Long Ornately Poems

Warriors in us, 
                      When time comes, we fight our fiercest battle
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VII.

An involuntary shudder as I watch her 
Spread                           ...

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How many?
how many lives;
how many have fallen 
beneath 
your magical spell? 

If it may be so, 
let each star be named 
You.
 
For your beauty transpires 
our words 
into all shine and sheen cast out
from...

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Commodities calmly caressing. Calling carrots. Calling capers. Calamity is not an injested window wiper nor a window sill so dare to jump off a pinnacle to declare justice. Arachnid akmed. Duty done. Swerved to serve....

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[Continued from Part Two]


The elder took no notice of risking life and limb.
Hither, thither ran the children, glancing up at him,
while indulging mindlessly in each impulsive whim,
with no apprehension of the future looking grim.
Their chances...

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RAIN

There is something ornately comforting in a downpour of a day’s healthy rain
So replenishing, so cleansing, so renewing, as so the giver to feed life’s grain

As standing undercover feeling the smaller flecks of the rain...

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Oh wow. Oh great. Look over there. Quickly now. Come on. It is the mitigating migrating mammoth mansions. Brick by brick and bone by bone. In a line. Travelling. Traversing the plains, fields and mountains...

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Warriors in us, 
When time comes, we fight our fiercest battle. 

A dainty lass, cocooned by mother’s care,  
and father’s protective arms, 
grew up gleeful and merry, humming melodies and frolicking carefree
in the lap of bountiful nature, 
Nobody...

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Cathedrals in tea cups. Jingle jangle playtime then. Golden slippers on a carpet of custard. Slip slide. Drip. No droop. Flavoured water is never fake. Obviously. And count the jellied eels in a bath of...

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‘I didn’t sleep well last night’ is all you say, as if you sleep well every other night, as if you don’t have more important things to do, heavier burdens to carry. Rivers running through...

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In the recollections of my journey thus far, the tattered pages of my life flutter
in my mind.  Like snapshots of times and places in black and white and color.
Haunting faces and glimpses of places....

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He stands behind a wheel thick as a mans wrist, ornately spoked and polished, its diameter 
half his height; which he fondly strokes as he gazes upon a horizon, red, as in anger, yet, 
knows...

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she got on about three stops after I did 
I was sure she was conversant in ballet 
by the way she danced up the steps 
and delicately deposited her passage 
into the device next to...

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A portly partridge, a kale coloured koala and a lecherous lion were climbing up a snow covered precipice in a first gear shake. The beating of the engine spike of deathly chills and the iced...

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Telephones are a useless reflection of communication as forms of forks do not require such modernity to talk. When planning waltzing with 89 peas for a show that has been advertised globally always be mindful...

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I survived scarred but 
unscathed growing up Irish 
catholic. 
Mind numbing Masses  sung in 
Latin 
Ostentatious Corpus Christy 
processions through local 
streets
Ornately dressed priests
Eyes to the skies, garbage 
underfoot
Fair game for taunting 
classmates armed with cutting 
quips 
abstinence during Lent
weekly...

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I stood,
At the edge of the abyss
And stared deep into its void
Letting its gloomy silence
Fill up the empty shell
That had become my heart!

I stood,
Tilting my will,
Like a mad pendulum,
Hesitating between choosing to jump in its...

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I first met her on a holiday at Shuklaphanta Wildlife Reserve. 
Love strikes me like lightning when I saw her, 
so powerful and intense it can’t be denied. 
It turns me inside out, 
and there...

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Satan, I don’t like your hating.

Satan, I don’t want any part of you.

No fractions, none of your distractions,

I want to live the life that’s true.

This life guarantees the ultimate satisfaction.

Satan, I don’t want to have...

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Bilocating bison on a leopard printed dash to save the whale. When money is organic and organs play. Sunbathing on a nightshift is never that clever in a see through nightgown. Plus the sheer fact...

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A wagon wheel in a sunset is never content with wearing a dress for it is quite partial to jumpers when it is eighty-three degrees Celsius. Excommunicated meal worms in favourite displays of rancid carious...

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I want to be a poet to write those words which rhyme
But it seems I'm having trouble with tempo, tense and time
How do the poets do it rhyme words so undisputed
They neatly find the perfect...

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I pull down from the shelf
The beautiful box of treasures
Ornately carved
Warm, yet well worn 
To the gentle touch of my fingers

There is no rush
As I sit in this cosy spot
The sunlight of memory
Like a shaft...

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Seductively she says  ~  there’s a place I know
Unspoiled by misery of dreaded human woe
Where perfumed winds of amour gently blow
As embers of doting night in moonlight glow
When blossoms of romance fantasies unfold
Titillating...

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Ten moody irate serpents and twenty-five screaming eels could never climb into an eighteenth century bath. It is quite ornately decorated and taps can be eroded. So store parcels in ceiling beams then said a...

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