Long Inked Poems

“Éagmais croí a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Faoi dhíon taobh istigh de na blianta seo.
Fanacht i bhfianaise, a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Ós rud é go ndearnadh tú a chaitheamh.
Briseadh an tost seo”



"An Bee Cailleach"


She lives to...

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Year One -

Tell me Eve,
does this Garden have everything we need,
do you think the walls are too tall,
are the gatekeepers reasonable, tolerable, right about it all,
what did Lilith know, where did she go
far past the...

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I.
Treasures That May Be Found In Destiny's New Shift

( Mille viri sententia agere nescit donec suscipit calamum scribere.)

For a brief spell, I hung my hammock in the shade
of the ancient tall oak tree, that God's...

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Under the cadence of footsteps on worn cobblestones,
At the café where steaming cups held time hostage,
Eyes met and lingered, a glance stretched into an eternity.
A young American, as if sculpted from sunshine itself,
And she, like...

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Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum and a thunderous beast
With playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide to dreams just out of reach
Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles and Squeaks.
Moo! Quack! Giggles tumble and bump.
Flaps...

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I walk o u t...

I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth
I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer
dissects my essence-fossil Passion
a seismic rupture between life/death/rebirth
gnaws at my marrow This dilemma-kudzu
coils tight, constricting tomorrow's breath

Death...

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I. Sighting

I saw you  
through refracted light-  
a prism of chance  
splitting ordinary into spectrum.  
Wind-tangled hair  
terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails  
the scent of soil and...

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The next event to be held for Joulupukki was the coronation, which followed closely behind his parent's burial.  He was very wary of what he would say at this event. Virtually every elf on...

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Poem One: Inspired by my reading of -Lady Labyrinth's---magnificent

poem ,  "Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"

 (1.)  Poem One

Seeking The Boundaries Of Love's Depths And Her Hand

The air, its surging breath sings

into the...

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In the realm of moons and breathless tides,
where promises dance with a serendipitous sonnet of sunrises,
along with morning kisses, unfolds a love story—
a poetic novel etched in the chronicles
within the hourglass of time,
a journey that...

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Spouse cannot forget mine suppressed flatulence upon our first date

While yours truly sat here 
at the desk housing MacBook Pro,
pondering his next idée fixe apropos
for gamut of anonymous readers,
he unexpectedly, noisily and effectually
exploded out rear...

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OOOniversal oo

Frightened tepid antisocial ant was football training avidly but failing to attend a fragrant tailor army. Oh dear. That was sure to be put forward to the sacred sanction ship and the sacred sanction...

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The walls are imprisoned in silence,
A heavy, powerless silence, shattered
By voices, tears, and crowded souls.
Justice hides in the corridors of greed,
Crimes are sentences uttered in the halls,
The innocent are moving targets,
An age-old burden on the...

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Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, 
                           ...

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(Lights dim, single spotlight illuminates the speaker, dressed in simple attire. Voice starts trembling, building in intensity)

Can forgiveness mend
a childhood, mine 
fractured in the dark? 
Where the scars are a map, inked 
not just in...

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Amouage is given
to the Pope, the King, the Queen
some we offer willingly others begrudgingly
the honorable can be challenged or challenging
the dishonored deemed unworthy,
placed upon a teetering putrid pedestal
Though at times impartial are the judges, not...

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“Let my heart be still a moment and let this mystery explore”  
                     ...

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Part Two
From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
Third poet in my poet dedication series

O'lord, forgive me my sins and my accursed seeking of glory and fame
I now know, such was my downfall,...

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(2)*Second poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe*

Fate Once Birthed Lovers, Golden True And Dear

We had raced a good race, with wind cool and fair,
There were romantic nights steaming hot for a while,
And golden rays of sunshine...

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Is not God a concept, till we see Him?
How will memorising scriptures assist?
Conditioned beliefs make our soul’s light dim.
Love alone is real and that’s life’s gist.
A Hindu believes God takes many forms,
whilst for a Christian,...

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When wounds keep seeping,  
dawn continues to unfold~  
 blurred projections 
    engrossed in dishonesty.  
And I wonder if the tulip moon  
  could see the ash...

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I There’s only a few things I take seriously 
One of them is writing furiously 
Cleverly spinning verses 
Inked in cursive 
Certainly no stranger to adversity
Head nodding
Word dropping 
non stopping
Versing with an urgency
Invasive with my...

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Here rests the realm of the
thorn-tongued truth ~ 
a mortal mirage of doomed pentacles,
where forks and kettles speak
  the language of witchery,
  the dialects of the diabolical,
listening as feral desires fill
the aquatic hues...

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They call my style old boring art 
But please tell me what they know about me? 
When I say “slam” everybody looks at me and says “what”? 
But if I say electro K-pop house, everyone...

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To the lily moon that 
 never forsakes me~
amidst the cruel constellations 
that left me stranded in 
 a melancholic maze
of rain-kissed memories.
I’ll write this prose for you,
on periwinkle paper
perfumed with geranium grace,
 in rhyme-less...

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