Long Knelling Poems

 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps...

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In Jan 6. 2021, a number of his myrmidons from all parts of the country converged to Washington to seize and squat the Capitol mansion following his seditious malarkeys, ending this country's long uneventful run...

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*** Pulled from the Mist *
   What Creating Art Is About*

(For Debbie Harding)

She gasped with an awe of nature,
Walking on a lone trail 
   to its end in the dense

Forest —...

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Walk does he not the specter of death, 
His saith raised high, even he himself has had
Enough killing, on the battlefield of Gettysburg,
Satan screams, stop sons of men, truly war
Is hell on earth.
Time's spiritual voices...

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-When
                                 naked 
...

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Within the cold gray stone,
It lives a spiritual humming,
A strumming rhythm of natures
Raw essence.
Breathing rock inhaling, exhaling
As the earthen elemental surrounding
Conscious thought.
Knowledge’s smoothed edges, leave
Reasons rough coarseness exposed.
Humanities deaf ear, hears only, 
The hollowing of...

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I am frustrated and annoyed by his ticking,
or perhaps it should be labeled the 'tocking'
By the never-ending tongue wagging clicking
in the language better known as 'clocking'

Must Grandfather Time command my life?
He so rudely continues without...

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The people’s choice
ain’t always the right footstool fit
Crown a throne sitter
with electric glam fanfare
Light the bright Roman candles
for a cancer stick spitter ...
See the fireworks in the air:

Inter
Continental 
Ballistic
Missives

got voter arm drone sent
Cheek chicanery 
is...

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A banjo is playing in the bodega.
A door proclaims its ding and dong
voltaic birds bounce to its tintinnabulum,
flickers of auricular featherings
wipe shelves of a million years of dust.
The banjo is at prayer and you are...

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Dark it was when my eyes fell upon you
For how can I love such temptress like you?
Shadows of you I bear in my heart
And voices of you echoing inside

Get away! Get away! 

Oh! How I...

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TETON  GOODNIGHT



From   the hollows in stone  the departing sun 

Pours the twilight round  the mountains’  curtains,

Drawing together their  shades’ 

Gold end.   Aye, the golden day

Is spent,...

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