Long Mares Poems

Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham
There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining the Middle Ages, perhaps even longer.
My pals and I back...

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Unquotable Quotes VIIIL : SEXUAL HARASSMENT* - the feminist kind

(*”aggressive pressure or intimidation”: Is it really “any different” in most cases in the act, judging by Hollywood standards?)

STOP: ARREST ALL GIRLS
 - standing with legs...

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1	A plume of dirt and grime envelops sky;
		The hellish slug of gas does creep along.
		It casts an orb three hundred stories high
		Over the Sun and ends his morning song.
		The birds and trees now stand a...

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My internal experience of depression
today shames
external ecology of elation,
all I might know as warm extended family
of profoundly peaceful impressions
still bare surviving
at end of this slow-fading thread.

This morning
one Epictetus sentence
speaks of blaming left-hemisphere dominant GodVoices:

"People are...

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It's sometimes interesting what you learn about someone you thought you knew quite well when you visit with their family members, or their other, much better friends, particularly at that person's funeral! 



Remember Ezra Whitney…from...

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David Jones, the best rat catcher Shropshire has ever had
must take some criticism for young Molly turning bad.
Even though his daughter found rich co-incidentals,
no credit could be taken by rat catching Dad's credentials.

At nineteen she's...

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Your eyes are aglow

Leading through them

vines

Mysterious thoughts

Wondrous skies

What are you thinking?

I want to know

Rose petal cheek

Drop of dew falls from  your eye

What memories pain you so?

I wish to unlock your troubled past

I'll walk through...

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THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA

   narcoleptic deities in charge of the world
   are tangled and detangled in the threads of time 
   
   they are sardonic and bitter...

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(Manifesto) 

VIII … stop! - Skid! - Shift knobs, slide gears, vomit numbness, fondle!… the music of 
guillotines!… 

VII … unmannered retching! since everything is a percentage of death in motel prayer-nights 
separated from unholy...

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This next nightmare also occurred in the day time as  well. This is what I now refer to
as "my own tribulation dreams" GOD sent me to try and wake me up by stopping my:
habitual...

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Let's start out with my nightmares,  I used to have them revolving around jack 
a lanterns that got so horrific, for numerous years I was unable to even look at
a carved Halloween pumpkin. ...

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A young woman fled North Korea into the United States of America.
All in order to attend one of our east coastal university. She told the
700 Club that what they were teaching their students! 

"Was even...

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there flies a bird as white as life,
an ugly, peaceful dove,
 which carries darkness in its beak,
 the poem wroth with love:
 the farmer wakes at morning,
 weak with pain and ache;
there's no peace in...

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(Continued from part two)

O! enslaver beware, you are sprouting horns.
Kher, poor thing, you should try to be fair,
Nimble mares, could tongue-tie you there.
The bulls are rearing in their thrills, at bay.
		
K.S. the lion chaste-tied in...

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There’s many a tale that spreads across the night
when the sun o’er the plains yields to campfire light. 
Tales about cowboys, who once roamed the plains, 
scratching a living using their rope and reins

A few...

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She came upon me in a dream deep down from within my destination

Which coursed the mind and soul of years for my memories' inspiration

The path was crowded with bouncing hooves and wagons decorated

With fantasies ornaments...

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My grandfather
seemed wise with years
walking his rural spiritual path
in a relentlessly white
Christian dualistic church
dividing sinful nature
from sacred spirit.

He counseled:
Do not mix
religion and politics.

I wonder
how he would feel
about this mix
of sacred and profane
if he were to...

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Dear you,
 
the markings on my pink wall spelt us 
with a pierced heart in between;
11:30pm, a black ink painted 
across the letters a stroke
 at a time, until they turned into a smudge 
of...

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Or are we included all along, just not privy to the. 
      visibilty path of our fog laden destinations, looking. 
      long.
   ...

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A Hundred Equine

Hot salty drops trickled into my mouth.
The sun had changed my brown flesh to bright red.
Reflected brilliance passed through squinting eyes.
Faint, I rested in shade eating sweetbread.

I lay my head on a smooth...

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smiling with so much love 
he kissed her gently 
on the lips 
holding her 
in his arms 
as he was leaving 
blowing her a kiss 
promising to return shortly 
jumping on the white horse 
smiling...

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Oh, noble beast, you stand before me muscles quivering in fright
wanting nothing more than to flee. Unable to break or jump the
bars, you blow steam from flaring nostrils and paw the ground.

Once you ran free...

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With his weary fingers bending 
Around the neck, touching the strings
Like he caresses his wife, intimately
Struggling to feel the perfect pose
Music softens the moments of solitude
~
Within her grasp she grips gently
Round the brush, tenderly, with...

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Can you imagine being chained in a ship and taken to a strange land against your will? 
     Can you imagine you and yours being shackled and sold to farms to...

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I, Mustang, am the stuff of legends
               Roaming the Northwestern badlands 
         ...

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