Long Passageways Poems

Recluse by dint of circumstance

Proud anonymous troglodytes 
forerunners of mine
confronted threats less horrific
than forty fifth commander in chief
of United States of America.

He/him (matted hair, ratty, scrawny, 
and tetchy ugly villain)   
scurried into dark...

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But we of the Three Tribes live undiscovered 
   In the reverberating stillness of the 
 Three Gorges...
And are therefore unknown to the warring mongol;
    His impassioned lusts -- his...

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It was the summer of 2014, I was just about to turn 13, spending June of summer vacation with my Grandmère, in Paris. Tonight, we’re at a fundraising benefit for African relief (it’s always *something*)....

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Cabbage grew ears in a silver basin. How rare! Wow! Exclusive is extremely experienced erotic erogenous errors but tremors can often be counted in the folding, unfolding and refolding of long heavy curtains. A lengthy...

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Haunted...
glowing foot falls on the dusted wooden planks cross the bridge
following them 
I swing around enormous trees 
skirt quickly...trying to catch up

were we holding hands as we walked
...did we hold hands?
I can't recall
but the muster...

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This is a poem about the University city of Cambridge in the UK , although I have only been there a few times , I decided to write a poem about it. Lord Bryon one...

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He/him (ratty, scrawny, 
and tetchy ugly villain)   
scurried into dark recesses of hermitage
averse to cavort, frolic, inure himself
into the duplicitous schemes
capitalized, glorified, popularized

courtesy vanity of Homo sapiens
lest imp of the pervert 
already sacrificed...

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Stillness feels deep here in these halls;
Silent vistas offer relief;
Death brings sure sleep at curtain call;
Cold agendas in grief's sad brief.

Long passageways and rows and rows;
Lonely sailings to unknown shores;
The dead don't say what yonder...

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You are the dusk that masquerades as first light.
In the stillness of descending twilight,
your spellbinder's expectorant 
opens the passageways of the feeble, 
weevles like...

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Fog enters a nature walk without invitation;
Creating a rhythmic step as a new sensation.
The fog creeps slowly along on tiptoes of dew,
Hushed in the after dawn, leaving behind no clue.
It appears out of nowhere like...

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Wibble wibble wobble is a typhoon of trouble in a whirling mist of beautifully arranged but mediocre sand castles. Sand castles are great to live in. They carry the might of the ocean. The deep...

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Passion
Enveloping the evolution of eternity as she radiates dark hues of red and violet, swaying through the hidden passageways of the soul.
She loves to travel, finding enrichment in the beauty of life, gently shaping the...

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My wife and I share a passion for travelling, the world we love to see
We travelled through France and Switzerland and we're now in Italy 
Day one was a trip in a cable car to...

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This possessing force...what is it
Should I remain afraid or bow down to its embrace
What has a forceful grip on the muscles controlling
the direction of my eyes
Would it be written as wrong to study a person's...

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Written: December 30, 2023
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Embrace the oxymoron, if you will.
Shall I fool you with monsoon wrath?
Despite tears of rain, life...

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If you wish we can sit together and talk of ancient wounds
do you know mine
do I know yours

In the stories of our different lives
what purpose would it serve
these life long bruises
that sit and fester in...

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We arrived like windblown dirt,
the steamer vomited us out
then wallowed into a smug stillness.

We migrants stood 
to be led somewhere, anywhere
slowly we disembarked, disorganized 
and straggling,
lingering on the dock for leadership,
for welcoming hands,
we were examined,...

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Slow Dancing the Past
            by Odin Roark

Shadows of yesterday frozen
Even as high noon’s blazing heat
Seems never to pass

Fixed sturdy upon Nature’s ties
Once shiny rails
Hard...

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Look around you!
See, the now is everwhere
as spirits fly from flesh
bent over drafting tables,
sharing vision with the last
of Wright's apprentices.  
What messages will flow
across the global plain?
What secret sinews celebrate
their isolation from millenia
of boxes...

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IF I COULD TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME....

If I could turn back the hands of time,
To sight of green grass and colourful flowers nod together,
In warm, quiet and friendly whisper in the midday breeze,
The...

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The black clad arm scaled the old concrete wall,
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Sinister passageways to my heart
I've loved you ever since the very start
From your fluffy brown hair
To your seducing baby blue eyes
From your familiar touch against my thighs

From your daring stare and beautiful form
To my world...

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streets
   passageways
   gutters 
   shutters
   roofs
squares
   polished pipes
reveal
     a masquerade of smells
of rooms
that dress
&
cling to memory

silhouettes
   provide a screen
for
hips&thighs
...

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Fancy a trip down memory lane somewhere
Through the corridors of time and space that steer
Fond passageways to remember our affair...

Here we go now, you and I, my lover dear:
Waltz hand in hand under the evening...

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