Long Ichor Poems

Or Bored With The Rings

Carved into a tree in Mirkwood:
Watch out for Treebeard, girls. He's fast!

On a restroom wall in the Shire:
Hoo boy! that Bilbo Baggins,
I'm so tired of His Naggins.

 
Scribbled on the pink...

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You pop my heart     so heavily    to the rhythm of
                  “like...

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I think the beauty in living comes along when we shirk our heavy coats
And our white-knuckle approximation of old, flake-away skin, which we have
Stapled back onto ourselves—
The faces we’ve taught everyone to believe:
Just dumb enough...

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feeling his vitamin injection a new adventure begins
a slapstick epic of unfathomable implication here unfolds
as the rat gnawed curtain rises at Ye Bone and Gristle
among the clattering of wooden pints of bitter ale
the floor show...

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Another overwhelming day passed in the pastures of plenty

The scene was tired and did not warrant a space on the news

Just one more place with no conscience for mind numbed souls

It was bitterly chilly and...

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Opining On Sacraments Of Self-Ordained Loathsome Sacredotalists

When the rascal dons his garments of meerschaum shade
with loud mendacious voice he covers his mugwump cries
Waving a banner of loquacity, expostulations are made,
and he assumes a 'Forma Pauperis,'...

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So red the rose a crimson divinity 
Thorns sharp cruel dangerous  
Crush the petals so gently, so soft
Thorns are long, how they prick thee

A rare fragrance of delicate tones
Eyes as black as Sable's ink,...

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Flame-featured twilight, illuminate fast!
Young are the dreams of humanity vast!
Age is a mystery museums kept.
Poets and prophets in agony wept...
Core of the harpsichord, pyramid-shaped.
Moorlands and moonlight black lined and blue taped.
Volcanic spark flowing downward like...

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there is a rumor that in Eden
when God created woman
the heavenly hosts all exclaimed
woe unto man
Adam lost in the marvel
of what he beheld
repeated what he heard, although abbreviated
mumbled in amazement, woman
and what i want you...

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As an aperitif to understand the essence of thought
Blood of a young tortoise touched my lips
Seldom as it is - pure ichor – I whisper’d in a trot
Let me get drunk on it while deifying...

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The quill this evening is not a mere instrument, but a primordial beast,
A lacquered leviathan with a tip sharp as obsidian fangs,
Its body coiled like an ouroboros, devouring its own ink in vengeance,
It struggles under...

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fragrance of rose petals was air bound and swirled in abundance

lush temptation mixed fondly with the scent of her cinnamon skin

the Buddha had asked for Lotus but positions may vary and change


Joseph sat under a...

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The Tears Bequeathed

Of frozen droplets’ ice water in his veins swamped his heart
                      little...

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The milky fog of an afternoon glass
Seeps through deep trenches 
Amongst the rubble lies a reflection
Mystified and vaporised with poppies all around

Golden ichor is not for the faint of heart
A bomb fired years ago
Finds itself...

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I was content to shut the blinds
on the nightingale,
to watch the hollow condo rise up
like a neon blue dragon blossom
to take remote control 
of my brick & concrete birthplace.

I thought a Houdini act was needed,
so...

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My love dissipated into the stagnant night.
The element of hope dissociated, evaporating, 
Nebulized by the lungs.
In great heaving gasps and salty residuum, 
It left me
Over the hours, the weeks, the years
you did not come.
Thickly the...

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pluck me like a ripened fruit from the garden
that the sun shone on early in the morning
and you would sigh in relief at the harvest
because i was good to you

see me as fondly as the...

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Breeders' Cannon Ball plays for days and decades even onto eras
Feeders on the bottom plus top down voodoo economics, no trickle
De-weeders? Why? Lawns are hype realistic so fake AF and anti-kith
Xeroscape like rape by statute...

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A pallid night, a void's umbral reign,
Emptiness, a phantom, claimed the lane.
A dirge of noir, a melancholic strain,
Echoes, sepulchral, whispered in the rain.
The phantasmal memory, a haunting pain,
The keloid scars, where shadows still remain.

A thunderous...

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Soon, O toil? Take, tamarisk?
Athlete, hurl disc!
Flickering fog in fine-kept frisk!
Blessings in the brisk!

Amiable heaven, hell:
What to do about?
Blood congeal and ichor gel!
Set fire to the spout!

Yes, indeed. And human need?
We don't share their greed?
Apostate,...

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the poet is the ship's Captain
the story is about the sea sailed upon
a tale beneath in the cargo hold
at times the most tranquil of waters
filled with benign waves
become walks along Elysian paths
or a tempest, red...

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Darest V.C.,
The voodoo was the ill-omen,
Like the Mills bomb of the uniformed;
The voodoo was under-stated:
Youngsters danced by your stygian microcosm;
The voodoo was our ill-omen,
A crypt in this forest of pantology!

Darest V.C.,
The tear-gas tattle in the...

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Come here little one
Let me tuck you in
Under a starry blanket
With a kiss upon your chin.
Today is sorrow now past
Let hope tomorrow shine
The indigo of night is soft
Remember you are mine.

Come here little one
It is...

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Nothing could be finer than to be deep  inside your v****a in the morning
Nothing could be sweeter than my sweetie when I touch her up  in the morning
When my morning glory presents itself...

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Spring’s Abysmal Guile
By Sy Roth

A vapor rises, rank as the charnel pit,
a corruption of a miasma vast,
as though some sepulcher, long sealed,
split its stony jaws to breathe.
Vile exhalation of a corrupted world.  

The reveler,...

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