Long Keened Poems

The story begins when I was a young man,
personal chirurgeon for Prince Malistare,
when the Kingdom of Blenum faced rebellion
in the west, among the peasants out there.

The king sent an army, led by his first-born,
I was...

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there are some parts of your personality
you must never look at
or Aristotle's logic will pay you a visit
for a 15th century anatomy lesson
an eye for an eye a throat for a throat
gargoyle armies hovering overhead
tongue...

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A Effigy in crystal
abandoned
in time
fixed the twinkle 
shining crysolite eye
gentleness shown
by slant of her mouth
Traveller’s stop
lingering long
whispering Softly
of Willows sad song


A balladeer 
old for his time
Sagacious voice
singing in rhyme
sits in shadow
lamenting 
her plight
serenading willow
A good...

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On earth I know of no such taste, 
      No nectar of the Gods so chaste,
So pure, so gentle, full of grace;
      As my true...

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Her sound functioned in the chorus
of onlooker in my defeat.
Might the Strumb of Kokopelli
danced to the songs of Shiva
and Bragi. I smiled days later
that my retribution might silence
the celebrations
of night. I watched four seven days
while...

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Rumpelstiltskin was celebrating with glee around his fire
Tomorrow he would have to wet nurse hire
For he would have in his possession a royal child
His life would no longer be meek and mild

He would be a...

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Her eyes were the ocean,
And she didn't struggle them to shed,
'Cause she knew more seasons are ahead.
She was aging in the plight,
With wet eyes in the night.

Realizing how hard could be a life,
She tried to...

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"There are fairies at the bottom of my garden"...from a song by Noel Coward.


In gardens, glens, and forest glades
That oft great banquet halls resemble,
On a summer's night,
If the moon is bright,
One might see fairy folk...

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Children came up missing but it never concerned her before. 
Two days after her son vanished, her feelings were churning 
Her world crashed when she realized he was not returning
She had not paid attention when...

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Once a fox was lost in the field;
No shelter, friends, nor food to yield!
His fending hope has lastly keened,
But stood once more when prey he gleaned...

There he melded with flocks of sheep,
Dealing and coping with...

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[an aria] 

Anticipation's keened
    And desire's as sharp as a knife;
But longing is a fiend 
    Who both lengthens and shortens life.

       ...

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In my dream, I gave birth to a child
The doctor said that   he would die quite soon
My feelings overwhelming made me wild

The Nazi doctor threw him on a pile
I lay  there unmoving...

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In my dream, I gave birth to a child
The doctor said that   he would die quite soon
My feelings overwhelming made me wild

The Nazi doctor threw him on a pile
I lay  there unmoving...

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Hazel Tree Sonnet


My wild subconscious mind has given me
And I would seek to know what it intends
In dream, the seeming of a hazel tree
Please talk to me of hazel trees, my friends
I keened for wisdom,...

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