Long Mummers Poems

your first observation must be
I seem to be persisting LOL
it is easy to be dangerous these days
but deeper still is less a guess
than it was a thousand years ago
and what is revealed
can always be corrected
this...

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A winding road, up through the trees, finds California gold
The heart will race, and breath escapes, to see this land unfold!

Dad cherished, this, his boyhood home, a wonderland to view
and shared with us the years...

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“It’s time,” she said in a deep throaty voice,
She picked him up and carried the preacher who had little choice,
He hung over her shoulder as she walked with ease,
Her blistering flesh when she touched him...

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I danced with the hoodlum priestess, in the temple of the sacred pool.
The candles burned down low and jasmine incense from censors, filled the night.
While attendents at the altars, worried prayer beads and chanted sacred...

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When the mind's disease is hate
it flows through the veins unchecked
I'm just a voice of reason in the midst of darkness
striking a match 
a light for minds seeking refuge from a storm
and lift a crying...

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Man is a pest in this world of creatures
he raises and feeds fowls, cattle, goats and all
he befriends them calling them darling
without suspicion they cooperate, play with him 
beasts of burden work hard to please...

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Byword

(I)
Tittle tattle tales rattle.
Cabalistic cabals in cans:
Malicious mélange of melees.
Mummers murmur, mumchance mumble.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for...

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D street daydreams,

watered down time,
diluted with a soured lime,

streaming like faces,
caught in tour bus windows,
shading eyes from mid day light,

a winking glint on distant water,

faint gulls cry winging over,
far off sand dunes like snowy plover,

wind...

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casual, we walk
through each happening day,
moments lived out, yet
indifferently thrown out and away,
remember the mummers
who played in the park?
or desperate longing
in sweet summer's dark?
(who were we then 
to our crumbling now?)
a face, framed in a...

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I had another lover over last night.
Loneliness.
Knocking on my door, even though he has his own key.
Beneath my silent covers he crawls.
Mummers moist against 
my blue bruised sighs.  I confess salty, soft, sins.
Embrace.
Under stale...

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A gentle breeze on a scorching day,
We wake up early to bring in the May.
Bluebell skies frame cherry blossom showers,
Excited young girls hold garlands of flowers.

Morris men and mummers,
St George and the Dragon,
The roasting of...

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Hate mummers through your soul
Your morning opens with darkness
Where the sunlight cannot see
and cure you of this insanity

In your room is nothing
except many lifeless poems
that eases the embryo within
You desire wealth and fame

Except storm showers...

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Phantom of the O.Pen
Types the likes
I've never known
Fast of the eYes
I thought mine fair
Until I laid ears
on his typeOS there...

"A Fair.O.Moans indeed..."

Blazing sound
Enlightening speed
Raising ground
from My chair I did
Awakening SOL
to see what she said
Faster then...

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Unconsciously, she lay there,
Stiffly beneath the covers,
Mummers, desperate murmurs escape from her sleep.

She speaks clearly,
As if it were not a dream,

She vents angrily,
As if it were not a dream,

She repents honestly,
As if it were not...

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