Long Meads Poems

Translation with commentary of an archetypal Wild West Classic : " Summer Wine "

(I'd wage my bottom diamond dime future generations will re-discover and treasure this true American classic like only a few others of...

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"Dandylion" 

The guy was a 
Dandylion 
there was 
no denying it

full of promises
and making wishes
residing over 
this new world

poetically 
speaking, he
shone like 
the Sun

he sat on his throne
for all to see
the mane man
roaring non-garrulous

declaring 
to...

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I hail thee ruins of Indus Vale! 
With scented rhyme, with scented gale
Come on from world of mortal dead! 
O come and lively wind inhale! 
More ancient than the pyramids
That rule on ancient Egypt land

Thy...

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When empty bubbles of stillness brimmed the place
Upon an emerald carpet of meads, she genuflected with gathered grace
Of languished bones and reverence plucked from nunhood hearts.
Mighty potentate dear, the wonted beseeching starts. 

Oh! May the...

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O Thou the beauteous lofty fort! 
O ancient manse O royal court! 
O land of beauteous holy dream! 
Thou art a shield of mortal mort

Thou midst of ancient royal mead
A royal shade A royal hand
From...

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Dew
Soul of morn, at night thou sleep
Then dance in mead on blooms on grass
The pearls and diamonds  all there weep
Thy shining sheen them all surpass 
Thou kiss the Green green vales and hills
Thy love...

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In moonlit night , in silver shine
From heavens I in this world peep
In my soul silver intervine
With body on the earth it leap
No chart in hands, no light Divine
That showed me way in shadows deep
For...

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Beauteous lass Thy wounds are bleeding! 
Crowning crowning where thou go on? 
Mothers weep and babies  feeding
Crowds on crowds and trumpet blow on! 
Wearest thou thy wedding garments
Then which grief thy heart thus torments?...

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14.3
“I have realized the Supreme Self, 
the Witness, the One
I am indifferent
to bondage and freedom.
I have no need for liberation”

14.4
“The inner condition
of one who is devoid of doubt
yet moves among creatures of illusion 
can only...

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Soul of morn ! at night Thou sleep
Then dance in mead on blooms on grass
The pearls and diamonds  all there weep
Thy shining sheen them all surpass 
Thou kiss the Green green vales and hills
Thy...

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Unrepentant Miners


I look out over what should have been viridian fields
Where daisy and dandelions
Found their picturesque beauty
Wild and free

I felt the meadow of summer skies
Lay their heads beneath your bare feet
To kiss at your ankles...

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“Empathy is emotionally connecting oneself with another in his hardship and pain, showing compassion and loving concern” ~ by Poet


Through the country paths, I lazily loitered
Watching Nature in its changing hue
Straying farther into the interiors
Sundry...

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FOREWORD: I have no idea if this actually works... I’ll let you decide

TWELTH KNIGHT

If you truly love me you shall do as I ask
To demonstrate your ardour, I set for you this task
I shall not...

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I could grow roses, and collect their nectar,
For newly wedded pairs’ perfume.
Or lilies, the Persian young lovers would secretly present their bashful beloveds.
Or could process the early-ripening fallen apple,
Foreigners would slowly have
Seeing the fiery sun...

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Oh Hypnos lord of all the lands of dream,
    Whose slumb’rous breath weaves eyes with poppy leaf,
    And whose sweet lullabies mortals relieve
Of throes, and shields them from the...

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The honeydew on lashes freeze
And freeze with awe the sinking heart
Oh misty scenes by window's pane
Thy sight my gloomy soul has fraught

Oh that I fly as angels do
Oh that I may in thy heart dwell
With...

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The flocks of birds, the herds of sheep
The rivulets,  pastures all there Weep
The boats of hope sank downy deep
My country folk nor wake or sleep
All mourning, all mourning

That promised morning never came
The heads all...

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Nature

sounds and waves
transfix in keys
trees refines fine lines made
faded leaving leaves fall
fragile Merc
roads leading to nowhere
fine hair
water fluidity and stupidity
stamps mad cramps
stamp to punctuality
staircase spiraling to disintegration
major appreciation
columbo toad
old crackling code
engineers and Arche
marshes shaded
coiled rope...

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One Dewy morn in month of May
When meads and green were half asleep 
The breeze was filled with blooms and hay
And by the lake were herds of sheep
In tinkling bells, in tinkling bells
O life !...

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From buckwheat bloom to goldcup flower, 
From my sill of shade, to your wealthy dower, 
The junctures, the times, we came upon together. 
Now these goldcups, finally had color. 
Transpiring your truths, I tally a...

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Steam Travel
Steam Trains, are, archaic,
Romantic and prosaic,
It takes an army of volunteers
to keep these old trains going.
What will happen, in the future
There is just, no way of knowing,

To go by train,
on a summer's day out,
Hoping...

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Dust

Life oh life look I'm failing
Send past days so I can see them
Round and round the world bewailing
Soul divinist let you free them
And I vow that I'll with thee
Dust of thy world, shore of thy...

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I remember the grey slithers of rain,
The jocular driver
As I boarded the bus
At Temple Meads,
And the friendly lady who told me
When we had arrived at the city centre.
I remember the little pub on King Street,
With...

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"Fireflies and Sea Poppies" 

glow up 
a short life 
buzzing by 
lighting up the 
shoreline

caves 
they're heading for
silent crowded sanctuary
stick fast like glow worms
fire lit to cold walls

words on the body
of the conscious all
written thoughts...

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Though the pallid water fell high 
And bathed the blue rocks continual clean.
Though to the deep,
 The cattle walked over the centuries-old glaciers
Though the horror of Sindh could be heard 
And the hurry of her...

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