Long Neap Poems

Oh The Potter's-Rage, two-tone frogs frilly, innocent just-Like; them two-
Faced little-Chuckling Babies, chirping-Sparrows. "Finding-out" they're some-what 
Arbor though I can-see-now they still-can sing Just a bit-yes quite-a-good ways-a-
whale about-yeah bellowing up-far-a-ways-out-there-stoked-up-just under-right out 
along-a-part them;...

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"Oh The Potter's-Rage" two-tone Frogs--frilly, innocent just Like-them two
Faced; Chuckling little-Babies, chirping-Sparrows. "Finding-they'resome what--Arbor; though I can-see-now they still-can sing Just a bit-yes quite-a-good ways-a-whale about-yeah bellowing up-far-a-ways-out-there-stoked-up-just under-right out along-a-part them; like them there...

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the stars weep ...
but not for heaven
they weep for vacant eyes
and hearts of parched desire
with tears untold ...
and uncounted

for where is the hunger -
the yearning for substance
that sets tongues afire?
where are souls that ache for
a...

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To Eamon 

I followed you down that long straight road
Stretched through plain under sky
You with your boy and your bicycle
Me, with Despair in my stare and my sigh.
And we came to the Dante-esque crossroads
And watched...

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Ill-fated crowds neath unchained clouds: the Silent City braved
against a sudden flashing flood, unleashing lashing waves,
which stripped its stony structures, blown with neutron bursts that laved.

Its barren streets, although effete, resound of yesterday
with chit-chat words...

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Nature’s Single Dad’s
THE LEAFY SEA DRAGON

Gracefully swaying without need for speed 
Are creatures of beauty, disguised as seaweed.
Up to twelve inches long from tail to snout
These delicate creatures just drift about.

They carry, as they move...

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Just yesterday this patriarch
sat on the beach to watch the larks,
parents and grandkids digging sand
a warm sun, stranger in the land.

No breeze to sap the gentle heat,
the sea far off with the tides neap
absorbing there...

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Oh, thou “Lesser Light,” created by the Master’s voice on the fourth day of creation to provide light at night.
Your greater companion, the sun, marks the boundaries of a day, you determine month’s beginning and...

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At This Wake, None Keep Vigil…*

Time longer than rope, chokes hearts
dangling in the reality of struggle;
refuted victories mimic life
of children without mothers; widows veil
their grief, wailing in excruciating silence.

Fragments of men, void of hope,
count their...

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I met two aliens once. They were poets
like me, I mean, a poet and a poetess.
Their language sounded like music, though its
gender distinction wasn't hard to notice.

She’s from the Venus, he is from the Mars.
They...

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Kind of Blue…

Slinking into a still hue of blues 
Haunting trumpets dart in and out
Like taxi horns in freeloading traffic
And cling like silk onto full figured rifs 
When winsome modal notes wear sleek cobalt 
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O' my Candied fruit of patience, why your face glimmer
                     Beneath my eyelids, flares of...

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The young Kumar’s wife dancing bright,
Offering to all exciting pleasant sight.
Making her waist into the vivacious folds,
Throwing the eye glances to the folks.
Her neap tide vest and spring tide bosom,
Unruly, swelling, her case cannot fathom.
Clicking...

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Memories 

White mist on a mountain, 
grey mist on the sea. 
Vapours of the time-mist 
are the men I long to see. 
Just the knowing of them 
made a better man of me. 

Spring is...

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Now, life has almost passed us by,
and peaceful resignation reigns;
the beach, a spawning ground of old,
shrieks mournfully in sea gull tones.

The neap tide’s come to lull the shore;
crab moltings own the water’s edge.
Forewarned, am I,...

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Sand on the strand is washed 
by the ebb, with surf's surges
grinding each grain. I attend
to rock and shell, crushed into 
             ...

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I thought that there were no good  rhymes for ebb
And so I could no sonnet write today.
But  then I thought of Adam’s stolen rib,
And how the Lord enjoys a  little play.

I thought...

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In the bosom of chaste moonlit night
Of summer, I seek-
A loaf of breeze- unruffled and bright.
Hung are my soaked thoughts
In the drapes of your orchard,
For, a gale my sense rearing
That from distant horizon is coming.
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All by me scurvy seafarin’ self
Me pouch be empty;  nicked o' pelf
th' curvy wench tha' warmed me berth
lef' nary one ol' farrrthing's worth

On cap'n's orders bin swabbin' decks
seekin' sawder, spit-lickin' specks
afore ebb-tide 'til high...

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Shafts of light caress the silver hinges
in my doorway, weaving shiny webs
around its oak  encrusted entrance.
Open razzle-dazzle in full spectrum
to a morning that has overslept.
As rainbows flash across my sun-starved eyes,
it dawns on me...

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Observing the Moon in Daylight
David J Walker

Is it stealing a bit of the spotlight or
Borrowing stray sun rays in the afternoon
The 4th quarter moon quietly treks a 
Girandole path across the 3 pm western horizon

Devoid...

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