Long Hollow eyed Poems

Migrants on the move from violence
their only possession
breath-space on a smuggler’s boat
secured with back-bent harvests 
in pretzel-bent systems
weight of crates of strawberries 
hoisted on hell-bent backs
just trying to reach Spanish-shores’-east 
from Moroccan beach with a...

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In the dim-lit dusk of a shattered world,
where shadows gather but souls do not meet,
I wandered—a hollow echo of Virgil’s path—
between the ruins of ambition and ash.

“This is the way the world begins,”
whispered the dust-voiced...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in doorways
in their rags, against the cold.
Black or white, no compromise,
no colours clothe the empty streets,
as...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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I saw the swifts again today,
High on the wing and weaving the crags to the clouds.

I watched them last from my Fall lawn,
Flickering between fantasy and truth,
And whistling their secrets to the wind.  

They’d...

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Something's changed, I don't recall this door.
The mat that once read 'welcome'...now gone. 
Am I lost in the night, or had I forgotten some slight..
had my address been quelled by another time?

The new curtains in...

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...inspired by 'Rhapsody On A Windy Night'
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...inspired by 'Rhapsody On A Windy Night'
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Nightscapes

...inspired by 'Rhapsody On A Windy Night' 
       by T.S. Eliot


Late night summons
madmen, madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in...

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First class brains
Streets populated with them
Flaunting certificates--useless
Plus innate knowledge practical,
But unrecognised
 
Tightfisted bourgeois;
Alienated job opportunities
Reserved for own kids born and unborn
Capitalism overblown;nauseous
Grab and keep philosophy elevated
Who do you know?Who don't you know?
Keys to haven
 
You...

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"In memory of Eliza and Emily"  
Twelve Years a Slave, Eliza Berry's life marked by cruelty, a tragedy of slavery.


She rose to lower heights as she plucked the cotton with  
  ...

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I wake up heavy, hollow-eyed,
a war inside I cannot hide.
My chest is full of aching glass,
each breath I take, a splintered gasp.

I try to speak, but words betray—
they twist my truth, then slip away.
They say,...

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The winter stared at me, hollow-eyed and grim,
flakes of snow draped the earth in silence.
My lips quivered, teeth rattling their cold refrain,
and they danced—not with legs, but with their whole bodies.

Then my head went numb,...

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I don’t know if we were the first,
other's had sailed away.
There were rumors of settlements.
Years later, pleading petitions to the king,
then silence.

Months of turmoil and torment
upon the merciless seas.
Our ship almost a wreck,
the pox and...

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They tell me to put one foot in front of the other
But why should I do that when I don’t know where I’m going?
Maybe they want me to wander forever
Alone, starving, a hollow-eyed husk of...

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Hellacious howls tickle and titillate 
the trompeleil scene
 in the pastel Court of Kings.

Flamboyancy rings as the 
 fluttering coo of a rapiers dance  in the hands of fops,
through the high ceilinged corriders of...

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Sea life Remembered 
Tropical night with extras added on like moon and stars.
I stood by the railing dreaming as the ship tilled its way
towards Jamaica, jet black sea but the transient furrow 
the ship made...

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Argentina.

When I got up and looked out of the window the village was 
floating on a cloud. I walked to where the cloud ended and 
saw the pampas of Argentine and horses galloping in a...

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Coal hearted caretaker
never could accept or give love
has a collection of wounded women
placed them in his half dead heart museum..
he painted over one with an oil colored tongue
stuffed her into a silent taxidermy bird
He turned...

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Another candle lit eve 
brimming with flowers and stuffed things
tin tears and puffy prayers 
fiery speeches from cherry tongued preachers
all the while the hollow eyed ogre smirks.

Waves of:
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He was eight when he came to us,
a special Christmas Eve gift,
small, quiet, hollow eyed, hungry.
 
Gifts under the tree bore his name.
His eyes devoured the table,
laden with food, cookies, pies.
“Let’s eat,” I said, “Gifts...

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The West is slipping away.
On the East side of this living space
light slips its shadowy leash,
paints a last frameless image
upon a bare wall.

Moving closer
I study a shape as it shifts slightly
while an unseen sun
shoulders the...

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