Long Maddens Poems

You want to know what annoyeth me? Let me count the ways!
I could weave a veritable tapestry of all my aggravations, mostly in 
light and deep crimson hues which signify the violence in my Heart.
Easily...

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Festered lament maddens me
Why must the despair of my heart’s desire
Truly enlighten me? 
I rested among the sick and lame
And found myself no different from the rest
For a troubled mind holds endless poverty
Penniless regret marks...

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Is it sanity or bravery that I come to you like this?
Wanting, no needing something to live for
Something to see
On the long marched across the sea of grass I wonder
What maddens possessed me?
What in sanity...

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The Missing Season
27/07/2020 

Whiffs of summery air grow startlingly unfresh
Dying like a withering dream yet almost deathless
Ruffled by an impasse of a senescent, uncrossable viaduct 
that goes beyond my knowingness, beyond my conception
Of an unknown...

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Faces lost, in silver sand strewn 
across timeless 
beaches,
A love that's so sacred and 
secure only the wisest 
man preaches.

Some tremendous momentum, 
only pushing us 
forward, 
Together we share fear
And love
We take the risk and...

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And then ..
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

And then..
Escort the gent..
That annoy
Man about a woman
On the long wait
Of her dress up
But then..
The afterward will
Be splendid
When the deal is done
The beauty of her
Smart on your arm.

Before then ..
She vexes and...

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You promised to come back soon
Instead I received your letter of love
You had gone away to hunt for a boon 
I am dying to be with you, by Jove. 

The message from far away that...

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Villanelle: Kill not Mad Poets the Soul-Blood of Mankind
                  for Emmanuel MACRON

Kill not mad poets the soul-blood of...

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That cologne was the aroma of her love, I was sure,
Spirit within her crystal-like innocence finely pure;
Innateness born in her at very time of conception,
Divine decorum that pervaded her each perception...!

Herbal, spicy, floral perfume of...

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     Those who are cut to pieces
                   by those bloodthirsty killers.
  ...

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The long spiral of life, accepting the burden of greed. Shadows of a drifter coveting the 
morning sun. The warmth of childhood securities, always fearful of the descent, the naming 
itch of want. The loneliness...

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I want to TALK to you just once
for your voice takes me to a new world
I shall not say and go on listening you
no matter you talk of hate or love.

I want to SEE you...

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Constructed, casting a common customary cornerstone
Sublime, super-strong skyscrapers successfully survive
Like many other matters, aren't these too destruction-prone?
They break and fall, partially or wholly, like a beehive.

Composed creatively; catchy; captivating; classic
Mysteriously melodious; maddens many minds.
Wafts in...

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shipwrecked delirious at 89 bunker street
there lives my cloudberry doll
singing the songs of the blue hour

there lives my chantress with wax wings
my dormant (tor)mentor of keyhole view
reanimér les mémoires d'automne
in cryptic silence of a ramshackle...

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This heart broken and shattered
With palpitations at bay.
Shan't ride the storm before the morn
      For I can't stand the pain.

This nausea, this sickness, the pitiless aches
    ...

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A Topic changes from sex
And three students of mine vex:
Alfred, Alan and Alex,
With eyes “The Reddest” for his Ex’s
Wicked relocation to Wessex.


Three more meet me during recess
With Satan’s films they could access
And should like me...

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I.

The echoing din of hammered steel
Anviled and tempered strong,
Resounds in your head like a blacksmith’s song—
Clanging till you feel
The heat of the weapons shop.

II.

Old Thor and apprentices, forging new
Weapons for gods to wield:
The clatter of...

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I.

The echoing din of hammered steel
Anviled and tempered strong,
Resounds in your head like a blacksmith’s song—
Clanging till you feel
The heat of the weapons shop.

II.

Old Thor and apprentices, forging new
Weapons for gods to wield:
The clatter of...

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This house doesn't need ghosts to scare anyone 
The walls take sanity for fun 
They'll hex you with whispers in tongue 
Arrive with confidence, you'll leave with none 
The longer you stay, the further undone...

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It scorches; it sears
It burns in the veins
It maddens; it deranges
It gives exquisite pains
 
It entices; it provokes
It lures to its lair
It boils; it combusts
It lays the heart bare
 
It consumes; it exhumes
The forbidden dreams
It...

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just as moon melts slow
sharp pin pricks in each taste bud
so soft you opt glide

first you eclipse top
lips on beats at closed eye lids
scent maddens nostrils

it's now velvet shift
meandering footsy falls
pink heat from gold sparks

moon...

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