Long Nocturne Poems

Over harvested fields —

I walk beneath the fading afterglow
of a forgotten lantern   a path worn
by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno
its damp salve seeping through my coat
into my bones

Fog an Erebian curtain...

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Spring: Beginning, the practice run, 
      Hello, hallowed ..., Aubade;
Cringe reflections and spare the fun,
     hues, tints, oh yes, and shade,   
  ...

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Siúil a Run (Walk My Love) 
           Celtic Woman 


Walk Beside Me, You’ll Never Walk Alone  
		
Awakening, The Whole of The Moon	
		
Walking the ...

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I preach to others to write and sing,
to soothe the pain that rises like fog over a mountain,
I lend them my ears,
baptizing my tattered sheet of paper in their crystal tears,
their poetry and music whisper...

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I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future;
And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner.

I had learnt to talk with the spirits, and also relate what they were saying,
To...

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As the odyssey in the skiff continued a more sentient being begun to appear,
At times feeling as a eunuch who was unable to change anything,
In zenith of toxicity as miasma on a cold misty morning.
What...

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Patterns of life, how can something come from nothing, how does order result from 
a chaotic beginning,
The genomic helix, encoded so small, building blocks of life a formulae masterfully 
done,
Please explain to this fool how...

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Your walk away into the echoing stillness
Of a crimson autumn sunset
Gently stepping over the leaf-strewn forest floor
As withered leaves under your feet
Bid you soft and gentle adieu.

The wild blossoms by your wayside smile
And lend you...

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Walking along the oceans sand, in the crisp evening air
He happened upon a sand castle built by a child’s, tiny hand
It's delicate, virginal beauty, a short time it would last
Much too soon the waves of...

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A Father Clock chimes from a wall in the dining room, refreshing the idle couple that waited.
It was not as if they were reminded of some pressing appointment or some devoted chores that was delegated.
The...

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Nights of flying  dream world,
who might chase a raucous laugh,
or seek indeed  mirthful excitement,
the sort that has embroidered twists,
as is generally perceived by intention,
but epic hurdles formed in still frame, 
city snores past...

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By Sunset's Gloaming

At this lovely time of day when we put all cares away,
When the clouds display their pink and blue soft colors,
And birds are seen in silhouette as they return to roost,
That is the...

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Marking time in pencil life is not a pair of pants or shirts worn out on elbows 
when the chance comes to dance under the shorter rung of limbo peculiar to the 
nocturne creature...

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In the dream that came 
in the deluge of fever
that plagued my
body last night,

I glimpsed what could be a future version of ourselves.

As if, perhaps, the heat from my brow
could briefly burn the cloudiness 
from...

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Under the endless sky, where the wind whispers ancestral secrets,  
Engines spin, iron butterflies in their primal dance,  
The muted thunder of wheels, an echo of the earth's hearts beating in unison, ...

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// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //

Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms:...

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Oh of Isis love lament
Raging against Ra’s morning light
Where could the time have went
Racing through the desert night

And by the gods of Karnak
We bow to let their power in
And make a solemn promise
To return time...

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Here the Bluejay***

Here!  Here!  …These tall,
Spindly stalks, although sweetly 
JGreen, with their crowns bobbing
In the touches of air…the Cosmos
   Flowers wait…
For their rippling nocturne to begin,
To sound forth the garden dances
…Here
To...

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The Cromlech


Roots do not grow in monolith mono-light mono-life 
the flat stone of wisdom balances on light and darkness

No moon without the sun the stars the little me in Universe
frightened fortunate translucent transparent transitional opaque
in...

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On this winter's night
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Long after the sun has set,
and the moon has been out for sometime,
and it is full,
and a couple stars twinkle
with no remorse,
the sky is dark purple and blue.
The headlights from hotrods shine through my living...

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Lest I halt this pervasive thought that’s wiggling in to perform something indescribably ineffable. As repose in this boudoir, my ossuary exudes a graveolent aura, a baleful lust for the necromantic. Ink on this tapestry...

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You never saw it
But the light...
It was always radiant
In the darkest corridors
In the loneliest corners
Where you'd sit and shiver
I'd bring you a coffee
And wrap you in a blanket
You always illuminated my world
But maybe, just maybe
I...

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Enjoy the silence, the deep of night.
Not true silence for the word itself is illusion.
Still yourself enough to hear.
Listen for the sounds invoked in the darkness.
Quiet yourself from the inside-out
to perceive more.
The insights revealed during...

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Behind our house, below the deck
with its pleasing benches and sylvan view,
the back yard we have descends steeply
to a little stream called Chimacum Creek.

It is September, so the Creek’s waters
are shallow, so shallow that
little music...

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