Long Laved Poems

Minute by minute is my fleshy integument perspired, 
Lathered and lathed and laved in my own shiny sweat;
And my heart it beats rigorously and unremittingly against its costal chamber,
In the iliac region in which its...

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Freya was not quite sure whether she dreamt or floated in a bubble of hope

Her anchor cut loose the compass’ needle bent and stuck in past of beyond

A mouldy flare with no flair a life...

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This is the second half, read part 1 for the first half

July dawned hot, we began to know
That here was something, a warm hot glow

August again, classes to fill
We planned as one, like Jack and...

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Ill-fated crowds neath unchained clouds: the Silent City braved
against a sudden flashing flood, unleashing lashing waves,
which stripped its stony structures, blown with neutron bursts that laved.

Its barren streets, although effete, resound of yesterday
with chit-chat words...

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I have gazed long at the turbulent
  while piled high cloud masses
I have watched the millions of stars at night
  the damp fog has come and surrounded me
and the land is silent
 ...

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The Front Window Cogitation
By Sy Roth

Observed the others drowning in their tears.
A pasty rain inks the front window
Sad remnants of a broken sky in Kandinsky splashes 
Marked on an ancient, bubble-blown glass. 

Outside cars distorted,
People...

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O, why did I fall for you, O' sun,
When my soul is nestled in the deeps?
Agape and afraid, my eyne mosey deeper still; they run,
Yet on the colder current your warmth invitingly sleeps.

The distance that...

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A GYPSY'S LIFE

A gypsy am I, as I rove on the downy dale; 
Aside from the taverns, the fields are my only vale.
I drink from my carafe a fairy-fermented brew, 
And I dream of fair...

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Between plowing through the day's mania
and ingesting mouthfuls of splendor;
you Lady Monarch, an avid adventurer,
on a brief sojourn tempt with your
phenomenal beauty and finesse in motion.

You fondle only a few of its white
ambrosial blooms while...

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Trere stands a man who's brave. Had many close shaves, wasn't at all afraid, not even of the grave.

He was a total knave, would always misbehave because he was downright depraved.

He would rant and he...

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Sunlit water frolics
over a stone-strewn base.
Chattering waters, 
playfully tumbling children 
on a high hill, rolling down.

Both translucent and opaque
blues and greens magnified
by reflection, slice-cut by refraction,
laved with a satin-wetness; stones color,
beginning where, ending where;
I am...

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Akin, somewhat
to childhood tale of avian maidens
molting downy wings in haste
lest mortal eyes espy them
bathe in waters silvered
by the lunar light,
and having laved would vanish
winging with the night winds,
to the vastness, infinite,
the stars, east of...

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