Long Hesitates Poems

Wounded Sacred Dementia: Part Two

Dementia's derelict WinLose SocialWorker
suboptimizingly hesitates
when I tell her
I have not changed my mind
about not adopting Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
into my vulnerable home
with a seven-year-old AfricanAmerican boy
blind
and unable to defend himself,
or even run...

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A poet of a thousand words
The pen garnished by the flame
Like a sea no desire knows
And love becomes the same
As poet to my love for thee
I confess between the lace
Of time and every sorrow made
I...

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Dark, the night morphs slowly toward dawn.
In its last vestige, the moment in which night becomes morning,
he speaks to me.
I refer to him as "he" only to supplicate my own delusional need
to believe that a...

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Lost in a room with only my thoughts,Isolated from the world,
A room my only familiar, I listen to the laughter and the conversations in the halls, imagine all the stories held between these walls? 
I...

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Free-falling in the fire, 
In the fire of desire
Of your coal soul
As darkness takes its toll

Walking into the shadows of the unknown
I am lost and found like an odd lone bone
I groan in shame, 
I...

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The Ancient Viking Warrior In His Old Age, 
A Collaboration With Vladislav Raven

Part (1.)

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand...

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A fierce wind howls as dark clouds race across the horizon,
     and beneath the hood draped over his face the man whispers;
Of a vast land with wild clear waters, of streaking...

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« Porto-Vecchio », song by Julien Doré

(Note : If there’s a melody that can slither/sail past the ear-drums imperceptibly and settle permanently in the hypothalamus, this’s it. The sustained tempo in a low key and...

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A fierce wind howls, and dark clouds race across the horizon,
   and beneath a hood draped over his face, a man whispers;
of a vast land with wild waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets,
...

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A fierce wind howls, and dark clouds race across the horizon,
   and beneath a hood draped over his face, a man whispers;
of a vast land with wild waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets,
...

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A fierce wind howls as dark clouds race across the horizon,
     and beneath the hood draped over his face the man thinks;
of a vast land with wild clear waters, of streaking...

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He stands to leave,
His voice a whisper
Telling me to follow. 

We find a space
And he starts,
Claiming surprise.

He starts off straightforward, almost angry.
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’
My response comes clean, 
‘I don’t know.’ (But I do.)

He...

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Part - 1.

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of life's pay
from blood flowing until care and want expires
battles...

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Soon is the time when blankets will be tucked under chins
moonlight will wash over frosted trees.
the clinking sound of empty milk bottles
early in the pre-dawn air as life begins to stir from slumber
moving into day.
I...

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~2/9/14~

The sun ascends, the sun descends
Leave me alone, loneliness
The morning mourns bitterly – the hummingbird’s song mends
The stranger holds in his distress
The singer hesitates and sings no more 
Her eyes are bloodshot
Illuminating sun spreads sweat...

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I required my tea cooked for me and assisted since I had Cerebral Palsy, so I asked Thomas my care robot to come from the other room. We could relate well, partly because we layons...

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9.

Now a bolt of lightning plummets,
from Heavens own, mighty summits,
it does stay there, as it hits the ground,
as thunder roars, its mighty sound.
Up the bolt, Turvehr does run,
the end, it is most surely come,
as he...

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Following a day of stillness and intermittent sunlight, comes the storm.
Hushed breezes, hot, humid clutching to the skies now race through the trees.
Late afternoon, darkness embraces the skyline, strewn with clouds of shaded blacks and...

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The true believer in the Lord Jesus
cannot go on sinning deliberately so
for there won't be any sacrifice for them
but only judgement left, a fearful blow

In doing this trampled on God's son
disgracing underfoot Christ's redeeming blood
that...

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I walk the roads of countryside
To get back home at night
I keep my feet on well worn path
The full moon is my light

I move along with hurried pace
My heart beats like a drum
A fear inside...

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7.

The Tigress stands at the side of Turvehr,
her head hung low, her face hidden by dark hair,
tears falling freely from her eyes,
in Heaven, the mighty cry tears from the skies.
Mortal sea does now divide,
Turvehr and...

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From the epic poem, EOS; verse, 7308-7350
by Sir Titus Llewellyn, unpublished
Book ii - Bouquet with Love

 

Enter Asha - Junior Psychiatric Nurse

  & William - Sufferer of schizophrenia


William speaks to Asha as she reads...

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THE ARRANGEMENT


    It's a dull, grey afternoon in the middle of October, with nothing much to commend about it. Last of the autumn leaves are falling from trees with the icy breeze,...

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There is a music that weeps comfort,
Through the distance, in quiet moments,
Healing and blessing, reminding that His gentle grace
Will flow from the heavens, embracing,
Surrounding hearts with a lasting light – the source
Of love, His love…

There...

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