Long Harpy Poems

There's a Senior's home called the Shady Lane
    and life's curse is at an end.
Where a hundred souls are kept in line
    till Death its message sends.
They built a...

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“Strange Ways, Here We Come”




the devil’s advocate
came waltzing 
through my doors

“I had no choice”
the supercilious harbinger said,
“to intervene, to parlay away

something 
not 
mine

now 
you're 
doing time 

not the criminal recidivist
nor usurping interloper
and their profound lies

every...

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I'm not sure Shem
the Lord said he was sad,
he told me that a long time ago
the angels had done something terrible
that they had compromised their divine command
for carnal caprice, that their offspring had become offensive,...

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Forge on ever foolish
Cucumbers in your relish
Black Smiths and Peasants 
get into the darkness, out of the Parish


The Red Horse gallops, polls, bearers, of holes
Get out of its way, as the
rumors gather Communist ships
 ...

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For such a low gudgeon, Dorian in high dudgeon.
The puppet popped atop amid internal turmoil,
Of the Russian, for the Russian and by the Russian,
He spent nearly 3 years trafficking spoils

The puppet popped atop amid internal...

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When she meets you for the first time she should hand you a card, 
Laminated, that tells you her name and what she does... 
Not a business card you understand, but a warning and an...

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Salty glass eyes,
Thimbles brimming
with summer-leaf green poison
stare back at me.

A stare chilled subzero.
I, of course, imagine this stare
is a defense mechanism to hide her troubles.
I imagine a glimmer of light
that luminates from her bust.
This is...

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I lie - what wife mine’d been saying (our solidarity betraying)
Was in fact much more dismaying: “Why have you not come before?
From our lives you’ve been absented – with your coming, I’m contented.”
Would I could...

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The Witch of Winslow Street

In West Saint John, no fortune sprang.
But greatness graced the Blue Rock Gang.
As Carleton rascals, David Goss
And Bobby Alexander launched
A secret goal that made them itch,
To see which woman was a...

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my soul is the shape of a bloodstain
poured there by Nadine Maraschino
my right eye sits
in the ruby voodoo goblet
that she wears upon her head
Nadine was a 3-toed egg laying harpy
from the cauldron of shame
but she...

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The wait seemed eternal to feel inspiration.
Minutes were mountains as each one ticked by,
my hand poised grasping a pen, and then
seated without hitting one stroke on a key.
A closed mind submits nothing, zero and zilch
in...

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With glorious primordial certainty
  the sun will rise, the sun will set;
likewise you languish knowing what you're about,
  you know what is and isn’t so;
  yet, ultimately, you don’t.
Chained to the chromium...

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...... Part 3 ......

The old wolf creeps, the old wolf leaps
on prey he’s been a’ trackin’ –
a deer adorned with branchin’ horns
is torn by beasts attackin’.
The morning quakes, a shadow shakes,
tined antlers left a’ lyin’,
and...

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Frigid metals twist like 
Banshees in shriek,
Making all who hear it fear it's threatening speech.
Cognitive cogs, turning out torture-
instigating further madness noir.
Pale green and gold in it's likeness.
Promulgated sickness.
Rusted iron dust to waft in the...

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Head pounding from 3 hours of sleep
stomach weak unable to eat
no heart is breaking
because there is not one to break
I gave you what was left of my peices
and you shattered them too
Never again to listen...

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River is flowing 
 Kids in it are playing
One makes believe rock
Is a giant whale

They imagine great ships taking sail
Each whishes for it to be real tale
Not the boredom of small town with only a...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Four

A chill-marrow scowling wind rushed up abysms of the South
Rumpled Lady Lake’s sparse dripping tresses splashing up Her mouth
Gushing fountain raced down the waterfall crumpling eye-lashes
And slurped the...

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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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i realised for the first time today what a harpy i am – 
what a bitter, wicked harridan...
i recognised, at last, the depths of my enigmatic evil 
...and it was shocking, i can’t deny it;...

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Each sound
              free or bound
each petal
Each quivering utterance
              ...

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    Talk about strutting your tail-feathers, 
and using your assets to get what you want,
when calling card
is no gambit or bluff to flaunt-
In the crimson sky, read taled, 
"Glinted Eye", air siren...

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avid arm-wrestling against awesome Allie
brave Billy Bouncer balks a bit at Ballet.
cocky courage cancelled, civic concentration.
during Des Moines Diamond demonstration
energetic efforts enthuse eager Eddie
facing fearless frog-legged Freddie
gracious Greta grants gorillas gratuities
harry harpoons happy harpy Helga...

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avid arm-wrestling against awesome Allie
brave Billy Bouncer balks a bit at Ballet.
cocky courage cancelled, civic concentration.
during Des Moines Diamond demonstration
energetic efforts enthuse eager Eddie
facing fearless frog-legged Freddie
gracious Greta grants gorillas gratuities
harry harpoons happy harpy Helga...

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Tangled In The Wrench Of A Beast 

Smothered in dismay and
 throb 
My shrill pleas apexd, but was yet, unheard
Whilst latched beneath this fierce demon  
Whose gaze was as dreadful as his soul

My tide...

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Your castle has a moat
to mark for the unawares
the point of danger,
the change of rule.
My fort has a juice box

Your castle has a drawbridge
to allow in only those
who pass the "Hark! Who goes"
test and cause...

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