Long Modigliani Poems

“le livre bleu” 

Terabytes.
lonely poets, writers, 
musicians and artists play here,
they wear masks that cover
vermillion dripping smiles
over sharp little wolverine teeth,
they drown their sorrows in their muses -
contemporary little monsters – Still Life, 
they call...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft under
mulch for rebirth
the subcontinent
conscientious conscience 
inward reaching

the divine central tableau...

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“Her Ever Changing Moods, the Rapture Reprising”

Lavender seduces symmetry  
in her ever changing moods
slips into something more comfortable

a swollen tangerine sky 
moves its tongue over 
the blues of her violet harbour 

calling the siren...

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“Where is the Lover?”



Where is your Lover?
He is in your smile
where he kissed you
when you were fast asleep
bodies pressed into
burning heat
the fruits of passion 
tasted hours ago
before you walked out 
the door onto 
the white...

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"Purgatory is a Poem"



Words are the pieces
in a game we play
shadow and light 
hidden from day
poets are nocturnal
in nature, stasis, 
keen and hungry
listening to 
Forever
stuck between 
the doors to
Past, Now and Never -
senses feral 
and...

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"The Golden Chord"

I have stories
caterwauling
to be told,
I will caste them out there
no matter how bold.

They will not drown,
they’ll survive
soaked to the bone,
transfigured transporting
they’re magic
for the one who sits absent
on her Royal Throne.

Some are parked on...

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Her beauty will be known for all the ages,
Deserving of its story in these pages.
A fathomless flame in eternity rages.
A rhapsody is her name sung by Angels.

Silken hair matching the suns golden hue.
Mirror the seven...

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Might We Ever…
            by Odin Roark

Fathom
The depth of agony
A genius creation goes through
The willingness to imagine
Beyond expectant physical endurance

Understand
The amount of protected experience
Folded into...

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"Sugar Land"




Nine chains linked
Six silver sextants measure 
their distance to Styx

Two hands unwritten 
hold the Bee Keys tight
in a guarded lap

1 chain missed 

He, revolutionary, 
breaks the black line and 
leans over 
The Great Unthought...

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"Triomphant"




Mea Culpa


Latin two words
a wrong turn
move forwards


Lux Vitae


Latin two words
shower me with Your Love
Your Light I move towards


Amor Vincit Omnia


Roman Poet Virgil
Message to the young girl
Secret Communiqué Love is plural


Jeanne d’Arc
Triomphant


(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)



"On the darkest days,...

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