Long Mummified Poems

I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence

The following crafted 
approximately midway 
into the administration 
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping finds
him squarely poised to
nab the nomination as
Republican front runner
come the...

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In the eases softening breeze leaves rustle in the crisp
Autumn air, as the creeping shadows begin to claim the
Hallows of the darkening night, layer by layer the blackness
Swallows whole the last remaining essence of light,...

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The sand is stained red
with our bygone blood,
the blood that brought us from Ararat to the Alti,
a tribe trekking intrepidly through the Eurasian terrain,
caravans of Caucasians clad with Celtic tartan twills
plaids upon the pale horse...

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Be bold, I tell myself through whispers of driven reinforcement…
Reassuring myself that His might is as high as the mountains
He told me to be not deceived by the wickedness and resentment
Feel me, relief from grief…pouring...

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1. MORNING HAS BROKEN 
The men, in lines, tramp two by two,
forgetting all the women who
indulged them through a night of tricks
(their lips designed with crimson sticks,
their eyes a wild mascara mix)

and think instead on...

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Blind man
Feeling anothers thoughts by touching his hands;
Can you tell who I am by my darker shades that follow the cracked, dry lines of your palms? Do you see what I hide from everyone else...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.

Part 3


our subject awoke 
while still dark everywhere
dark with agony 
an amputee's life...

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"Horus in Paradise"



In dreams 
I met you in Paradise 

I called you
Blue Sky

You were an 
Angel in disguise

Horus, White Light
feathers of fire

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)




“Ten Miles High” / Roison Murphy
https://youtu.be/2B8fxZoa7w0








"It mav have been a Million years...

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Written: December 02, 2023

Quote "Without birth and death, and without the perpetual transmutation of all the forms of life, the world would be static, rhythm-less, undancing, mummified." Alan Watts

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Schooled in hard knock sufferance... -
soulful scribe matt er fact - seeks solemn sanctuary

Despite always pledging
allegiance to the flag
academic performance traced, narrated,
graphed... unfavorable zigzag

vertical lined spikes across
x-axis and y-axis displayed
dramatically sharper increased crag
when promoted one...

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I was born married to the master of subservience,
      fell in love with the master of somnolence.
           
I dissolved Reality,...

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Your time has come
The banshees are rapidly approaching
Can you hear their screams in your mind?
Does the constant rattling and endless wailing
Wake you up at night in a cold sweat?
Does your bedroom feel a tinge of...

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Many British Thermal Units needed...

To heat these lovely bag of bones
more so than required to generate clones
aging musculoskeletal physique groans
kvetching synonymous nsync with exactly
indistinguishable among where generic
garden variety alter kocker and/or like
mummified Pharaoh moans.

Hence, I...

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Soundlessly ricochet to and fro
hither and yon
roundly bobbing within squarely donned
talking heads of psycho killers,
one pyromaniac burning 
down the crowded house
sparking magnificent conflagration
towering inferno emulating

caterwauling, kickstarting, ululating
(think) stray cats on a hot tin roof
nsync with...

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Fate Of Mankind...

(this prognosticator ordains,
which if came to pass no brains)
necessary to impress any 
goo goo dolls, nor swains!)

Cited in crosshairs of  thermonuclear warfare
quite an about face from bursts of creativity,
yet omnipresent palpable threat...

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I relish sparring repartee of clever quips...

Particularly, when voicing and/or
writing bon mots doth betake
chuckling clownlike me 
rumbled stilled skin,
and e'en rouses 
this mummified corpse
(asleep for bajillion years) 
among sleepers awake,
where mine inside belly 
doth pleasantly...

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The hues of affliction caught my glimpse 
Maddening horror scratching my doorstep 
Clashing with severe torture,
Scorching away my destiny...my confidence 

Hallucinations take hold 
Risk shoved in a deserted briefcase 
Pluck the rose pedals that reveal your wasteful woe

Now your woe...

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I had a dream
I was lost in the desert
I saw your face within the sand dunes
I ran to you, carrying my sorrow
Hope was filling my bones
Tears were watering the drought of my emotions
I was standing...

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Here I sit on the stump, of a dead messmate gum,
where house-keeping is poor, for the cleansed human mind;
the dead is not buried, so the living survive.
I see the fine balance, in a world that’s...

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Kiss of Judas, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Le Baiser de Judas by T. Wignesan

In our century where one sells father and mother
Husband his wife and wife her husband
And who doesn’t with ease dispose the only...

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Ranted I in fiery dance
Upon the rushed floor.
It plyeth mosaicate from out my thought.
Lucid it creels through battlement and prepapace.
Upon this tower, I cleveth Erin’s loved lorne lore.

It’s marshed earth with braided stench of wilded...

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A center stage of flood light probing,
      desperate living in a murderous onslaught 
war's naked inhumanity
          sky tearing rockets, a pinpoint...

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Atmosphere peers in as witnessed guide
Playing silent the light a curse of the eye
Distant drum beats, 
blood keeping time as the encampment 
machines turn 

Seer flips an hourglass 
measuring the polarity and equity of the...

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The man who took the tail of a skink
Is safe from the chocolate mink
He stopped on foot to breathe to think
The man who took the tail of a skink

He gained the powers of the magical...

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