Long Judder Poems

[This poem 'No God Of  Mine' was seemingly confounding readers as
to its meaning. Ordinarily, if I felt a poem wasn't  cutting it, I'd delete
it, but on this occasion, I've been asked to explain it... so here goes.]


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Cement, sand and gravel, blood, body and soul
Eternity bred from hell's darkest hole
Combine gruesome aggregates, hydrate the mix
Mould them and dry them, then stack up the bricks.

Thought in advance and precision laboured
Set automatic, eternity savoured
No...

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Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken and rustle.
Bristlecone pines ever sway slowly,
while pockets of air blush...

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Down the fervent aeons Buddha’s sagesse,
casts its august shroud on benign witness,
shades, shadows, subtle symbol shift,
encompass cosmopolitan and temporal,
incongruous to flaccid predilection feigned,
astute statue of nuance and nicety,
crosses annual acme’s snowflake whirl,
Christmas that propitious seasonable...

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As thunder and lightning shatter the night
I feel safe in your arms, held so tight
The rain pours hard, the earth could drown
That mountain rumbles, we hear no sound.

We lay naked by soft candle light
Our bodies...

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NEVER SHAME A WOMAN
SHE'LL OUT DO YOU
AND FIND PEOPLE WHO'LL
DO THE SAME
MAKE A MESS OF YOUR LIFE BY PLAYING
SILLY LITTLE GAMES
MAKE YOU TO BELEIVE
THINK ABOUT WHAT SHE SAY'S
LIE AFTER LIE
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHO'S
IN HER BED
SHE'LL...

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Moo

It bounced down my street like a mad thing on heat
Or a kangaroo doing a trick
The farmer that blocked it was knocked off his feet
By his cow on an old pogo stick

So a cow on...

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Prowling the darkest terrain of my mind,
He hunts for an aperture to govern me.
He wants only to cause turmoil and suffering,
My own personal Demon...

His talons sink in deeper,
Forewarning that he does not wait.
My hands begin...

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My long train journey late at night
I take this route each day,
With heavy eyes I gently doze
The engine chugs away.

Suddenly there is a judder,
the train’s brakes are applied.
Roof lights flicker; they slowly fade -
it’s now...

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Prepare for landing 
boeing 747
Its path meandering
descending from heaven

Up here in high definition
the sky as black as molasses
Crisp and clear as when your optician
gave you a first pair of glasses

Dropping through the clouds
with a bump...

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Mitch

My friend is my brother
from another mother
who is like no other.
In Christ, he’s my brother.

It’s my privilege to utter
and I do not stutter,
nor would I mutter,
In Christ, he’s my brother.

He’s certainly no nutter,
as smooth as...

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We all love love, but all agree
that friction is our enemy:
when all slides nicely, that’s the thing!
Of lubrication do I sing.

The oil of primrose, asphodel, 
or axle grease, or KY Gel,
one substance that the people...

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