Long Lie in wait Poems

Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give...

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I awoke the next day, with a soft smile,
Not awakened by the screeching and the moaning of the demons beside,
But of the intense breathing of my collaborator,
Crouching above me, glaring me down with eyes abhorred
Though...

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Let fortitude confront the raging beast
for wolfen corps from Hell have entered in. 
They surge in packs, savagely unleashed,
to mutilate the innocence within.
Let ev’ry child and mother of its name
be fodder for this apathetic rage.
Let...

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As scented air aroused my misty mind,
her shadow broke the early morning sun.
Aromas wafting from the morning grind
seduced a thought that she may be the one.
I sensed her very essence from afar,
unnerved, I sought the...

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It caters to an arrogance of hate
when war becomes a method of despite.
Through vile contempt, he seeks to cultivate
a dogma that defines inhuman blight.
The devil’s plan has given due consent
to let annihilation be the goal.
Let...

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When anarchy consumes a barren soul,
the hatred overwhelms the beating heart.
It sickens minds and steals the body whole  
then rips the cloth of empathy apart.
Existence lies between what evil craves
and what your world may...

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The earth slips into a deep sleep
all beneath its surface now dormant
sleepy animals curled up in their dens
soon to fall into the sleep of hibernation
all now slowed down awaiting the snows
trees now denude of their...

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Hallowed be thy name "Love", thy kingdom come, thy will be done in earth as it is done in heaven. 

Please give unto  me this day my daily bread, as I give that right...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " Je t'écris " by T. Wignesan

I WRITE TO YOU

I choose green ink to write to you
For Love does not prescribe any one hue
In the hope you might take shape
When desire...

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The spider Queen, aloofly vain!
She rules a silent ruthless reign,
with black-bead eyes like pearls of rain
that damp the depths of her demesne. 
          .
  ...

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We’ll build a wooden structure                             ...

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In the chamber of silence where souls converge,
Masks lie in wait, the nocturnal guardians of our being.
Adorned with grimaces and velvet smiles,
They are armors against the unknown arrows of the estranged world.
Oh, how they descend...

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I remember as a little girl 
On a visit to an aunt’s friends house 
I was sitting reading a story book 
As quiet as a mouse 

I asked to be pardoned 
To go to the...

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The Christmas lights shine while the temple bells
Toll. The baby lies bloody on the bed- 'delivered'.
Its dusk, a shade of grey dusk but again a dark blue
Around the corner; not a sound did roll nor...

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Locked behind a field of stars,
Hidden behind battle scars,
Living only to contend,
What is righteous without end.

Stare profusely at the time
When dreams had matter more sublime
Than existence in a shallow climb

Where hopes are shattered
Made a joke
And...

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The first drop,
and each one after,
merge in a cluster of blissful storms 
Flourescent 
dreams lie in wait
for every rising degree of fervour

Scattered
sunshine ceases to blind compelling faith 
Smiles prosper like figs
And the unremitting truth is
rooted...

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In battles of our own

A man will live to advance home
Through a variation in a dream
In faulty idol flowing stream
An ellapsed tongue had tainted my inner vision

In battles of our own,

Shattered silence through scattered temperaments...

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Don’t often see him

7/8 asleep

But I’m sometimes surprised

Brushing my feet

Purring and arching

And pushing up high

Ecstasy shows in a half closed eye

Black white and furry

Real smooth to the touch

But not really keen on fussing that much

So...

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I pace alone in a place for the dead…Over come by woe… Yet here I’ve grown so fond of 
dread that I swear its heaven… Oh my sweet May dressed in grief Don’t cry in...

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A man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble He continues like a flower and is cut down He continues to flee also as a shadow  and...

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Lucious , the sources ae not clear:
yet with all understanding 
of those things
loved, I must mention a
 togetherness bound for marriage
might only honey be sweeter!
The "Tale of Love and Being Loved"
Guided by the appreciation of...

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Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion 
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my...

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Wandering the roads.  It has me under a spell even at this juncture in my life.
Even when spiked brambles
 scrape my eyelids or those tender foot soles are  being  twisted by tooth-like...

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Light minded people say I’m an uppity darkie
They color me bad, 
with a black face, felt pen Sharpie
Vanilla voices downright don’t like
the audio sounds of this mouthy darkie
They say I’m way too uppity,
don’t know what...

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When doves on evenings, calm and still, call out a hollow tone,
They rouse a medley, old as time, so few have ever known.
The whispered lines of its refrains resound of yesterday,
In ancient tales and bygone...

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