Long Heartlands Poems

And it will be served proudly

Shore to shore, long highways roam undignified
through heartlands of wounded fields, crying
overgrown long of factories closed,
unemployment, crime,  
homes foreclosed on, lives given to dust,
coughed in past dreams now dissipating
along...

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There is a place called tomorrow
Where this set of politicians
Who claim we elected them
Will all be gone
Even the last trace of their names
Will be no more.
No need naming names
Or pointing fingers at them
You and I...

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Loss fills the air
As people queue;
Death can speak

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A common thread
Links us in gloom;
Mindful faces

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Dry humid March
National mourning;
Heavy hearts

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Gratitude speaks
Multi-racial tones;
Heat wave trials

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Gun carriage cortège
Last journey route;
Crowds salute

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Heavy rains fall
People brave downpour;
Final goodbyes

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Public affection
Never seen before;
Singaporean...

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Between the fibers 
of this page,
an ancient magic
has been laid


Pressing leaves 
with mystical power,
and kissing the corners 
to grow sunflowers


Cherish a word
a wish or rhyme,
making it grow
deep in your mind


Taking the letters
that are your divine,
weave...

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Drumming from the amps, bristling with snares and hooks,
(“I see in your eyes, castles in Spain.”);
Aide memoirs of the past, post-war resurrection, stubbornly,
Wreathed in wires of smoke and delineated by baselines,
(“I see in your eyes,...

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Steps on mud, a stalking thread,
Red strings wind through dying groves
Where life needs time, to find footing,
Red strings halt hands in greed which hold
The axe of ignorance, the axe which bleeds
A people in flight from...

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God, in vengeance is jealous.
God, in vengeance is furious.
On the table of his foes vengeance is served,
For his enemies, his wrath is reserved.

Slow in anger,
Great in power,
He acquits not the wicked,
The guilty does not go...

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On a mild Spring’s night
In the heartlands of Ulster 
A prodigious child was born 
For Ireland, to save her

A man of modest means 
Yet formidable wit
The mystics he joined 
A cause to commit

In poems and...

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Where the earth, 
either scorched or drowned,
meets the fire of war 
or the floods of indifference,
where the sky,
once pristine, now flight-scarred,
meets the trawlers and the oil rigs
on the dying sea,
and the righteousness
that you wore as...

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 was a strolling through the heartlands
and you are in the foliage
Woodlands
When I thought of the woodlands
there are the trees never pining
Death shall never come to the maples
and the peonies never foresting
the burr oak brought...

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Storyteller weaves his tales
throughout my mind and heart.
He alchemies my leaden days
into golden thoughts.

We soar above the shrinking earth
on word-filled wings at night,
glide on intellectual planes;
it’s Truth we seek to find.

Charting unknown territory
of heartlands, minds...

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I wander the landscapes of solitude
Unchecked and unhealed,
Beneath heavens speared with bamboo rain,
A blade on my back concealed
Beyond where the eye can envisage and see,
Deserts burning dry,
Beyond where the temples sink in the dust,
Under a...

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Where leads the heavy road, please take me there 
On spines of chrome and steel, 
On the silken backs of angels, 
To where the heartlands are so real. 

Where leads the heavy road, please take...

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