Long Overhangs Poems

- 2016 -

- JANUARY -

A freezing cold evening

Where the stars shining bright

With frost blade flanks

From mouth and nose steam

In the clear silence

White untrodden snows

Nature's frozen pulse

Sleep like a little baby

One gracious moon

After the night the...

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They tell us once there was a crow.
Wavering alone in the peril zone 
The feeble is not straight on a clue.
It has been winging since the era of stone.

The crow saw the cost of the...

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Prelude: A BRIDE SET FREE

How romantic, the fall, so far above the pleading waves.
The heights, the depth, to look the deep in eye and weep.
Air space between the lovers’ arc and shallow graves.
The tangible singsong...

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...A warrior shrieked, pitched sideways,
bled when he hit the ground,
the Apache spurred their horses,
looking to flank around.
But John expected such a thig,
he looked right and saw one,
the Indian jerked violently,
bullet through his eardrum.
Just them a...

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Floriography

Allamanda in April slowly open its trumpets around posts that look like 
Buttercups of honey for bees to dive in to replenish their striped bellies
Crocus's yellow stigmas that flavour our food are a blessing by...

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"The forest is a sanctuary where you can grow to be you," ... by the Poet.

The passing of a torch, when Spring was announced, 
was noted in the melting quarter of winter memories, as a...

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I feel caught in this cycle unable to break. 
Caught in a dream unable to awake. 
Stuck in a web of lies my mistake. 
Even though the ice was thin I still chose to skate....

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Pretty poison in the yard. Butterflies
Abound - Horseflies fly into pool. Bees
Buzz! Algae, fish, lady bugs, yard tools.

Grandma's house is pretty. Houdini The
Turtle escapes to visit. Next door, new
Neighbor - Max! Runs with Arthur -...

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“Oh my, the weather out is real nice!” Said the Papa Turkey.
“Hey Mrs. Gobbler get the kids. Lets go for a nice Fall stroll.”
“Line up now. Listen to your Ma.”
The rafter of little poults wobbles...

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SANCTUARY

THE POOL HAS
SURROUNDING GREAT BOULDERS ASSURING AND SECRETIVE,
CUPPING WIDE BUBBLING DEEP BAPTISMAL RUSHES OF AZURE WATER
RELEASES HOT FLASHING PENDANTS IN GLORIOUS JUNGLE REPRIEVE.
THE POOL HAS
MUFFLED SOUNDS FROM NIGHT ANIMALS CALLING GUESTS’ REST RULES,
THE AQUIFER FLOWS...

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ANGELS ARE FOREVER
Curtain overhangs as barriers, or even for a shield,
what occurs before or after or even behind, untold,
it’s always a strange event to one another.
Forget all past to move on for better or even...

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An old photograph sits stuffed in an unlikely corner
of a forgotten book, tucked away in plain sight,
but with none to read it -
none who care to.

The book highlights rules, orders,
guidelines that put the reader to...

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Hurriedly, silently, in purposeful fluid movements
and long, determined strides, he dashed among
the thickets, bending and darting amidst the vines
searching for a perfect little place to stay and hide.

Stealthily and noiselessly he slithered underneath
lush, leafy overhangs...

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Life like from a fish bowl, really!
Way ... encapsulated like above and behind, you know?
All those like gilded dado's of peachy-pink, gnarly puff, sweet aye?
All those awesome totally rad houses of
flannel-gray San Fran's Victorian Ladies,...

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How romantic, the fall, so far above the pleading waves.
The heights, the depth, to look the deep in eye and weep.
Air space between the lovers’ arc and shallow graves.
The tangible singsong of wedding bells and...

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Morning like evening gallows
 casts eerie ominous shadows
 slip sliding deep in the hallows
 in along the walkway shallows.;
Inching in an out
 below the overhangs stout
 with fallen leaves and dopplegangs
 where  bent brittle...

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Saturday Downtown

A sister and brother walking downtown, shops and shows and trolleys; smells of dimestore popcorn, caramel apples, warm nuts, candies, lunch counters, blue plate specials. 

Sheltered beneath the overhangs and awnings, they, sister and...

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It's the weirdest feeling.

 

You know?

 

Being here, in my lonesome room outlined with a soft glow that I'd like to call Salvation.

 

But at the same time,

 

There is another outlining glow.

 

But it's...

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Climbing
 
Deliberately he climbs
twisted thread in hand,
underneath his narrow frame
the warm water breathes warnings 
of free fall arrests,
amongst tentative overhangs
and twisted limbs
he stills himself.
 
Lost in instruction
he climbs until the air thins
and self-confessed
lines of communication...

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The oxide earth vapours, the vernal air trembles
A dirty white sky overhangs in your glasses
Viridian green tints the water, it shambles
The exuberant stems of the lilies and grasses
Like women with oars punt in David Brayne's...

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Life from a fish bowl
encapsulated ..above and  
behind the gilded dado's of peachy pink
and flannel-gray of San Fran's
Victorian Ladies

Life wrapped with the ledges and overhangs
and portcullis , frail, precious, half formed,
half crazed, oft newly...

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