Long Nettle Poems

[This poem 'No God Of  Mine' was seemingly confounding readers as
to its meaning. Ordinarily, if I felt a poem wasn't  cutting it, I'd delete
it, but on this occasion, I've been asked to explain it... so here goes.]


By...

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With these lines I’ll relate an intriguing tale of dubious accuracy
For I Hope to unveil sordid affairs of more than one conspiracy!
Be warned, that though you might be disturbed by the facts I relate?
They are...

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Cement, sand and gravel, blood, body and soul
Eternity bred from hell's darkest hole
Combine gruesome aggregates, hydrate the mix
Mould them and dry them, then stack up the bricks.

Thought in advance and precision laboured
Set automatic, eternity savoured
No...

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Her hair was red, frizz with frost
Crisped, solidity, warmth was lost

Porcelain skin, eyes of deep blue
Hair falling in wisps, reminds you of someone, 
you likely once knew

how her voice danced, twirled dangerously in a box
of...

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An ambitious druid set out to recover an omnipotent ancient fluid

She was a kind witch with a wee twitch about to discover a glitch

Laboured with great force to go back to the Source and in...

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Floriography

Allamanda in April slowly open its trumpets around posts that look like 
Buttercups of honey for bees to dive in to replenish their striped bellies
Crocus's yellow stigmas that flavour our food are a blessing by...

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And then the blunders of the past merged into serenity. Tranquility 
ensued where wild storms had been raging.‘Safe travels’, they whispered 
‘now you’re prepared and able to let go.’ The past became a beacon and...

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Mother was away, plucking hens
So I got my mead, in the special hip flask
Sat by the fence, just by the green
Time slipped along, Ken joined me there

And the day was bottle blue
And the trees were...

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Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while.
Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile
Grim antiphonals serenade.

A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe
 will serenade.
Stringent Death forthwith anoints the mithridate to
Life's cantankerous and rankling ado

Hither now come, anon...

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There once was an alchemist gifted with the mortar and pestle,
Who could combine magic with herbs and wax in a glass vessel.

She used charms and floral elixirs to make enchanted scented candles,
Which melted under flames...

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Those Midnight Infatuations 


 


 


1. 


You're the water  


on the phone Sun 


that I crave. 


To become the 


dopamine blocker  


in my brain. 


 


2. 


I am the minuscule rolled balls ...

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                    The beer gardens of hatred
          ...

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Written: February 07, 2024
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It appears as if 
the world has been 
coated by a wave of 
deceitful dictums,
  where faked...

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Come unto her not with pious words from a pulpit’s herd of unsure-footed sheep.  Rather, come unto her with deeds that her lamb needs, your bloody knee spurs speak to hers.

Come unto her not...

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Agape brain, there is a deep abyss, dull and endless.
But, I'm falling, acquiring whatever may be blessedness.
Conversely, there is only a void, and I am doomed.
Daily life's pull resembles a tornado baiting my wound.
Even though...

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It’s autumn time in America,
the colors are changing ...
(it’s alt right to gasp in whited disbelief)
as poplar majority, quaking Aspen leaves
slowly fall off 
the John Birch branches

Minority bad weather report
says with autumnal census certainty,
that the...

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We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience, 
we must wait for the calm.          ~ by poet


The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm
Until darkness...

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Life ain't no bed of roses
We're not destined to 
drown in a pit of despair
Aguish is unknown until flesh
grazes a blade of barbed brair

A prickle that pricks
A nettle that nicks and
stings my gaping gore
A scab...

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The howling wind causes the unlatched shutter
to bang incessantly against the faded gray wood
The upstairs window, that the shutter shields,
has spider legs of cracked glass
A black widow house, if ever there was such a thing
All...

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She’s a pretty little cottage with a pretty picket fence
She snuggles in the forest where the trees grow tall and dense
A gravelled path runs by her so the mailman can deliver
But nothing gets delivered now,...

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At the sound of the gong you appear
to seek some welcome refreshment,
dear guests to be greeted right here 
with a cuppa is our sincere intent.

There's a flask of filter coffee 
and a pot of tea,...

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Sunday, an overarching day both raw edge conduit and 
coarse grain shelter for that soul in torment,
it’s when psyches plagued by doubt face those  
sudden twists and turns we call bizarre,
thoughts of the macabre...

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I guess I’m more accustomed to the modern sting these days;
the one that comes by e-mail or the phone.
They might hurt the pocket with the modern scamming ways -
but Mother Nature’s stings bite to the...

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A flower shoots up through the gravel in the back yard

Enthused by persuasion of spreading seeds for dear life

Red petals applaud a scented splash of dissident colour

Among yellow clover converging in strides of plentitude

	The poppy...

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“Here lieth baby Rachel
Born 10th Sept 1894 Died 30th Oct 1896”

Marble stone that lays above the head,
white chippings that blanket the body,
flowerless vase that sits naked
crying out for a fragrant moment
if only to perfume its...

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