Long Morrows Poems

"Conceits"



Such conceits
as veils between 
our windowed worlds 
torn torrential incomplete

mayst thou watch and learn 
the one I spawned, 
strength beats weakness
carried soft and harsh

one direction or the other
strength and weakness
both carried soft and harsh
ego and...

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Invisibly tortured courtesy existential nihilism

Psyche wracked with agony
impossible mission to extricate lovely bones
they wanna remain permanently abed.

I chiefly function to amass knowledge
courtesy assiduously, habitually,
and judiciously reading
an eclectic assortment of written material.

Yours truly woke
with ambition, disposition,
inclination,...

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O to tune in to good times of childhood—
To re-live gone-by years, not just to brood,
To lighten dust-laden baggage’s dead tare,
To unburden mind of deadwood afloat, 
To fast-forward to dusky days of old, 
To turn...

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Keep Me Good Company…

TODAY MY MATE SAVES MY DAY... 
From spiraling into unconstructive decay, 
Plugging my volcano of negative gossip & hearsay, 
Planting productive advice to direct my way,
Removes pokey cacti from under my feet,...

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My candle burns at both ends.
It will not last the night.
But, ah my foes, and oh, my friends,    
it sheds a lovely light.

Author:  Edna Saint Vincent Millay
Her very first published poem…..
“First...

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Hair gets grey, withers he but seldom wise 
To know why nothing thrills him more than lies, 
Why man’s pen portrays obscure truths in grey, 
Why his mind’s chisel carves out misty clout 
So grotesque...

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We are bold
we are beautiful
we are strong

We wear the colours of our skins
on the palm of our spirits
from generations through generations
we regenerate
from century through century
we blossom
 from decades through decades
we experience
from years to years
we grow
from...

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‘Ossi’, what Western side likes them to call,
East returning complements with ‘pushy’,
No more stands there the brick-and-mortar wall,
Love’s lost still in old animosity.  

The wall o’er a decade and half back fell,
Yet, an iron...

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By faith we can kiss the feet that wore the shoes                   							 							  that the latches...

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Behold Beatrice, Pitcairn
the paradise sunsets lie in Tahiti
sunrise, the folly of Easter
islands, sanitoriums, deluded, denuded
limbos and purgatories, the never evermore
Polynesian metaphors transmigrate my mind
O to graze with the deer, dear
the tree never falls silently
lizards scatter,...

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With the help from both The Askance and Ei-rian the Befallen
They lifted my tormented curse of the Heaori’s enchantment
And reborn once again, came renewed strength to serve once more The Goddess of Word
Yet the ancient...

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Darkness looms, even in the stariest of night. 
Fears come forth attacking those with sight.
You hinder, you holler, but no one can see, what my minds eye is trying to tell me.

I myself cannot, place...

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The universe is running after me beckoning me to come, it has a mission for me across the sea, and a band of angel waiting for me.

 The morning started off with a bag of...

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Rhyming Doubles On My Muse's Stern Command

He who Lives, to green woods explore
and bathe in glowing moonlit streams
shall find his Love, begging for more
than pale ghosts in late midnight dreams!

She who his hot passion bestirs
in...

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Years and years have been lost to time, thousands of days,
 nights, and morrows seen and despised out of immense ache,
The Juliet of my early youth is no more, transformed into a
stranger, yet my love...

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BY faith we can kiss the feet that wore the shoes                        ...

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What deepest sorrows, heavies a man soul?

So heavy be his body that his last strength;

mind, soft, wet and young, covered by aged flesh,

physical pain could not penetrate, unless permitted. 

But o, how thou go against...

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Initially, an attempt 
sought regarding Das scribe,
yours truly donning checkerboarded rawhide
collared, cuffed oversize raiment, pride
and prejudice obscured
courtesy hand-me-downs
couture also decking out

alley oop trapeze artist bride
of Frankenstein grooming in attendance
with her bonafide
circus motley crew, a veritable
monster...

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The Little Heart
by layman on Nov 8, 2011. © Madhusoodanan Kizhakkepattiath, All rights reserved THE LITTLE HEART
A little, little girl
Looking very smart
Come, come, come
Dear little heart.
She is like a rosy rose
Dancing like a lovely plant
Come,...

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Think of a place on Earth’s long frozen pole 
Where polar seas don a crisp snow-white dress,
What if a warm sea roars— man’s karmic dole 
In place where there was frosty wilderness! 

If icy soils...

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Lady at the desk.. Hello this is wabc radio caller.'  hello i would like to speak on the station to Tom-morrow, what would you like to say?  I just want someone to understand...

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I dreamt of future prospects pushing boundaries of my dreams
The likes of which exceeds the limits life allows to do
Familiar unknown dwellings lined with promises it seems
Ascending as I hoped to reach the heights we...

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And I lay myself down upon the lifeless patch to somehow contemplate
Looking at the darken Heaven before me… my darkness awaits
My personality has redefine me in an unrecognised absolution
Of my world, of The Ancients… who...

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There is a solace in his silence, a servant of his solitudes,
As he comforts in compliance, a jester to the multitudes…
He stands alone a neophyte, struggling within his confines,
Actions that do excite, impugnable inhibition when...

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