Long Knife edge Poems

[An Autumn kitchen a crucible of y e a s t and y e a r n i n g]

Samantha kneads dough with determined hands, she hears
    Hank's cry—"Vi vi an"—a phantom...

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I can see
All the way from in here

That the fate of the world is on a precarious knife-edge

The black-robed vultures
Are gathering 

In secret covens and lodges
For their Great Cull

Carefully planned and patiently waiting

On their gilded...

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Bruce

A lumbering man, 
audibly achily, stepped to the
floor’s center.
Had there been a spotlight, he’d’a shone.

His arms unfurled.
His hips spun.
His soles, silent
as he padded here,
then twisted to place a foot there.

A phoenix swooped, festooned in fire’s...

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how the  else you going to progress
if you don't Sherlock Holmes the mirror
look what we've become
men hunting each other
for sport money and babes
an insane ability to believe anything
and that's all there is to it
you...

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From the epic poem, EOS; verse, 7308-7350
by Sir Titus Llewellyn, unpublished
Book ii - Bouquet with Love

 

Enter Asha - Junior Psychiatric Nurse

  & William - Sufferer of schizophrenia


William speaks to Asha as she reads...

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they're looking cool, 
the haka, with passion lots 
of aggression, 

All blacks looking to disrupt, 
opening minutes of the game, 

hands on the ball, 
first out of the line outs 
lovely little chip 

chip it's...

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What a pathetic spectacle she makes –
The wordless poet, sunk in her stupor of defeated uninspired misery
She sits alone in the darkness,
Encompassed in her imprisoning spotlight of gloom
Surrounded by a million lights of happy souls
Their...

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The Unseen, As Swirling Ebbs Of Time Plod Along

Fight disbelief, as its intended power is to deceive
its low, hard constant drone, echoes shattered moans
with razor knife edge, bloodied cuts hide in its deep,
at dusk's waning...

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I feel very privileged to have been able to contribute something small to a second collaboration with poet extraordinaire, Robert Lindley, whose mastery of all forms of verse continues to inspire. Thank you, Robert, for...

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Jenny slides the poppy across her lips
television blast out a dose of amphetamine
bites the midnight smoke
acrid windscreen of her dreams
flash card party
weekends alcoholic one night stand
is all it means

Tousled beauty on fishnet pavements 
the one...

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(A Cento Poem) Title from Emily Dickinson

When swords were bright and steeds were prancing          	 Miniver Cheevy
and the fire-wood glowed knife-edge     ...

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Death’s fair haired blue-eyed boy
Rode his white horse into the West.

Where they stepped the flowers
Trembled in the earth.

A sign?  A significant coincidence?
Like meeting death in a bar
Or someone you never knew in a ruined...

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FOR LILYA

You belong to the tragic Eastern skies fighting for your Motherland 
in your very own Yak 1 fighter plane. See you in my mind’s eye 
as you squint against the sun as g-forces hug...

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THE 3 QUESTION QUIZ

               Knife at her throat—
             ...

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Sometimes I long to tell stories in more than songs
I want to peel banana soft gold against the teeth
Past the green stain of memories and patience sweet
I want to write histories of dreams lost in...

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violín y piano

stirring trembling insanity on the 
sprung floor, the leaps that lead to
balancing feats that no one can top---
she takes her time leaving 
flawless & sculpted in her leotard
making her way home to shower...

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I often wonder at a knife-edge.
I thank, for this, the master craftsman;
Shine or dull; sharp; or blunt like a wedge,
Within them, hides vast arts a million.

Assortments of knife-edges I know.
V edge: for veggies! Tool of...

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Immorality conquered the mind of youth
Devil in disguise they called it fun
God's word and devotees consider boring 
Motivation from insanity
A generation living on the knife-edge of reality and a twisted fantasy 
Choosing visionless minds their...

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Hardness softens under serpents eyes of gold.
Concrete becomes her;
Crystallising lakes of,
Oceans of,
Serenity

What may we envelop with our softness
When our branches cannot reach the sky
For fear of an axeman’s careless wielding.

I will be hurt.

My iron will...

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Nibbling at my toes,
whilst preparing my legs -
drilling through to the deepest of marrow within;
a burning consumes my body.
The old familiar monster returns
once more sinking its teeth 
sharply into my ample buttocks;
whilst diligently slicing into...

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Emblazoned with your monogram 
                      Call me your little coin
    ...

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Planet of unsettling decline
             losing our swagger of firm footing
             staggered...

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I get to my knees 
I scream Forgive me
FORGIVE MY SINS 
I can not take this pain 
A crulity of you 
The punisher of me 

A rule was broken 
My maker will burn me 
My...

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Paired, With Reservations

The soft curve of her spirit- 
Her true shape only emergent after countless
Half-glances in the half-light of morning’s edge.
What line is drawn by the knife-edge of the sun’s first rays?
Who is slain in...

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Dad could roll a cigarette
with just two fingers
and the tip of his tongue.
I saw him do this once
in a wind storm.

Magically
he would shave just close enough
to keep his grizzled face
blue by the light of a...

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