Long Lancet Poems

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Warning! The following choppy, batty, 
dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy, 
jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy, 
sketchy material prone to find the reader 
dazed and bewildered, yet comfortably...

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the soldier knows many of the 4,500 who died 
in bashing Iraq,
the soldier may be one of the 32,000 who have been wounded,
or s/he may know any number of these individuals
who for 9 years spent...

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So small but big in agility and all kinds of play
such strength is here to stay not go away.

Now among humans is the burning sun
against darkness and eclipse he has won.

Observing the surroundings closely as...

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One mystic blue night dead still, 
I’ll steal the silver full moon,
break it into sharp shards,
and stow them in the backyard 
under the shadow of the creepy cloud.

The dark devils will enter with fiend
my anguished...

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the incisive December winds blow with lancet chill of the arctic cold
through the snow-laden boughs of the defoliated trees, frozen long
in  dementia down to the  roots, forget once they have been green,
nesting the...

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“Fathomless faith gets divine blessings to rise from the entrapping evil marsh” – Quote by Poet

On squalid quicksand you walked obsessed and weary,
gripped by the demons of sin as vicious as they could be,
sank in...

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( Cancer as well as the treatment for it take a terrible toll on the afflicted. At the end of the day either or both of them have a debilitating effect. Often, it is the...

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I wish i had been born to you
I truly wish i had!
The only dream i want come true
is to see this wish sail safely through
Eternal seas harbouring endless decades
my destiny i seek enduring dismays...
I donot...

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“Winter of despair grips the fallow mind,
as lancet wind of desolation slices solace, 
the song of sad bird freezes in silence”- by poet 


In the frame of the reclined verdant bough,
opulent with the fine filigree...

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Intolerance weaves threads of hatred 
in the fabric of our scary times,
innocent blood is shed in madness, 
fanaticism spreads like wild fire, 
life is splintered by lancet of chaos
into disposable debris uncared,
in the psychic grip...

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piteous is thine case oh constitu! 
Thou upholder of the fundermental right of thine land 
The sole inspiration of the activists 
Who advocate equity in the land's cream and candy 
What thine mighty effort still...

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Unclasped my pearl necklace
and loosened my long, straight hair,
opened the buttons of my dress and let it fall,
took off my lingerie,
tearing the delicate silk,
and left me naked.
After that, with his finger-scalpel,
he sliced into my skin,
as...

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The cascading contours of the verdant mountain slope
hold me, an upstanding cone of jade coniferous pine,
gilded in gold soaked from the swathe of snow,
turned to mirror flakes by the sun of dawn.

Cinnabar glaze I get...

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SATURATED IN SOLITUDE

The solitary moon moves slow across the still sky
Sprinkles silver dust on the seizing elixir of solitude 
I drink to the dregs as the fluid time passes me by
My voice speechless in somber...

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Thoroughly thoroughly wash wash hands with soap and water
Getting out all the equipment..like a hospital operating room
Cleaning hands by using alcohol..could I get drunk from this
Get out clean lancet looks like a short very short...

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With every Bannockburn there comes a Boyne.
The gods grant grain, alleviate our lives,
then send us weevils, whitefly, worms (and wives!)
They raise us up – then knee us in the groin

vaulting. Winchester was built on bog.
This...

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The willows have wept
Lancet leaves, tears in the creek
Dream in their prison of ice.

White sycamore roots,
Twisted and gnarled, form islands
And pools, a necklace of pearls.

The stream disappears –
Magic of karst – to emerge
Down valley, unexpected.



December...

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White eggshell crackles lightning 
criss-cross the black belly,  pregnant sky, 
lancet drops of water spears drill the last of snow 
to submission of grey dissolve. 

Wept leaves, fertile emerald, crystal cut, 
feeding scents of...

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