Long Paged Poems

 
Lux Vitae Love Stories of The Fey:

“In the Clouds”



“What are you looking at Mum?”
“They come in the clouds you know”, she said to her daughter
“Every night, the same time, the numbers seem to grow,...

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"Through the Vicious Eyes of Love"



All is fair 
in love and war

or so they say;

why so 
as saints,
mothers 
go through
the course of whore 
to feel torn in two
journeying
through gates 
that open 
unleashed pain -

then, at...

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The moving finger writes and having writ
moves on. And that's the bitter core of it.

So did you scheme to mold we are so base,
like you're disgusted in the human race?

And was it the mirror that...

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Should my city have been treated like a hotel?
should someone have checked for the vacancy or no vacancy
before we let a bunch of rich people move in
to jack up our rental rates before Christmas
and send...

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*Image of January 14, 2023, by WinCal.

An Existential Curiosity

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Ambitious existent presence to yield,
Hostage that's well endured of a pre-life,
Handcuffed fallible praying to be healed,
Labyrinth attributes drudgery strife.

Redeeming shrilling lob gratis to air,
Longings bounded dreamt outpours...

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          O, elusive muse, mysterious and profound bruise,
you bewitch my soul, never to be found in the way of former use.
In your...

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Stacks of Aloneness
                            by Odin Roark

He wandered here...

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Blank page syndrome
feels like full page longing
to be done with some work project
that will not slowly grow worthy 
of my time
and certainly no captivated reader.

I feel victimized,
tortured, actually,
by blank page syndrome

Where I want to feel...

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What will happen when I'm gone?
will the world remember me?
will the people notice
the absence? When the 
professor calls roll, and
makes those tic-marks 
of authority, my name
will not feel its painful 
slice, will it be
noticed, will...

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         She is a masterpiece of wild contradiction, 
fuse blown by a wick, of litmus tongue in your senses-
her moods shifting chameleonic shades everything at once
in candle...

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Whoops! Yours truly almost ditched the missus...

Who nearly knocked me upside noggin
property of self anointed Unitarian sheikh
yea... of course by accident, 
nor lame excuse accepted
playing spontaneous hide-and-seek
game, and not exactly romantic technique

to allow, enable and...

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Some days, I look within the book of myself onto the pages I have filled, and sigh. The folds of light and dark portray scenes, some simple, and others horrific. I sit still now. I...

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I am an elementary school counselor.
Everyone else shuns the sixth graders, they are my pals.
They are the ones I know the best, we have the same humor.
We laugh at the same raunchy jokes,
Although some I...

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This sorrow is hollow in truth I am borrowed
Dont ever recall me with witness I'll follow
With constance I'll call out, the heavens in echoes
Oh save me I'm falling the broken shall honour
Their master dont bother...

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The thunder rolls,
and the lightning strikes.
Will my life end tonight?

The rain falls, 
and my blood drips.
I'm getting that feeling again,
that lightheaded feeling.

My eyes close,
and my heart stops.
My body gives-way
and I drop.

The movie plays,
in black-and-white.
My face...

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The poets mad his ramparts stormed his mind has twisted his head has turned,
bridges smashed the battle lost and his note books we have burned.

Padded white walls screwed down stalls, no place to run so...

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Mnid playrugond a laynbirth mzaing plzuze.
Intricately woven words amaze with nuzzle.
Nurturing emotions, they ascend,
Delicate meanings, they transcend.

Piercing through the depths of the soul.
Liberating thoughts from their hidden role.
Awakening dormant expressions with grace.
Yielding to the poet's...

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and all the words congregated somber,
passing observations and glasses around,
and smoked 'em if they had 'em,
and looked woefully at the ground

mentioned how he was so good to them
that he never played any, for favorites
always a...

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Disguised as an individual


Disguised as an individual 
raised like a rebel lost in trouble
similar to Cain and able to science and recreating
maintaining and anticipating
anticipating and waiting
recreate what you believe
retrieve and receive
rave the patters
schooled with show...

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The challenge was to write and write
Then write and write and write ,  all right !
So I wrote and wrote and wrote , as planned .
It was , oh so quick ; it was...

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certainly one could sit down & 
attempt to come up with 76 reasons for
breivik’s killing spree this past friday,     
one for each person he murdered---

however, 
after reading his 1000+ paged manifesto...

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The Wenatchee River Festival
Held the third weekend of June
The four of us attended
To hear a Bluegrass tune

Friday the seventeenth,
This year’s opening day 
The day I turned seventy five 
A time to celebrate and play

I have...

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Yore was bounty birth ''f inky ire;
moistened malady, dribbles dire.
''f callous cedars 'n' sane Sequoia;
one t' th' other blitzkrieg, bis loyal.

Torn tidings ñ wanky wind's wings rode;
porous passion 'n forgery's robe.
Ergo sought felon flame worn...

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As an ambulance medic on call,
I’m paged to a school bus accident.
And I rush out to the location,
personal emotions set aside.

I found a scene of bloody carnage,
small bodies, terribly disfigured.
And I approached a badly burnt...

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THE GOLD RUSH IS COMING.
ARE YOU ABOARD THE TRAIN?
IF YOU ARE THE LAST MY FRIEND,
YOU WILL FEEL THE PAIN.

THE GOLD RUSH IS COMING.
IT WILL BE HERE SOON.
I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO SEE YOU 
WORK...

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