Long Masonry Poems

Touching my hand was a wet doggy.
Whatever my fate was going to be,
My dog, my hero would be with me,
If he was in terror it did not show,
I was the weak one that I know.
With...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXIV - LXV


NOTE (facts to bear in mind while reading) : Under the French Penal Code, harm done to the infirm, minors and seniors (i.e. over 65) is...

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My universe revolves
Relaxation – Meditation - Reflection

I have thought- in the throes of perception, 
as I lay in the soothing arms of meditation – 
travelling through spaces of, and in reflection
as I drift in and...

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by just looking at it from the distance
a  picturesque view captures right away our hearts
a stair like going up to heaven on its magnificent appearance
a cogent power beckoning every tourist  to visit and...

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The bombers began to bleed
their heavy tears of death
from 20,000 feet above the breathless battlefield, 
B-17 Flying Fortress formations
moving with apocalyptic aplomb
the shadows of high metal crosses by the hundreds
rippling along the rugged roman earth
bringing...

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My chamber teems with tensions, taut, that logic can’t withstand,
fragmenting mental masonry with memories unplanned,
as bitter tears from hazel eyes reduce the stone to sand.

Dim shadows cast by candles flit across the haunted room,
beleaguer apparitions,...

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It isn't you, she said
It's me 
And set her fabrication free.  
Revealed that covert expertise
In jubilant solemnity
In the art of feigned, half-flattery.
And yet I look on powerless
still dumbstruck by her vanity
Awestruck by her deftly...

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A lap dancing molecule is dressed in a monocle. Such dainty prowess but naked no dress. No suit could taste an acrylic sheet as sheer fabric is often moving unseen across oceans,beams, and many window...

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In the dark depths of ancient lands,
where shadows whisper secrets to the night,
lies a tale of a region forged by mystic hands,
a pure product marked by "justice and fraternity."
From the dawn of the shining royal...

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Love is some thing i entreat 
Of which without it my eyes are in  the murk of picket -eye lids,
 It is a Croft on which our spirits  first grub
To then be able...

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Poem: This Rock
Poet: Ken Jordan
Edited By: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2012


This rock
This Holy 
piece of stone -

 Bestowed  upon
the Pueblo People
of the 
Tribal Nations
by the 
Great Spirit,

some
seven thousand
years ago -

Gave way to
a Ceremonial 
tribal gatherings
to
give
thanks, honor
and prayers
to the
Great Spirit
for blessing
them with ,

This...

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Touching my hand was a wet doggy.
Whatever my fate was going to be,
My dog, my hero would be with me,
If he was in terror it did not show,
I was the weak one that I know.
With...

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The grand, half-ruined Parthenon,
once a sublime, Doric grace,
Even now, in broken, stone blocks,
always takes my breath away.
The rich, classical detail,
fluted columns without plinths,
to imagine what it once was,
the mind can’t even begin…

That towering Coliseum,
the great...

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A MOTH, A PORCH LIGHT, ALONE IN AN OPEN WINDOW---

Owning up to his shortfalls may be his most difficult task.
Tomorrow mirrors that reflection.
In thought, he begins his introspection.
Standing looking out the open window, a moth...

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I remember the day my daughter was born
Like she had been here before, but now reborn

Through the terrible two's she behaved like the rest
When she came to mingle she had a different zest

She spoke so...

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I remember the day my daughter was born
Like she had been here before, but now reborn

Through the terrible two's she behaved like the rest
When she came to mingle she had a different zest

She spoke so...

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I came along with high expectation
And hopes of grandeur, instead defacement
A ruined mass of fallen structure
Displaced gray stones in random stature

A mist alighted like a screen
A passing shroud that blurred the scene
And when it lifted...

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A place of sorrow that brings such comfort,
One of death yet cherished by the living,
The lines of tombs and ancient burials mean naught,
Compared to the hidden glories beneath the covering,
Tree of stately age and unerring...

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Undone
No problem
Dog gone
Grow solemn in Harlem, but think clean name bereft of blame game

Which advances your worthy cause
In form and substance
Required to insert a new clause
In the wake of a changed circumstance

Despite bites of June...

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The wolves do lope high and free
in mountainous trails and her masonry
the hallowed wood and rocky clefts
hold the dens of their hidden nests
Golden eyes pierce thickened dark
hunting prey within their park
hot breath raises mist in...

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Turbulent moves the water mass
Thumping and roaring as it rolls,
Sheltering in her, myriad strange beings
From tiny planktons to giant killer whales

Constant remains she, yet changing ever
The puzzling paradox beyond the land
She had cradled the first...

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One
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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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Beneath the singing glass is a brick tower
where the gargoyles spit raspberries and whistle at passerby
On top cracked stained glass and crumbling masonry
Pigeons roost in its eaves, their feathers snowing on the ground
The clouds pass...

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I saw my stiff body lying in a coffin,
Devils and ghosts-like frills did my heart got soften;
The lid shut; I'm breathless; Was this why I am dead?
The linen within did not look like my bedspread...!

I...

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