Long Nb Poems

“Strange Creatures and The Forest of Egregore” 

Where do we go -

when our rosebuds
stop still in the cold,
unwanted, 
along the unopened road?

we walk into the 
forest alone, 
there we meet 
strange creatures -

some say 
they...

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COME ON SOUPER'S LETS HAVE SOME FUN AND MAKE FOLK SMILE DURING SUCH DIFFICULT TIMES FOR US ALL. THERE ARE LOTS MORE APT NAMES  - PLEASE SOUP MAIL POEMS AND I WILL ADD THEM...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s TWENTYEIGHTH LEGAL (Part One) by T. Wignesan
 
N.B. If any one is interested in reading the continuation of the extracts of letters that Eric Mottram wrote from America during 1965-66 to...

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"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anaïs Nin







“Man Eating Flower” 



Voluptuous lips 
Velvet soft and slick
mouth words that skip
and crush off wet tongues to 
french kiss and swallow
all...

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The grandeur of my life are elusive
Mine ain't melioration; it's oppression
My free life is cramped by chains of servitude
And shout out loud I mustn't 
Because even the power of my tongue is tied
Blank in me...

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I wonder: would you make me your mistress
lost in a world of poetry under your wings
I’ll celebrate heaven's gift; more to me a tortured love
wretched wishes: life's greatest anguish 

our heaven's in sight, you see...

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THE BOOK OF HELL

     DAIMON HELLSTROM
[NB. This poem is the confession made by the biological son of the devil satan,SALAZAR, in
a court session in heaven. This is a confession he made...

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Hello, poets everywhere, wherever you might be. As you might  know I take ideas from the news and occasionally what happens in life to I, me  not you, myself. Recently I decided as...

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I have found that to grow
in the maze of life
you need more
than what, you are told

simply because, to know,
what, you need to know
is more, than scary,
it is, down right,
earth shaking   

it can, stop...

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I can’t stop thinking,
That the earth is round, round
Like African women,
That the seagulls are white,
That dogs are crazy,
They bark at poets, writers,

I can’t stop thinking,
That the sun is a guitar
Who plays in the summer, in...

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God’s body has got the best throne
God’s body can freely move around 
Inside God’s glow
God has got a chair of artificial glow
Skies are also artificial glows of God
But it is the biggest
The universe is inside...

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With the end of days upon them
Nears the time of final battle
In the halls of high Valhalla
Asgard senses its death rattle

In the forest crows the rooster 
In the sky the sun does darken
In the cave...

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Blood and now…
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

Blood and now…

Bite the bullet
taste the sweet blood near
near here flowing from the heart
free as life blood can be
free to give...

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Let Haiti be absolutely free
Haiti is the father of Freedom and Liberty
Haiti is the first nation to forever ban or abolish slavery
And the slave trade in the western hemisphere
And in the world
The first to practice...

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I’m getting older - this fact I cannot deny
Not quite ready for the scrap heap or to give up life and die
My body isn’t quite the same; my boobies have gone south
But I keep on...

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This is a true story- no names have been changed to protect the idiot........

Nb- * - a car bonnet is a hood in the United states.
      ** - censored.

On my...

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>'Oh no.'  Then she said to me.
'I see the problem.  Don't worry Stanley.'
Soon as she left, the pain, hurt so.
Will she return?  She will I know.

That she came with others too.
All seem...

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Season of dream haze and arctic signpost.
Chill and chap brood whose scattered offspring plummet thermal values as welcome mat for “whiskered” chimney guest awash with bounty.
Thief of sun filled days without a twinge but that...

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Battle of Arras April – May 1917
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

I was not there.  I have to say.
I was not born.  I meant to say.
Had...

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God has written down in brief
Our endless life story 
That is being played 
On the seven-storied stage of sky! 
.
At the same time it’s also true: 
We are the architects 
Of our own future
Cause we...

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3.28 parsec out
We’re making an impromptu flight change
Windstar is gonna have to make 
				a low-grav burn and turn
towards the Big Rocky asteroid belt border
It’s a risky nav maneuver for sure,
but every space outlaw has faced...

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Panic in the supermarkets!
By the new mad author
Stanley Russell Harris

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me.
In the supermarkets do panic I see?
I wonder why, as yesterday.
I was in one food shopping I say.

Not to me....

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Still, and again
“Ogongo” crept into my mouth
As I behold the two nocturnal creatures

We have waited endlessly
No longer in my Aunt’s place,
But we became unsolicited watchmen
At the streets gate entrance
It was an ungodly hour 
Darkness had...

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All round the ring of Kerry’s highways, people point and cry
It’s 4 o’clock on the very dot and Mick’s rig is passing by,
It has glistening sheens of yellow, with cinnabar spots in red
Rich lozenges of...

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MARANAO HISTORICal POEM
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~ Linimpang a Pilimpinas |
I
Pilimpinas go(w)Ane
ko masá o Mericano
na ini zámaiya iran
na othángen so kadatu
a minindatu ko Moro(d)
ko lupa a Minsupala
Na paka Thâgombasayen
so kadatu ko Sulot(a)n
go so kalipa datu ...
I
Pilimpinas miyareg
na somiyorong sa...

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