Long Omnibus Poems

Back Door Side Door Front Door : Which door might a Confucian take
 
..................for René ETIEMBLE (Jan. 26, 1909 – Jan. 7, 2002)*

In homage - dedicated to the Chair Professor of Comparative Literature
.................at the prestigious...

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London

The tour of London begins
 In the streets of my mind,
  Through past and present
   Intrinsically entwined,
    Through people and places
     It's heart we will...

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the cause of spreading over of the fragrance
from our secret myrobalan to every side of the pillows
is not only such that in the morning 
an empty ink-pot says to the rain-water 
you are beautiful 

it...

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Part I 

my flesh is filled and fraught with foul disease; 
offensive is my life to mine own eyes 
that see me sail life's clear and cloudy seas 
where faith fills up or empties out...

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One from the 1850s,
I bought it from a Scotsman thrifty,
on the windswept Isle of Skye,
its browning cover caught my eye,
old paper that’s weathered to tan,
each leaf thick and dry in my hands,
an imperious title-page,
and the...

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my flesh is filled and fraught with foul disease; 
offensive is my life to mine own eyes 
who sees me sail life's clear and cloudy seas 
where faith fills up or empties out our lies....

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in this unexplained feeling of drudgery there is a discontent.
omnibus clouds of insecurity circles around;
It's much like vultures waiting to consume the dead remains.
the chill in the bones restricts the breathing;
And each exhale leaves one...

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"What does light have to do with darkness!?...."
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Like mixing champagne miscreants

Within a simile laced frosted glass

Of crystalline stones mingling these

Crowned guises....

Fatidities of peremptory phantasms

Oracular silhouettes of the predisposed?!

Rising in unison unto a collective toast

Toward deceptives...

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Tethered to the omnibus,  
weathering storms ~
lean into it, hang on,  
become the wisp.  

As perception shapes and shifts,  
our eyes sting,  
blind spots get filled in;  
create echo...

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"cor meum"

Within the end of "IT" all
no matter gender, cause, colour, creed,
place in life, entitled or without title,
healthy or diseased, or
the choice of who we are,
who we lay in life with and 
Love – ...

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Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy and long.With fires to light,floors to scrub,and carpets to brush...

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Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy and long.With fires to light,floors to scrub,and carpets to brush...

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Amuck in this life, she fights and bumbles
Onward and forward she kicks and stumbles
Easily, angrily, quickly she grumbles
While in the distance dark thunder rumbles.
At last she falters, listens, then mumbles
“Good God!” and into oblivion tumbles.










“Soul’s...

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CELTIC DREAM
This land, as old as emerald's green
so delicate, a jewel serene
was hers and mine, a world at rest
from life that played out not at best,
seclusion from, "What do you mean?"

All things were understood in...

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(for Gahan Wilson)

Mushroom stew, mushroom stew
Nothing more or less will do
Needs no spice, no barley rice,
Laced with wine would not be nice.

Every morning, noon and night
Mushroom buttons grace my plate
With my fork and spoon and...

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You were sharp|ning grass
With your eyes | sit & fixed
Again | a substitute for mow|n
Machine chug|ging along lug
Nuts, molar friction | u - r - n .
Lawn stretches of up|beat
Beach | was there even wind?
Filet...

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Matris Dei caeli et terrae
Quam dulce, quam sancte, quam pulchra es
In quo mihi quotidie cupit
Veni ad me saties gratiarum
Illud etiam nunc in omnibus!


Solium tuum perstat in caelo
Nemo potest vincere.
Tempore evertens tua potentia est
Quisque subsunt sua.
Radix...

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The summers end was near
We smoked in the dockyard
And talked of the foe
Which even now came closer

They began to arrive
Bus loads of them
Black hearts in black shirts
But we were ready

They marched and we charged
They ran...

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Flower of lotus
    Soft neath cumulus
        Peaceful vision thus
Within radius
    Hear the angelus
        Wish of...

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