Long Muddles Poems

For old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for « some » other giants - Part One

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In his seething silence, I spoke, softly to him,
“Did I desire once to be higher than you, oh seething heart?
Could I, in my human flesh, sympathize for your imminent demise?
Cradling you in my sorrows, as...

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I am sexually attracted to intelligence.

Intimate conversations springing from an

eloquent mind, undressing my conscience

and making love to my thoughts.

Giving me cerebral stimulating orgasms from

live interchange of mind blowing discussions,

direct transmissions tickling my wordsmith

senses in a...

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There is an antique writing desk
in my little study
handed-me-down
from generations of would-be
writers in my family

And there are ancient creatures
from days gone by
living in this old desk still
evil, larcenous little creatures
envious of literary skill

This explains much

Lately,...

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The evening air spreading its soft chill,
Playing with the blue mountain to nature's will,
New snow flakes engulfs the barren hills,
Taming my heart with tender warmth and thrills. 

At the inn the keeper holds a lighted...

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I see you’ve larked with fairy friends,
On bough, in fields, near brooks - 
Pebbles skim the water’s edge;
Jump skip, jump skip, hop - over brook…

‘Which side is greener?’ Asked the Dragon mare.
‘The bough of tree...

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I met her on a towering cruise ship,
the Benthic Princess, a vacation trip.
Her platinum hair shimmered in waves,
a beckoning smile that asked me to stay…
That first dinner was quite magnificent,
we talked and talked, like life-long...

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I wake to a monochrome world and I yawn
The reds, greens and yellows awaiting the dawn
Out on the water, my luminous float
Rides unseen ripples in fear of no boat

This morning my roof is my fishing...

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The Man In The Moon 

Follow the crooked path 
     through a frosted gate
And hide in the shadows, 
     where the streets are straight,
Look for me in...

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Pallikarnai,one of
the prominent
waterbodies that
once provided life
breath to Chennai
(Tamilnadu, India)
is now a garbage
dumpyard. It now
serves as a moving
symbol of how the
civilized can
threaten the
environment.


I

Pallikarnai
Resounds
In the Alps.
Retches the
himalayas.

Foams
In the Ganges.
Forays the volga.

Muddles
In the Amazon
Mucks the Nile.

Incarnates
In myriad moulds
And...

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Darkness peeks beneath the shadows
	Melancholic doubt, dread
From silent sensation, built by depression
	Falling down from up on high
Where there is grace, where there is chance

Darkness drives away the intense hope
	Prepares dreams for loss
Erases the innocence from...

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Note chaos that swirls in empty shades;
Observe and see the rowdy waves;
Infux of twirls of muddles made;
Sense faint beauty that comes dares to brave;
Empty this whirl that shouts to trade.


Charm feels a sway as passion...

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Tall, brown and very thin,
With a big moustache and a bearded chin,
Like the sun in the sky, your face shines bright,
You sparkle and dazzle like the stars at night…

In a long white robe you are...

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Why is there fog, thick with grim
from the breath of pursed lips
that blemishes the view 
distorting the glass?....I ask you
Is there a peaceful place for the soul?

I stand by the window and peer through the...

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She muddles an unusually warm December
dark drooling deep afternoon

Drizzly wait,
not long before her hungry needy kids return from school,
she props herself against back porch wall,
knees up,
peering out 
listens to wonder how her life is the...

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In a white realm, where optimism drifts away.
Frescoed moonbeams on walls, in swirling array.
Such silky cream and vanilla, delicately sifting.
As the full moon lingers, its light briskly heaving. 

Languid souls quest elixirs in ewers that...

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Clean air has now become a pipe dream. 
The bleak energy speaks loudly,
With a lot of stale and toxic air.
Like Jonah in the belly of the whale,
People stay choking, choking for fresh air!

Sapphire waters, smothered,
With...

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My nutty week stays long in my memory
My brain didn't process like it would normally
But just to be sure I now lay of the pink gin
I will share you my tale and shall now begin.

Paracetamol...

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Have you ever woken one morning
with an anxious and troubled heart?
When life makes the soul stagger and stumble
and you ache your strayed soul to summon,
Fierce though your flesh be pleading
It hurts your heart and muddles...

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The roots of a family tree run deep for they were planted long ago.
generation upon generation have nurtured and watched that family grow

into a tree whose strength and beauty is impossible deny.
into a tree whose...

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THE LAST SUICIDE.

It starts with a thought,
An overflow of negative push,
Beclouding our sense of right,
Tempting to replace  the love for life with a dark wish.

A route familiar to the weak and  the brave...

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My father passed a few years back, and he keeps appearing in my dreams, always on the same street and roughly the same dialogue. The poem/story has no real format. Just my feelings on it....

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In a kingdom full of cuddles;
'Loving!' said I, 'thing of amour';
My passion is this blessed, crazy muddles;
Heated hot emotions and loins treasures;
Got fever boiling? 
Can't control them;
My passion is the comforting lovely
Loving
In a kingdom full...

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To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature,
embracing truth as only reflection can hold.
While our mind concocts fastidious pleasure,
in search of mottled excuses bent to unfold.

Some threaten openly, words of censure,
hurled against the family...

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Agent of darkness
King,
Of principalities and powers
You,
Who knows no love
But,
Hate, scorn and wickedness 
You,
Who sow thorns at night
And,
Reaps prickles in darkness
You; you,
Who robs Peter 
To pay Paul


You,
Who suck blood
Instead,
Of giving life
You,
Who can only 
Ravage the body
But,
Not...

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