Long Hyperion Poems

Poetic Encryption Like Ancient Egyptian

This terror and threat to poetic clarity,
Becomes a pet rock for some poets.

Words do count for sure, but so does
Clarity unless poets put a mask on.

Encryption can be used to mask...

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Aristotle, who once said, “A flatterer is a friend,
Who is your inferior, or pretends to be so.”
Magician or not, the appraisal we try to defend,
Veneer covered ready, prepare for the overthrow.

And a splint named psychology...

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A bright star shimmers over once still seas:
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Through whispers that furrow the silence, the cursing horn sounds,
Over plains of shadow the dusk of night descends all around.
Hyperion of night glows with embers beneath lids of silver light,
In silence watches over sparse poplars,...

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In my far away Elysium
I walked the fields of fire
In the company of heroes
singing songs of dark desire,
The shining green of laurel
in a halo round my head
A sense of immortality
in dancing with the dead.


I bowed...

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Softly, the sages breathed in the wisdom of the Methuselah tree
Said the Hyperion, "O' Look I have grown way high".
Methuselah whispered "Embrace life, hug each day to grow tall and free."

Each day - a random...

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Back at the Pillar Of Life 
Where I stated I'll change
This time I'm back to cut the strings 
With this knife 
A chapter I feel stuck rearrange 
The angles now cross off the end 
I...

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I am puffed and proud, and full of myself.
You may call me King Titan, and stand back.
I am enormous, bigger than Mercury.
Saturn has eighty-two moons, but I am her pride and joy.
I am second largest...

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Iconoclastic lots of marshiest beauty

Clenched sublime altruistic nature bore –
Morals indefatigably humbled, reasoning in bondage –
Bondage of the highest periphery
Blessings encountered in watered chaos.
Blocked nuts with scanty feelers,
Inducing mere bouts of euphoric impasses
Rarely a gift...

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Lilly, yeah, in winter the yards know snow,
As I know ice melts, yet can be re-stored.
Say fine-line feline, ya don't wanna go.
How many built-up banks must I yet fjord?
It's not just your voice that ya...

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