Long Lathe Poems

From ‘The Woe of Roanoke ‘
It wasn’t just the gale that chilled his skin
As he mulled on the cannibal captured within.
In trembling state he clenched close his cane
To rap tap the gate of the jail...

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I
A queue to a doorway
No-one knows what´s
On sale there
It could be washing powder
Almonds or diamonds
You think this was some
Yesterday
Look out your
Ghost smeared
Window
This is now

II
Throw stones at the
Motorcade 
The pin pricked
Giant will barely
Pause
At banners & petitions
Faded...

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Inside a grotto scooped out by a wealthy earl for his seated pleasure,
There sat a bard amidst the edelweiss strung 'round the hole of leisure. 

Fallen droplets of acidic water pitter-pattered in echoes across the...

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Church melodies wafted sweet and Holy
                             ...

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Ride over 4000000000 mountains on a baked tray

Times a tide,
Divide a ride,
Equal to no one is the writhe of a sprite,
In a whirl of a rotating rhombus,
Is the real

The reality of an equilateral is the...

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“A dying people tolerates the present, rejects the future, and finds its satisfactions in past greatness and half-remembered glory.”

“A strong man makes a weak people. A strong people don’t need a strong man.”
John Steinbeck (Nobel...

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Newfound faith is like my life’s lathe to shape me up and behave or erase all hate and praise Jesus he’s to amaze/
No if’s, and’s or but’s he’ll raise more ways to create craze or...

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The Perfect Circle Plant was where most kids went to work as a general rule,
To begin a life of donkeywork upon graduation from the local school.
I dreamed of things far beyond the horizon like visitin'...

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Sparks of inspiration fueled frisson building, crafting, 
designing, a gamut of glorious finished products, that 
offset bereft reaction dad experienced at workplace. 
Seventh heaven for him found in the cellar at "Glen 
Elm", where freelance...

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its alright
its okay
we feel and then we dont
these lives all form a sequence
to what end is for the show
feel good enjoy the onset
go low to see the sunset
some refer to context
minds at risk go unchecked
my...

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I was just wondering....

What was the first job you were given
By Joseph in the carpenter's shop
Were you set to sweeping floors 
Cleaning hidden corners with a broom, 
To remove the shavings
Of the wood your father's...

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I worry for the future
 disappointed in these power games 
  those in charge play yet never suture.
They seem to act maliciously
 for the populace but for themselves 
  they alone are all...

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Balmy summer air to southern climes doth repair
On horizon, blue azure panels shaded with smoky tincture
Silky, white fondue relpaced by pallid, silver hue
Fondling, summer breezes; gripping, autumnal wind freezes
Cooling waves react with fertile leaves; amber...

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Treachery is the coin of the covert realm,
gears within gears turning ...
Devious machinations, pure Machiavellian

Secrecy is the Shanghai shuffle speech
Tool and Die maker,
what instrument of inflection deception
will you darkly wield?

Skilled in the art of misdirection,
fake...

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Hey, I've got me a plan to survive World War Three
And it doesn't involve living deep in the sea
With a mermaid named Maddy from that '80s movie
Or a grey-skinned E.T. hoping to crossbreed with me.

There's...

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Sublime Poets of Yore


Sublime Poets of yore;
Chaucer, Homer, Spencer
All in poetry folklore
Tireless toil they bore.

They took a lot of time
To lathe or polish poem
And lavished in rhyme,
Wisdom and wit sublime. 

Hardy, Dickens, Coleridge
All blew a...

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Before you are no more
pass on something of meaning
to a stranger
some obscure legacy
you have owned for at least a year
for it has to have
the touch of you upon it.

Nothing engraved
nothing jagged with cutting edges;
a trinket,...

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Hospital Bed

You lay there on the hospital bed
Looks, begging at me
Shaved head, white face
Tubes with fluid from your brain

My first, my kindest, most verbal
Unable to move, to speak
Dear God, I would tear down heaven
Raise up...

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Show respect in all you do
Believe in your faith
It will shine right through
If you work with a lathe
You need to respect
The tool that you use
And then you can reflect
To teach not to abuse
Anything in your...

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They wait perfumed in fresh clothes,
The kids, at the top of the stairs;
We’ll be back by evening Auntie, says the mother,
C’mon or we’ll miss the corriera. 
They troop off down the stairs,
Cross a courtyard into...

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THE JEWELER’S LATHE

Summer’s last rose
After many admiring morning visits
And with nature’s rusty brown and gold 
Surrounding, drawing comparison,
Becomes even more pink and beautiful

Being aware as being – native to all souls –
Nature strives to improve,
The...

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a bone menagerie
gathered to greet the sun
the stalwart orb shines still
skyward ho, goes it's daily run

heating deserts by force
a steady predictable course
worshipped by the heathen
growing the garden of Eden

greetings to beasts and men
Le Soleil has...

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Freely Asked And Wholly Answered
In Each Others Touch.
This As Much As More
And Never Less Than All.

Strange And Wondrous 
Beauty Thou Art Rare
To Thus Descend 
Upon Me Now As I,
Stand Thus Transfixed
Transformed Again,
Turned By Ancient Fingers...

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Father, deliver me to the swollen path
faith's calling, not the lathe,
not the breaker point, nor salve,
that heals profusely, so the scar can bathe
its entity - like pride, in terms of have!

I have - a nothing,...

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Once more without sleep
all dreams exhausted
Neurotransmitters on high alert
rekindling furious flames
that lap hungrily through mid-back to feet
Like a chippy chiseling wood on the lathe
I splinter and crack - screaming for regression
Just as a computer malfunctioning
I...

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