Long Hearses Poems

That soft-spoken Sovereign commands a big stick, 
runs the world into ruins, once our bailiwick.
If asked why, He grins grimly, pale lips slightly pursed:
"Vindication? Straightforward: It's Me and Me First" 

(To mesmerise people He needed...

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Behold! 

A gaping black-
Curtains of a heaven, drawn
Set adrift
Across the wilt of the zodiac! 

An’ so, she emerged

An’ madness dreamt into reality 
A bow, to tether-
Then glide down humanity
Every heart string, to vibrate an’ tear-
Tooth...

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I’m writing another life bringer
Sunshine that’ll linger
This Bright light shining 
Brighter than diamonds on your finger
Straight knowledge kicking 
Straight verse spitting
Scripted through my pen
Then put on a page and written

I’m here to help find the...

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Screaming Guillotines

I.

I sit on the wide veranda of this house called America,
And I can see the Beast Boys coming our jungled way,
Coming like wild torrents of lapping flames over the astonished landscape,
Coming with black eyes...

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Boys turned into men 
Acting chivalry needing to defend 
Thackray who never was 
Due to the wasp woman wanting buzz 
Gunners waited for Watford to arrive 
“Foul!” they did claim in a cry 
On target...

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I am the Project Air Bridge, 
The veritable virus lord-cum-felon of duty fraud.
Fumaye's privileged his bridge that projects pompous airs.
Maelstrom, mammon coextend where it forks and fares.
Transpontine ambulances shriek, hearses creak;
Cispontine pandemia profiteerings peak. 
Lip...

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It's already hard enough to say anything accurately
without further obfuscating and camouflaging the soul.
The faces in the funeral pews are impassive, impatient
and the dead woman cares not what's said, isn't even present.

The poet gets innumerable...

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The sun descends this cloudless night
A moon for howling, full and bright
A moon by which the bats take flight
And wolf-men and the undead bite

Stretchered in, a bite mark cruel
He won’t heal but must refuel
But medics’...

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Word Quintet in E Minor

Too many tan hearses cruise down my street in 1963
Too many grieving souls cry shattered tears here.
Green throbbing lawns ruminate like grazing cows.
Red-bricked chimneys stand erect in the tall wind.

You and...

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Blind Hearses

Another dubious nuptial at sundown, 
Sequestered beyond the rolling tribal hills,
South of Spring Street across the bridge,
Down the road aways, maybe seven miles.
Another ceremony of spoken vows and tears,
Hidden carefully to the thorny south,...

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         ~~FEAR IS A WEAPON~~




To steal the calmness from your
soul's calm vibrations.
Thus~ stop listening...

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I held the hand of Jesus last night,
He woke me this morning and we looked outside.
Scratchy records played protest songs from
The 60’s, as hearses rolled by, filled with forgotten
dreams….”you can burn that paper box, boy,...

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Covid Christmas © 2020
by Bob Moore 

T’was a month before Christmas, And all through the town,
People wore masks which covered their frown.
The frown had begun, way back in the spring,
When a global pandemic had changed...

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Monster Trees 

Monster trees reaching down through insane skies like spiders,
They see something coming in the green benign stretches,
We are the onion ring bearers wearing dark-day secrets.
We know what happens when bearded eyes shut tight,
When...

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The undead?
One day, a high summer season, I drove my bike
along with a narrow track, the led me deep into 
a landscape that once had been domesticated
but now had gone back to nature,
I came upon...

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Emerging from the downtown hardware store
I saw a strange funeral procession
Two black limo hearses were at the front
Then walked a man without expression

The man had a shaggy dog on a leash
A long string of people...

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Blue Cheese and Old Pickles Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish

A dish of disappointment
mocks the kitchen chef
two anomalies sitting on his cutting board
all in their glory, dumbfounded
... and unappetizing 
plated for aliens and not humans
or for a horse...

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Together Forever

Sweet-smelling jasmine flowers drifting neath, 
as matched scented ash filters near pursuit;
graveyard blue glimpse, cold as its winter heath,
marble spread from ash and spikes in tribute.

Dolor folks tear stain...

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I worry that my coat will murder me.
Hanging on Banister’s Edge it’s a man lurking, dark.

I’ve seen rows of killers shadowed and waiting,
hidden in the ridges of the living room radiator,
ready to pounce during a...

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Sunsets pass, grass keeps 
growing, over your grave and 
around your mausoleum.
Tarnished and faded names, 
just like your ghost. It's not like 
we ever planned this, but it's 
not like we never saw it 
coming.
Since...

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Gone are the  demons, gone are the gangs
No more mafia in their ranks.

Gone are the criminals, don't need police.
Don't need lawyers, those reformed make peace.

Money is extinct, no more bankers or casinos.
No more insurance...

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My souls is filled with verses and hearses
Looking for lyrics, My mind still searches
My mind isn't on a sprint but its running
When they read it, The aristocrats just keep shunning
Reading my emotions and you turn...

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What's a single mom, overworked witch to do?
School potlucks won't suck up fat vats of witch brew
Green goop soup disinfects science projects
Magic wand deflects coupon blonde's rejects

Soccer field congealed, frogs in fish tanks
Your warlock son...

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With its silvery veil the moon's pallid sheen
Spectrally cloaks  and invests all the homes
Transformed into midnight mausoleums
While those who  sleep within can never  be seen

As cold as the tomb
As miserable as a...

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Appeared to be a normal day,
At our University of the Third Age,
Grannies and Grandads writing epic lit.,
Forgot our hearing aids and blankets....
We walked away from our class,
Drank our coffees on the grass,
One old moll began...

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