Long Morns Poems

Our lusty voice was in the tramp of narrow, winding,
     Scree-littered, deep-rutted roads;     
 Ravens, uttering guttural croaks, slow-wheeling above      
 ...

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(1.)
Soothing Dream, Bathe Me In Her Light
 
Of lonely night and vivid dread
sad supper and large empty bed
denying wind, sets soul to stir
romantic memories of her
she, tender angel through and through
only true love I ever...

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Beware the wrath of the Northern Polar boogie man, 
The Anti-Clause, a legendary beast of nightmarish voracity,
From folklore mythology, a dark creature of demonic prowess,
Lurks in the hidden shadow realm, in a freezing forbidden zone,
Of...

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(1.)
We Were So Blessed, When Our Love Was New

Nevermore softest touch of loving hand
 nevermore, will we together stand!
Forevermore, our sad souls shall deny
 forevermore, lost halls echo our cry!
 
You were my angel, I...

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wish! wish! wish for the sun!

       there, once ...
       in port on Captiva, slumbering
       the bottlenoses sang...

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Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in refrain
rites and rituals --
enough to almost make this heartless
hooded old...

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A diverse array of flora and fauna reign majestic 
in vivid tawny imagery of shifting sand dunes 
and barren rocks-- sixteen miles
from the golden rays of western tomorrow.

Time is played out in crucial moments of...

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OLD MA AND PA MCKENZIE

Old Ma and Pa McKenzie,
Ran our local store
When they came to stay,
Moved in with three kids did they;
One a boy and two were girls,
And a big black dog called ‘Sheba girl,’
And...

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the stars weep ...
but not for heaven
they weep for vacant eyes
and hearts of parched desire
with tears untold ...
and uncounted

for where is the hunger -
the yearning for substance
that sets tongues afire?
where are souls that ache for
a...

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Seasons, to the Season

Spring streams, Summer dreams, no longer to be seen
for they have come to be dry, the gold, yellow, brown and red
of what will no longer be able to show it’s faces in...

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Floriography

Allamanda in April slowly open its trumpets around posts that look like 
Buttercups of honey for bees to dive in to replenish their striped bellies
Crocus's yellow stigmas that flavour our food are a blessing by...

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Knowing She Sees How Deeply She Is Missed
(Tribute To That Greatest Of Love, A Mother's)


Blue-cold morns rising to light a fire
mother, cooked on wood stove truly ancient.
She out of sweetest of love's truest desire
provided nourishing...

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I cant seem to find the happy
antedote to cool my negative
consequences--- malignant non standards
freud pennance desires to capitulate-re
the never  know   mores  so the forni fun reins can be
pulled  taughtly ...

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Portrait: It Is She Who Triumphed- Part II
Arabic Poem By: Saad Al-Hajji*
Translated into English By:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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(Continued from Paqrt I)

Beauty was pronounced expressively through her splendid silence 
And slowly, she climbed the darkness walls 
Up...

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Once A Wild Child Of The Exploding Sixties

We were young, waiting universe lay ahead
too foolish to see danger or feel dread.
What of Love? It was hungry and all around
no need to ask life questions too...

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I That Once In Youth Thought To Be A God

I that once in youth thought to be a god
trampled many on darker path I trod
until that path's fruits tore me asunder
cast away all my forbidden...

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In the realm where words take flight,
Let me share a tale, both wise and bright.
Of responsible hands that wield the gun,
An ode to the virtues, one by one.

Through misty morns and shadows deep,
Lies a world...

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Mr. Webster defines "impatience" as a dislike for anything causin' delay.
Alas, my paucity of patience I am reminded of each and every day!
'Tis a subject upon which the Lord and I are in constant consultation.
Lord,...

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This day I sat pondering in San Andrés by the sea
Contemplating my tomorrows as I wonder where I'll be
It's getting close to noon as I absorb the morns suns rays
On the beach in Playa de...

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How many years is it
From the long past decades
When we were young
And brought our children
To Martha’s Vineyard?

I often think “How many?”
How many pails of clams dug,
How many dozens of crabs netted,
How many pounds of mussels
Picked...

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Upon my life your winter still drizzles
Evoking the morns that arose in despair
And nights that steered dreams into sorrow,

As I sit all alone in valleys of destitute
Where memories haunt pitfalls of yore.

Tender and sweet, you...

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Ask me where I hide
Where I conceal my thoughts 
And my darkest lies…
Ask me where I run to
When the moons are full
And there’s nothing more than the devil's grin…
Ask me what I’ve told you
During the...

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Dreamscape

Fright night echoes sounds clink tapped chalices,
Amidst caused bruised concoctions aplenty,
Dons alehouse barmaids geniality,
Fair distance yonder gates of said palaces.

Camaraderie placates fools, nightfalls,
Host chambered snores all else unpleasantries,
Wenches clear tables its swill and varies,
Whilst yon...

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Naked Beneath the Robe


Would you have us all dress the same?
Coerce us into believing it is our favorite outfit,
influence the tide of fashion down a one way street.

Would you limit the words available to us?
Deny...

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In Love, Our Romance Flows In Kissing Streams,
Poets Tribute Series, fourth poet, Lord Byron

Claim I, thy wondrous heart into sweet dreams,
And in that soft glowing realm we slow dance;
In Love, our romance flows in kissing...

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