will get their vaccines.

A lone gnome fishes in a Koi pond.

The light of the moon
has been dimmed by a Chinese switch.

Elite bands of cockatoos
fight for free speech, but just for themselves.

Preening...

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