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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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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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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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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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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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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Close up, on the smooth couth
meretricious pod, vibrantly
violating my optics violently,
even through the microscope.
Its swarthy stare is maliciously
resplendent and evoked from 
parsimony.

Nature's beauty is suicidal.
pulchritude through lens,
but a spike to the neck.

Even in risk, identified...

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Beyond the paint, 
I hear the lilt of a violin 
string stirring, 
lazy and languid 
creeping through 
a lowly god’s veins. 

His ichor flows and foams 
with the sound of sea on 
white beaches, while...

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The long drought’s dust daughters
lie writhing upon arid soil,
a scorching bed;
my tongue is heavy in my mouth
parched, longing for moisture;
my skin dry.

Dark clouds rise
along the whispering horizon 
where storm breezes waken, bend and stir;
weary souls...

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When April with its bright showers shooting 
The drought of March has pierced to its rooting 
And bathed each  vein in  its refreshing ichor 
With such sweetness engendered is the flower. 

July feeds...

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“RUN THROUGH THE FIELD”


you must return after
death to survive another.
you will be placed on 
the dart board and 
they will shoot you with
everything that makes 
them hate themselves.
the midnight hour will
hold your tears of agony
as...

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Lying in an augur's aviary..
Reneging on my virtues,so credulous..
The feying fay being taken to 
bury,
I see things called ambigous.


Slowly fading odour of scantity..
In Attica, end of augustan age.
Wings of Azreal, the martinet 
deity,
I see these,...

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I've been sneezing since June from the dust.
I took bupropion with mountain dew-
Now I can't sleep, my heart is beating fast,
I'm a little dizzy and a bit nauseous.

Vesta told me not to lose my head
But...

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They flow,
Insipid and slow,
Like infinite moments
of wistful longing.
Like clasped fingers
that disentangle 
at Bon-voyage.
Like old sand-glass
That fails to catch
irrevocable times.
They merge
Once in a while,
In a moment of 
epiphany, as two
droplets fall for
each other,
perchance.
They reflect a
blameless, radical
glow...

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Tenacious ichor tells entire construction
     Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure
     Relic compiling spotlight show seduction 
     Library ivory tower truth siphoning beseecher...

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