Long Monoliths Poems
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A God of His OwnMy physical self is pitiful
I have been incapacitated since an early age
Inadequate in every regard
My body is a useless shell
Luckily, this place is beyond basic physicalities
This place transcends the grim and darkness of reality
This place...
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Categories:
monoliths, god, identity, imagination, pain, religious, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Resurrection Machine
In the purple shadows of the black's monoliths, where an ancient echo calls forth, at the blurry forge of "Ralkon Dis",
a salient dragon from mystery's petra cliffs drifts you...
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Categories:
monoliths, art,
Form:
Rhyme
The Secret Lives of Chimney Pots IiiMarching out of the cloaked shires
Of landowners, stockbrokers,
Hereditary Peers, and ruddy faced
Squires:
A vast multitude of many varied
Tribes.
Amassing in the great cities, where,
Inhabiting shadowy chambers,
Behind nodding sighs and hushed
Whispers,
The Masonic...
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Categories:
monoliths, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
A Lover's Letter - Part 4 of 4I Send This Letter, Like A Message
Drumming Like Earth’s Hearts-Tribal
It Is A Lover’s Letter To You
Sent Like A Heaven-Sent Bible
Filled With Love –Just Like A Bible
My Lovely One –I Know Its Been Hard
During Our Separation
Its...
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Categories:
monoliths, absence, allegory, bible, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Narrative
An Ode To the Lands I Call HomeSitting here at my desk
Two hundred meters above
I watch the bustle of life below.
The slow moving traffic, the crowd at lunch-time
Pedestrians at the traffic lights
Heavy blue-black glass blocks towering to the skies.
In this austere...
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Categories:
monoliths, beauty, longing, love, nature, tribute,
Form:
Ode
Before the Gates of Alahsar - Version - 2 - 27The spearheads are keeping a tight formation,
pride keeping the body upright,
raking claws are sometimes raking home,
they find their way past sagging shields.
What deep wounds these claws do cause,
yet bloodied these spearheads do stand,
needle-sharp pain ne'er...
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Categories:
monoliths, dark, death, dream, fantasy, light, love, war,
Form:
Epic
My NeighbourhoodThe road to my backyard is long and straight
Evergreen trees abound and provide welcome shade
Home to myriad birds, butterflies and the bees
Last summer their branches were sawn off, without notice
The orgy with power-saws lasted barely...
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Categories:
monoliths, loss, nature, memory, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
MountainsMountains
As I look out from my window
I see there are mountains for me to climb
I would not much like to ignore them
But there waiting there for me; all the time
And though their boulders seem so...
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Categories:
monoliths, peopleme, me, mountains,
Form:
Free verse
Manhattan SoliloquyManhattan Soliloquy
...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the...
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Categories:
monoliths, dedicationstars,
Form:
Imagism
Manhattan Soliloquy...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises...
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Categories:
monoliths, dedication, writing,
Form:
Verse
Manhattan Soliloquy...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises...
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Categories:
monoliths, tribute,
Form:
Verse
Manhatttan Soliloquy...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises...
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Categories:
monoliths, tribute, writing,
Form:
Verse
Manhattan Soliloquy...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises...
Read More
Categories:
monoliths, writing,
Form:
Verse
Manhattan Soliloquy...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises...
Read More
Categories:
monoliths, writing,
Form:
Verse
Manhattan Soliloquy...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises...
Read More
Categories:
monoliths, writing,
Form:
Verse
Caught a Glimpse8/27/16
Just had shrimp and grits
Beside scrambled eggs whipped up with a whisk
Been a long time since
I've had some fish and chips
Went on many different trips
Some of which
Were on ships
And others were above waterfalls and cliffs
Back...
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Categories:
monoliths, poetry, rap, word play, words, work, write,
Form:
Rhyme
Manhattan Soliloquy...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises...
Read More
Categories:
monoliths, dedication,
Form:
Verse
Manhattan Soliloquy Repost...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic,...
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Categories:
monoliths, paradise, writing,
Form:
Verse
Manhattan Soliloquy Re-Post...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises of
a...
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Categories:
monoliths, love, passion,
Form:
Verse
Manhattan Soliloquy (Repost)...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises of
a...
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Categories:
monoliths, devotion, imagination, love, on writing and wordsstars,
Form:
Verse
The RoommateThat room;
And the bathroom too,
She made them alien territory.
My petty sentiments kicked in,
And made me a slave to my roommate.
The scented atmosphere, stockings;
Frilly brassieres in plain sight,
And blouses...
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Categories:
monoliths, dark, emotions, feelings, gender, lust,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Manhattan Soliloquy...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises of
a...
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Categories:
monoliths, on writing and words, stars,
Form:
Verse
Ice Nine Part 2Frigid metals twist like
Banshees in shriek,
Making all who hear it fear it's threatening speech.
Cognitive cogs, turning out torture-
instigating further madness noir.
Pale green and gold in it's likeness.
Promulgated sickness.
Rusted iron dust to waft in the...
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Categories:
monoliths, angel, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
Summer Solstice - AlouetteWatch the sun appear
On this Solstice clear
Over Stonehenge monoliths.
Sing the sacred song
Honoring the throng
Of the ancient spirit’s gifts.
Let the sun stand still
As we feel the thrill
Of Midsummer’s energy.
Summer has begun
Now our hearts are one
As we...
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Categories:
monoliths, celebration, seasons, summer, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
The Victim, The Thief, And The JudgeI
Twisted chains bite deep
Terrorizing the flesh
And making it cry
A small beam of light
In an otherwise dark room
All that one could cling to
The steady drip, drip, drip
But the light provides little warmth
In the face of biting...
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Categories:
monoliths, dark, evil, how i feel, identity, integrity,
Form:
Free verse