Long Paling Poems

Oh, this impish ill!
this mystic flock of ever-roaming pain;
You now possess fully
my body and my life.
I am at your full attention and mercy;
Do you not rejoice?
Are you not overwhelmingly triumphant?
This very body that shamed kings...

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Across the Atlantic, 1793-


We cry out cursing to our very gods
Whilst mokala and plotters lead us in lots.
And slaves we have become, slaves we are groomed
And setting in...

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 Part 3

9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing......

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I came out screaming from the womb
No I am not a malcontent, I innocent
Was slapped upon my nakedness. Gloom
Was the first thing I grasp, a dissident
         ...

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you are all a lost generation -- Gertrude Stein ?

I

Once hallowed encephalon 
cavernous cerebral chasms
	now less serene 
		ruptured n' spleen
Subjected to ravenous days?
Days n' illumination?
n' summers hibernation?
Awaiting eschatology and Madonna's divination

In summers somnolent slumbers I...

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Poem by Paren, written with love. 

Hai teman-teman perempuanku. 
Yang lagi terluka, mencoba sembuh dari bekas luka ataupun yg lagi mencoba mencerna hubungan "racun" yang sedang kamu jalanin sekarang, berdalih "Mau nyerah, tapi ini sudah...

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Slipping into Autumn

Next to spring,
  autumn brings so much color, it is almost indescribable
the beauty lies in the sun light
  glimmering in sultry reflections,
the tattered leaves dying give rise to the abundance
 ...

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She walks among you – the Valkyrie
Silent and diminutive, flitting through your lively ranks, 
Parting your shallow throngs of harsh color and raucous mirth
A somnolent angel of death and destruction, gliding 
Sensuous on marble limbs,...

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A late night or early morning post will never be seen, let alone read if ever found

That one ear 

That one ear 
Can't hear how much I've cried
Those two eyes
Can't see how much I've tried
That...

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A pair of eyes glowed in pitch darkness
Like two emeralds set on a black foil
My black cat paced across the doorway
Her tail, curled at her back like a coil

With soft steps, she crossed the aisle
And...

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‘Twas a grey november morning
When I climbed outside my window
To see my breath like dragon’s smoke
Swirl and dance away.
‘Twas bitter cold 
That autumn day,
And sickly sun wore mourning shrouds
Though lazy earth had yet to draw
Her...

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Soft somnolent skies have ceased seething, for day’s nearly through,  
while winds echo whispering thoughts of returning to you
and heavens throb, pulsing and bleeding in crimsons, once blue -
their passions, like flames, fill my...

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Death Nature 

Oh, how I love nature’s death;
As the season takes it rest;
Taking of its last thread of breath
Alas, climate changes jest;

It’s in death nature floral greenery fades away;
In death nature grounds struck at heart...

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 "The earth has music for those who listen."

                          ...

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Is there danger in the glow of the campfire?
In the strangers words not understood in the night?
Watch the drover move the mob before the morning light.
What's the thinking behind the yellow dog’s eyes?

How long is...

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She sits beside me in my place of solace.
Her smile nested near my heart is all I need
to soothe the restless soul behind paling eyes 
of spring. A cloak of friendship or possibly foes
encircle us...

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The grief I carry is so heavy
None can sense the weight I feel in my chest. 
It is crushing me, I feel it in every breath I take,
And in each step, I totteringly make.

From my...

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Insolent and ebullient ,
The thistles and thorns proliferate
In the wake of the roses' spectacular demise -
ruthlessly cut down in its prime   
Eyes misty , yearning for the vivacity of yesteryears
Reminiscence of glory days
Paling...

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the vibration
of the violin
fading to the timbre
of voices
upon the stage

midnight hour
slowly chiming in
as the bartender
pours another drink

her lipstick
slowly kisses the edges
as she sips away
her pain

she sees her lover
in the reflection
of mind 
paling
with every sip

she downs...

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Drained of words. 
The flow has ceased and the imagination is bled dry of originality. 
I'm left flipping through my past 
Scratched in ink across these pages. 

Thoughts long forgotten seemingly infantile, 
Paling in comparison...

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When golden starlight abandons darkened skies
and halcyon silence greets the paling of dawn...
that's when I am able to solemnly contemplate
my awakened sentiments in tranquil solitude.
Before the world awakens as if in a rendezvous,
I linger amidst...

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Effigy formed of inert dust, 
Inhaled the divine pulse, vile vine  
Infused with worth and dignity. 
I'm not! I'm not! Fallen from grace; 
I frown at my rueful bungle.

Sad to strut, my honor swishes...

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Saddens when strength fritters, muscles run to flab with age;
a once smooth surface wrinkles bold etchings of joy and sorrows
while rough landscape seizes the trophy, buries beauty beneath
creases and squinting eyes and drooping girth and...

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Upon the dusty shores I watched 
the calming waves of sea debauched. 
They seem to whisper in my ear 
then motioned me to venture near. 

Now had I known to swim not sink 
I could...

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Eleven titles plucked from the exquisite poetry of Christina Rossetti

For my sweet child, petite Maude Clare,
Before The Paling of The Stars, I grieve
for my infant with head of flaxen curls.
I pray, Lord, save this tiny...

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