Long Keens Poems

...the village shivers   a hive of restless souls
skin pricklin' with anticipation
as costumed runners fixin' to gather — hearts a-thrummin'
              ...

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"Kris Kringle Kisses Kalliope"

A Dream: the 4th Christmas.





deck the halls 
with memories
poets whisper pasts
that are ne’er forgotten

where presents 
a life 
that’s neatly wrapped
and attempts at 

frostily forgotten 

tucked under
that big 
beautiful
green fir tree

where all the...

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I can envision you when I seal my eyes at night,
Thinking how you?re physical attributes may compel my vision,
And intrigue my sensual being. 
When we converse its like I?ve known your psyche for years,
And the...

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If the poems comes from my pen every day,
May be it's a garden given by God. 
Don't be jealous!
Nobody can enter this garden without allow,
Who do not understand the value of words!

Someone comes to take...

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Life Support 


The night is calm and shimmers 
in its moonlight coat. 
I sit and watch the ocean as I 
wrest with dark demons. 

The vision engulfs me; 
I see her sweet innocence 
etched on...

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She has strong shoulders and hands,
able to bear any burden
carried by a man
She possesses a firm mind,
a steely resolve that bends
to no Y-chromosome kind
Yet she retains the heart of a woman
My woman is she,
her man...

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Lets Get On Our Knees

Jesus knows there is something that is wrong,
As Jesus is wanting you to stay here with Him.
Jesus knows you have somewhere else to go,
Why don't you make yourself at home and...

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Footprints on a desert shore, trails from here to there, 
Stretch distantly and out of sight, leading from nowhere; 
The dead bolt surf, with crested claws, rolls famished with desire, 
Erasing traces of the past,...

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As the north wind keens from polar shores,
In the souls of ghosts with frozen claws
To rattle and rap on frosted panes,
Whistle through rafters and howl in drains.
Sweeping the dust of intricate lace,
Blanketing streets adrift in...

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The crack of dawn shows me its claws,
the path of happiness between the dragons jaws,
shimmering rays pierce the curtains without flames,
all this in pursuit of happiness.

With my feeble feet i take head of the hurdle,
i...

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My heart leaps a bit at this sparkle of tears
Created by raindrops against her gossamer threads
An ordinary spider has created this beauty.
Thunderstorm madness takes nothing away.

I sigh at her beauty,
She holds a place for me...

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A duck slowly paddles across the still water,
Disturbing the reflection of brooding storm clouds
Above. The pond sits close to the top of the ridge;
Precisely round, there are no streams entering or
Leaving to explain its presence....

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An Aquarian Goddess with a wolf power animal
She often keens at the moon, howling her truth
Others are a bit frightened at her confidence.
Being her mother, I understand her spiritual ways.

She is an empath, needing space.
Picking...

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A solitary Life
When birds return		
To their destination
After the day’s exertion
Before darkness befall
They have a lot of antecedents 
To exchange, express and listen,
To see and show
And to bear and embalm
Which they exchange
With their keens
Before sleep casts...

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In isolation mull the severed links,
chain corroded thoughts as keens the winter chill;
though shines a sun, strangely cold;
this mind sculpts only cognitive ice.

With rodent greed the hemlock grief it drinks,
stagnant pools of ancient rain lie...

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In isolation mull the severed links,
chain corroded thoughts as keens the winter chill;
though shines a sun, strangely cold;
this mind sculpts only cognitive ice.

With rodent greed the hemlock grief it drinks,
stagnant pools of ancient rain lie...

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In the countryside where I walk
Are memories of old, in colors of sunny gold
The grass is green,  the wind gently keens
and  days are never cold

In the midst of stillness stands a barn
red and...

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