Long Metallurgy Poems

Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind itself,
Of what it means to be,
Instead to beg for booked...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of...

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The ask of cultures. 
Dutch to Portugal, do you think colonisation of fruit and lands and their inhabitants was the fairest exchange of our tactics of the strategy to wrestles of communication. They decided the...

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Frice the week along with night had fallen to sleepless slumber,
Trapped again 'tween times when thirds are three in number.

I sense a grimace gurgle in these halls of boned wall,
The aching whims and shaking limbs:...

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I wanted to make something drawn from bosom
      You & I gemini'd, 
From the wells extract'd virginity untouch'd 
     by compounds—
Forgot to send it out, forgot...

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A travel rarest from earth heavenly
To make me martial celestially
Teaches me to understand the norms
Facing all galactic storms  
Noblest souls from Martian mother
Engage in decoding alien stature
Land of water once in plenty
With looks sound...

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The post industrial lack of revolution continues to spew its poisonous fumes,
Into our mouths from its radioactive decay whose half-life is replenished by half of our own.

Plucked ripe from the fruitless laurel of she who...

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Earth was peaceful 
In the time of remembering 
Where the pasture looks so flourish 
Childreen roam around the green-field 
And they Cheers in an urban glory 
Every where looks so beautiful in winter 
Pitter-patter falls...

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MORNING OF OPTIMISM

A blue pigment covers the heavens
hope spreading like a giant reed mat to infinite ends
Day ahead promising something new
like Indian merchant ships of 1570
The atmosphere is dense with optimism
Morning metallurgy separating our fears...

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Xenophobia 
We are not seeing the Africa inspired by Mandiba.
We are not seeing the Africa inspired by our 
Ancient Kings of rusted spear and shield.

This is not Africa!
This is African inspired after colonization,
The one set...

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As i Knew
The butterfly flew
Someone or something is new
On one's eye view

As the shimmering Light
On the darkest night
If you might
Nothing in sight

As even if you are
Sit as Tsar
Twinkling like a star
Waiting By the car

Aren't making...

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