Long Mote Poems

Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind itself,
Of what it means to be,
Instead to beg for booked...

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Many of you live
humbly and heartily
patriotically and industriously
nutritiously and faithfully
in Western and Southern States,

United in this time of shrinking reservoirs,
dying rivers,
hurricaned coastal residents

Displaced by floods,
invasive mold,
voracious rot and rats,

Barren top soil,
failing electrical networks,
drought,
inhumane heat,
decimated forests

Bereft...

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Sun Gods! Sun Gods!
I require your assistance
I come before you, humbly, without resistance
Hear me! Hear me! Please hear my plea!
Honorably - I come before you on bended knee
I come before you on this day and...

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This is the final CANTO of Hell. I am going to publish the full translation as epub on AMAZON. It was a very hard work to find rhymes in english.

“Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni now
Toward us;...

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All That ‘I AM’ - Revisited

Let all that ‘I AM,’ yes, my pulp, seed, and cover,
from dreams long misplaced to the fears, I’m resisting
(though friends think them offal). My eye’s tears from mote
(that makes sparks...

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(dirty dental deeds done dirt cheap,
yet...aye value, treasure, revere...those
loosely fading cutting edge com man 
dubble size memories.)

(Witch role an 
   unavoidable mandatory phase),
that nowadays breaks the piggybank 
   like a dropped...

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Is not ‘Mother’ the sweetest word in the dictionary?
She's one’s closest friend, companion, and guide.
How can I restrict her within the frame of a poem,
when my entire world circled around her once?

As I think of...

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Think of the first world war
think of young Princip
his mud floor house 
with stones for walls

Poverty and shame
it was hard to make an existence
it was hard to make a life
the food that they were growing

Went...

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It was said of old, 'Truth lies open to all', but today 

               perception is  all; no one is perfect...

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Sire she's been sighted
two miles south of Sinai,
our sentinels say she has brought a river,
her baggage train stretches into the ancient sands,
the envoys of her retinue spoke of marvelous gifts,
beasts and creatures of the Orient
gems...

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"MAGIK"


True Power arrives when 
Magik is delivered,
felt and seen
in the cracked and lonely, 
the lost hearts broken, that believe

true power
two as one

A quill is the first token
Mirror potent conductor 
transfers spells through
open windows reflection

Manifestation 

Mirrors...

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* Paid my heed my friends for the frost giants begin their march southwards, 
    * and their hounds of winter ,shall Slather and bay awaiting direction from their masters
  ...

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(witch role an unavoidable mandatory phase)
that nowadays breaks the piggybank 
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod assent if offspring  grown, 

   or ponder new found challenge 
...

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(Just who are the most self-righteous people on earth?)

When God created Adam and designed the fall,
 To reveal Christ's glorious salvation call.
 Self-righteousness, then came into play,
 To plague mankind in a wicked way.

 Sadly,...

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It is a peculiarity of Love’s mossy light
that once, hapless rocks drowning in their days
would be overthrown by Love’s destructive plight
and smooth-whiskered words its song to soothe
in the belly of the whale its secrets brew.

In...

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(prior to tha ode dee us political stink sans hillary rodham clinton, i scrawled out this poem. her likelihood to grasp to political mantle than considerably greater than  fourteen months when another official will...

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Ah, the fortitude of a circle
the circular wisdom 
of  spring to summer  fall to winter  
the spinning wheel’s twist of threads -
at once both self-reliant and reliant

my soul to embryo  seed...

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It is gone forever now, a swirling mote of dust, 
  above the hills and fields, memorial fleck of dying love, 
vanishing from tear swept sight, away from the world, 
  oh how...

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They say if you don’t use a thing for a year
It’s time to get rid of it, just to be clear
Feel free to sell it or give it away
But to get clutter free, just don’t...

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It would do my soul some good
me thinks
to make a moving attempt
to find some touching words
join them together for emotive sentence
and bring forth a description
perchance some truthful acceptance
to stir and conjure the imagination
and ignite a...

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I like being awake all night 
like I'm a secret person 
not real at all 
 
child of night, known by no one 
living underneath the earth 
negative space, living like no one 
known by...

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Autumn is at once symbolic of plenty, ripening, harvest, and abundance; and, at the same time, a symbol of letting go, decay, decline, old age, and even death, with associations of things being past their...

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Thank God
         The sun is shining, somewhere
maybe i'd not be whining, were i only there
though here, rains wash over me, and i am chilled
thanks to Jesus, i...

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ADAM LOVES TO DOUBT

The hand of man touched the mind of God,
And the word became flesh!                   ...

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A shaman priestess
Is deep in thought 
Engaged in Meditation 
on the fate 
Of the earth 

She is deep in the cosmic woods
In the world between worlds
Where she is communing
With the spirits of the universe
Who listen...

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