Long Ordinates Poems

Jacobean style commentary from a callous calling card is a hazardous form in patterned growth fallout. When economically developing a cheesecake upon vast factory floors always be alert to the mindsets of machinery as it...

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"Missed" 

if you wanted me
to write about
rainbows and unicorns,
I would have to say
romance was never
on the menu of 
the grinning soul,
in the days
when war came.

lines drawn in sand, see,
grains easily blow away,
to reveal what of...

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"Blue Avians and the Poetic State of Mind 

post apocalypse
the mother 
sought the assistance
of Blue Avians.

when it came to 
eggs stolen from a nest
who better than to 
seek the assistance 

of those ancient
wise creatures.
they had...

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Looking back at our dying earth through windows of hope and despair
It's hard to imagine our planet within hours will be barren and bare

All we take are our memories from a place so rich in...

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This last few years
Had seen fighting so coarse
Having vowed never to fight
Viewing histories remorse
 
The black angels of angst
Went back on their word
The earth for themselves
It's what they preferred
 
No explanation
No discussions met
Their war on...

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That three-dimensional solid so symmetrical, 
Suggests how life could be - understandable, 
With only six faces, all square for equal sides,  
And a formulae to describe what makes us stable.

This staple of stability is...

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Have you ever lost yourself in a mist,
that surrounds so close you can't see your fist,
when everywhere you look there's fog to be found,
a reality where gravity weighs you down.

When every single breath you breathe...

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I am a sailor of my mind...
Up for sale, you will find.
Nights of voyage in my head.
Boarding ships of pink and red,
I bottle down in my unwind.

During the next day of dawning,
I am washed up...

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James has been rowing since he was aged eleven, 
At Peterborough rowing club and at junior events,
But whilst at London Uni a crash sadly broke his back, 
So that now he takes part in disability...

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Mr. Me

Each nation is convention
Of lingvo political unity 
In this configuration
There is no point in me
Politics make tensions
They cannot set the rules
That satisfy their nations 
Except some lucky fools 
I’ve never signed a contract
Which ordinates...

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Hidden treasures in my mind...
Cherished memories with you.
Some are easier to find
Mapped out on a print of blue.
Others are harder to recall
Although they are retained.
Despite this, I still love them all...
Inside my head - contained.
Maps...

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Rubik’s Sphere
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