Long Minefields Poems

Was this a bold  endeavour or worst-case high risk plot?
 In one sense I was caught between two poles apart  concerns.
One must never underestimate indeed trivialise a devilish 
difficult decision.
A decision that may...

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"The Call of the Grimoire" 


when Exalibur was retrieved 

from the rock, then foolishly 
and irretrievably lost 
in that dreadful battle most worthless

the imps encouraged 
the once good Poesie folk 
to jeer and throw pebbles

the...

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slang..
up-dogged = when you chip in to keep a conversation trend going
fit = gorgeous
buje = unexplainable glamor
football minute = a minute, that with time-outs, that lasts a half an hour.
crute = cute but cringy
women's-rights =...

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I saw one journey end and another begin
I saw my world changed and in a spin 

I saw another end - the end of the band
I saw John and Yoko hand in hand

I saw commandos...

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"LUX VITAE" 
(A Christmas Poem for Georgia)



Golden Light guide her Home
Surround her with your Love
Give her Courage to always find Faith
in you Sacred One

Place your hand in hers 
as she walks her lonely twisting foggy...

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a flustered tango of Gypsy moths 
drumming the porchlight; chalk artists; 
the endemic disappearance of farms—silos lost 
in unkempt fields;  space stations; the sunlit-scent of lemon 
oil on cherry wood; birth; the chasm between...

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The 1AC is a shot in the dark. 
When we use interrogative strategies
we create zones of visibility and possibility.
The potentiality for deliberation
towards a new politic.
 
The study of bare life signals
radical transformations;
The constitutive ambiguity of...

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this time together has been
conceived by liquid starlight
and bound by terrestrial moonlight

an experience of bombardment by proxy

elemental and eternal are the binds
which we have finally succumbed to
with earnest intentions without
anticipation of outcomes

our trajectory points in...

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The powers that be, undefined, ruthless, opaque authority 
Shapeless, bodiless, upstanding folk, coercing the majority 
Overseeing applications, supplications, ensuring conformity 
Specialists in quagmires, minefields, esoteric bureaucracy. 

The powers that be, model citizens, high ranking royalty...

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Menu A or Menu B ? oh dear! quite a dilemma really. ha

Tadpoles induced symphonies in a bowl of custard cued. But cued is neither curd nor carved caverns catering cafés. Cafés cage craterous carefully...

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Nowadays I find myself
In church windows reflected
By the surface of my tea,
Too hot to drink.
I try anyway,
My nose against a brick wall,
(This Jasmine is my sledgehammer)
I burn my tongue,
(This Jasmine is a non-factor)
I set it...

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Well it is a must say
that you make me feel alive
with your smile
that brings a smile to my face
and a giggle in my heart

You make me feel,
that it is a must say to tell you
that...

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The colour of an uncomfortable truth

Bullets of ecstasy white powder clear spirits
shots into nothingness forgetting looking away
Translucent syringes monochrome devastation
fighting for a better world wholeness surrendering
to psychedelic transcendental illusion
Explosions into Nirvana black darkness oblivion
powerful mind-...

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Her reveries slant the compass of time: 1970s. Minefields now roar through blurred visions. She retreats into dots of space to live in the moment, as emotions fling to a gray sky. While curtains blow...

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die on your feet or live on your knees
live as a slave or die bold and free...ringing that bell screaming liberty
mental minefields, thorns and thistles, bomblasts and war whistles
black clouds pouring floods of fire...it starts...

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24 February marks 1 year of conflict between the Ukraine and Russia. May moral guidance, good sense, faith in the future and God's grace, mercy and wisdom bless and guide these great nations, and all...

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don't wanna live in her garden of evil...don't wanna make love in her lies
drawn to darkness
driven to destruction
doomed to death...
drowning in the whirlpool in the middle of her thighs...
she's a lyrical spy with the invisible...

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Yes, the end has at last arrived.
We saw the minefields ahead and continued forward
With the abandon of the damned.
Occasionally I could see the flicker of insanity,
Resting deep within your eyes.
There was nothing to be done,...

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When the bullet hits the bone and you're left all alone...born to ramble and bound to roam
when nowhere is your home...under the radar and over the rainbow
Like a thought in a galaxy i'm gone...like spiders...

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SOMETIME HOPE

Sometime in an epoch not too distant from here
Where seas are calmer and people care about each other
And not their pocketbooks or bank accounts
We will have peace 

Somewhere in time there may be absolution
but...

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I'm walking with Gods rod of righteousness and His staff of salvation
No fear or frustration
Waters divide as i walk down the middle
Never a slave to the devil and his 1000 string fiddles
God gives me His...

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WAR is the artistic expression of hate and it's workers subtract lives without debates...
WAR

WICKED
AGGRESSIVE
RAGE
tumors and rumors in minefields gettin blown away...skulls and souls in scattered graves

WAR

WRETCHED
ANGRY 
RULERS
poisonous minds using dummies and droolers...riding on snakes like...

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Moments 
By Michelle Morris
13/04/2021 

It's in the lonely moments that a single parent has alone in the dark at night, 
After another long day of making it through this challenging life; 
Of getting kids to...

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Your thought-balloons are filled with wild and magical freedom ~

until madness seizes your think tank 
trapping your ceaselessly chirping ideas 
within the teeth of its snapped steel-jaws 
refusing to relinquish you; lest you chew up...

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Not A Classic Poet

I write with meter, like to rhyme;
Start lines with Capitals, make phrases chime.
But quickly clear it is that I’m
Not a classic poet.

Not Wordsworth, Coleridge or Poe
Not Browning, Plath nor Longfellow.
I’ve never read...

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