Long Outruns Poems

THE BUG BITES –AGAIN!

We begin to get restless,
And know that feeling
The one when our heads
Start reeling!
It’s time to visit the Kruger Park,
Although sparse rain, and
The bush will be stark!
Adrenalin starts pumping,
And hearts thumping,
We arrive 4...

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I can't describe how I feel for you - that's true
There are nights when I don't know what to do
This weekend, I was thinking about our love, left behind
I'm grateful to see you tonight in...

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Beyond is Jordan, past the great Red Sea,
a distance cov’ring awesome, frightful years.
Invisible her pathway heading home
while Eve awaits the target of her soul.
Through darksome deserts, wand'ring back again
she learns the whereabouts concerning God.

The Holy...

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Unswallowed lumps of lobster immodest
     Crustacean returns to pincers persimmon 
     Waitress whisk indiscernible clears linen 
     Custom of one equates her eight...

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A mother's hand trembles
     as she brushes a tear from her eyes;
while watching her awkward child
     standing all alone, forgotten.
As others, in their budding self-awareness,
  ...

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‘Old Spice’ and wet grass carry years 
of understanding between us.
What I wear and you gather into you,
become a language neither of us know,
but comprehend in mouse-tracks of deduction.
 
You read grease and engine oil,...

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A percentage of me has to hell been consigned
by the ever raging zionists' war machine.
To each livid soldier, a mandate is assigned
to uproot terror where multitudes are confined.
Torrents of explosives have swept my landscapes clean.
Churches,...

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An alligator always ate addax and antelopes.
Baby bats began bouncing before burping 
Caterpillars climb cable crossings carefully
Dingos don't dine delicately during dinner.
Eager elephants enjoy easily eating eggplants
Funny frogs finally find flipping fun
Granny goat 's girl...

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Its dark, the woods

Jacob sits beside the campfire thinking of all his miseries. A rainbow of thoughts of which one draws attention. "Why". The cackling of fire can still be heard. The thought taunts him.

A...

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we play spin the bottle like children pulling wings off flies
no care full abandon no threat of the truth the next the 
tomorrow the what just the now the moment the this a 
spin spin...

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Silhouettes in Moonlight 

Silhouettes in moonlight hide the hair snow white
living for the moments when love is feeling right
embracing like the dragonflies in heart or wheel in flight
reaching for an elder love that flourishes at...

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DAMSELS IN KUTTANAD

In Kuttanad
The damsels
Never outruns girlhood.

Like lakes,
Stirs in gentle breeze.

In the brook
Perches becomes stars
At their sight.

At the twinkling anklets
Water lilies flushed.

From the untied hair
The blackened shadows flies.
Seeing the ebony bossom
The sky bloomed wide. 

TIME

Time
The...

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Dad blurts out in fright:
"I don't know what to DO!?"

Dad's abandoning God...and I'm striving, 
With all of my effort, but with little doubt, 
I assure dad that he's strong and he could always rely on...

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Oft solitude's a gift I need to seek
   when life becomes a circus of events.
      And oh, how precious are those few unique
hours I can spend alone as...

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Tick Tock Tick Tock
Shall the wind blow on tomorrow's eve,
A lethargy you are not to impede.
We hold it dear; yes, so dear.
Two deer? 
Why think of deer; No, no dear.

Tick Tock Tick Tock
Do we run...

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The Adventures of Bruce the Moose ©               

When Bruce the moose gets on the loose	
Out running across our highways	
He gambles a...

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bank not integrity on a man in penury's bed
for he'd borrow quaking qualities penury lends
if wanky wealth wakes him hither,
rustic rhymes of his attributes is better

give not what you scarcely have
nocturnal nature weeps over hampered...

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Time outruns those who don't sprint 
To keep up. It never turns back
Or bothers to wait for idle souls

Why carry coals to Newcastle?
Time misspent is time gone forever
Easy come and easy go

Time is too busy...

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Tide slurps wet kisses on weed slimed stone jetties
The wind slaps sandy fine grit into salt dried eyelids

And the sun shines on

Gulls scream challenge as clams dig spurtingly deeper
Shells roll and tumble wave dancing on...

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The story goes as dawn unfolds,
Each day with its untold, 
A path to take,
A route to meander.

Gloom outruns dawn, 
Evening hastily spreads its sheet,
Daylight plays the second fiddle,
Morning has a short stay.

War is awakened,
Battles emerge...

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Old Spice’ and wet grass carry years
of understanding between us.

If I break wind, you run to me,
body rapt and heeding,
every hair translating
a smudged paragraph into
volumes of memory.

Rubbernecking my attention
with a fixed gaze,
you are staring at...

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