Long Midden Poems

Ch8, cont.

Northward parallel the valley.
And their ridge-top elevation 
Gave advantage of perspective 
They could see the forest's ending
 
In the distance. That same evening 
Would reveal a stronger reason 
For Ipiki's intervention
Something sensed in his...

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Thank you, for excavating from dead tongue
Under midden of lies
The archive of our own history
The outlines of identity
So we under obscurity white sheet
Could find resurrection of self
In another voice oppressed
But unconceding of its comeliness.

Before I...

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A scream awoke those in the churchyard,
a mad scream from the maiden lain there
From death she awoke in the dark crypt
From cold death and so full of despair.

Shrouded she’d lain ‘pon altar of bone,
So deep...

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Upon poised to strike unsuspecting prey
oft times myself she doth cannibal eyes
everything her sight coalescing, whereby her
occipital orbs gleam fiery poker hot embers
ferocious roars of ear splitting hunger pangs

deafen wolf, and/or any other unlucky fauna
paralyzed...

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When I was young, I'd a desire,
To fly beyond this earth, higher;
Where the sun never gets retire,
Blazing with his scorching fire;
It's paradise, indeed...!

It is where moon, at night, does shine,
Galaxy, to stars, chores assign;
Sky and...

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The eastern seaboard
Of the United States
As the sisters three
Evil dictates
 
Population massed
As the floods rise
Lands disappearing 
Is the earth in demise
 
In typical fashion
We fight amongst ourselves
For higher ground
A higher shelf
 
Woman and children
Allegedly first
Money...

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A scream woke those in the belfry,
a scream from a maiden fair
from death she awoke in the temple
from death and none were there.

All alone, all alone, all alone……

Shrouded she’d laid ‘pon altar of bone,
deep in...

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Tis sore int' thwait
wi mor'n a few folks a gippy

loose tha's snap as M'pessons well
n tek sum brass from t'watter

na its nowt but a mickle midden
but them folks as a good un, narry a one...

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DEATH   OF   THE   SNOW   HEAPS


Like full-bodied youngsters they ruled the street
For a while - rude, unchallenged strength sweet;
Their short life  -    immaculate seeming....

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Who is that ambling up the lane
With woolly wherewithal?
Few would bother to explain
An aimless animal.
But that's no common woolmonkey
Seeking out the truth
Deductions elementary:
It's Sherlock Sheep, the sleuth.

Sometimes you may not know he's there
Behind cunning disguise
A...

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this twinning set,
of urchin's smile reflected,
by stale fathers turned to murk,
knapping flint saturated by eons,
gripped saltwise in bitter steel neglected,
     high voices cry "banal!" and flow red tears,
   ...

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The black dog comes without warning
it meanders inside my head
teasing me, testing me, pushing me to 
the limit of human endurance.

I hate my weakness. I abhor the crazy 
mixed up tears that roll valiantly down
my...

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it follows that 
     sharp slivers of time 
warp like wild geese reflected 
     across still water winging 
faces sway'd as wheat seas 
   ...

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Last month's hurricane ripped down dunes, re-
scalloped the shore, snatched away a car.
 Now there's a smooth spread
 of waves again where sandpipers scoot
 across wet sand, their enigma of glyph tracks
washed away with the...

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Under Mt. Alamos


Its monstrous, featureless head looking down
through scarves of swirling mist,
massive vault where what´s packed deep within
are scapulae, claw, fur and femur,
 a midden warehouse of the fired clay
of shards, broken pipe and flute,
stratas...

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*****
restless sleep... the nightmares..
i shut my eyes some-wheres.
to find myself upstairs...
gasping... gagging...

in a darkroom hidden...
i felt as if chidden...
was I in a midden...
my guilt... bragging...

thinking I was dying...
face wet... i'd been crying...
my eye's felt blank...prying...
voices...

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aye! ye sing
   nay dance! 
demanded
o' the demon
in brighten'd tar
but wizen'd burr
gave sudden slip
did gape ‘n gash
‘pon cracken'd jar
fell he into a
  midden pit
so ran the blood
   ‘n blood
 ...

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