Long Lintel Poems

Strategically placed when raised 
Upwards
By your masterful and well 
Practiced hand.
To mingle with ever changing 
Skylines 
That frown down with arrogant 
Scowls
Upon the indigenous populous of 
This just and tolerant island.
To study and pontificate upon...

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What are the modern names of the nations of both the Edomites and the Ismaelites?
The modern nation of both the Moabites and the Ammonities is the nation of Jordan,
which directly boarders with Israel, and ...

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* Paid my heed my friends for the frost giants begin their march southwards, 
    * and their hounds of winter ,shall Slather and bay awaiting direction from their masters
  ...

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Oluwapemi... your name is soft to the ears... your name speaks peace...
Your name is the soothing ointment of the troubled mind
It sounds like the luculent laughter that comes with the dawn when the turbulent Night...

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A Solitary Stranger

Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he
To knit the finest webs of dreams, one of the most delicate kinds.
Gazing, out there, with  brimming eyes he ponders
To catch a...

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"Just take this chalk," (so went his talk, 
to servants sent before): 
"And do not balk. When you uncork 
good liquor, mark the door." 

This way, the churchman planned to pass, 
when pausing for a...

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Sundial
My passion is the silent weather vane
The gambrel brought such sorrow
Much I marveled this roughcast cairn
Eagerly I looked for the lintel

I have dreamed of the clocks
Eagerly I looked for the masonry
It was heterodox
Somewhat louder than...

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Before the last of the Ancients from Eden had returned to death ,
It was decided that with  their direction and wisdom Stones of meaningful proportion and weight should be used to measure the cosmic...

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Before the last of the Ancients from Eden had returned to death ,
It was decided that with  their direction and wisdom Stones of meaningful proportion and weight should be used to measure the cosmic...

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I …

am provenience …
the heel of my father’s foot -
the damp of his brow
and his burgeon …
I am my mother’s bloom
sown in the soil of her intentions
seeded with wonder
and promise …
but some petals unfurl only...

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PRETTY  WITTY

                          Cocktail thirsty : Mocktail, Green tea.

 ...

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In the mazy thicket of thoughts I search
With the fork of foresight on cloudy march
I pick meaningless pebbles from eerie plane
Meaning hisses at the futile chase of fussy lane

All doorsteps lintel-ling and leading to the...

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The sun has set on our harried noon,the owl
play elegy on the lintel of gathering  a dusk,
serenating sounds scour the soul,with searing rhythm of pain,
a ricocchet of cracking hearts,heard above the beatitudes muttered in...

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To be left alone
                           to be a cat
 ...

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She vibrates, a chassis minus shock absorption.
A painting, the nude descends a staircase,
rings of Saturn etched in a vacuum tube.
Or Eniac of twisted cords and switchboards.

She isn't programmed to see light beams
spraying through the trees,
nor...

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Without shed blood, no remission of sin, 
A lamb was killed to clothe Adam and Eve, 
On sides and lintel, Passover blood streaked, 
A token of redemption to the Jews, 
Animals' blood shed in Old...

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The humble arch, so simple, so profound, so powerful
                     The arch is Pi in the...

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RAVENous

Wickedly,
dressed in black satin,
corseted with passerine-ego —
she dares
the dawn to interrupt her feast,
afterall, SHE is the Queen!
beheading of the smallest of things,
the nibble of opportunity.

Vast is she, the moonlit sentinel,
fearsome in flight as her ebony...

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It abides in the lintel, leaving only
to hunt in the klong.
It was here when we moved in,
we are the renting guests 
living under a large Monitor lizard.

Dawn coffee on the loggia,
the jungle going to sleep.
The...

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Spilling from the lintel,
a pitcher saves the ice from anonymity.
Rafters creak, the sounds of winter
rattle through the cabin, loudly, eerily.

Memories of dead and gone,
whistles of wind, the monotony
whispers and drags through the days
like a chilling...

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