Long Past glory Poems

THE STARGAZER'S RIDE
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My Seasons of Change 

1. All the world’s a sky of faded virtue, 

2. Though major events have shaped my life,  

3. they are constantly replaced with new memories, most soon to be forgotten....

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The past is ash, you gotta rise like the phoenix, don’t like it call your mama and ask for a Kleenex. The time is long past due to stop thinkin’ and start doin’, start rootin’...

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O Magog,
from the sterile land of Gog,
thou rejoicest over how thy biological idol father
hast devilishly embraced thee

Spiritual mathematics 
offer free radical theorems
of probability analysis

Doth thy Gentile nuclear goggles
allow thee to see
the virtual microbe mushrooming variables
in...

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I can see the past glory, though it is humble now and all the more reverent....


With thoughts of deep ocean bliss,
that comes with fading hope,
I walked along the tide line,
no longer able to cope.

I stared...

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Primitive stirrings tinge my sleep.
Dawn’s grey mist welcomes my awakening coherence.
I traverse ice bound fields of summer’s past glory,
in search of winged game from the north.
I search for tundra dwellers that flee winter’s bleak death.
I...

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I have heard people declaim
That Africa is the dark continent
Plagued by war, sickness and famine
The aridity of such a claim
Has left my people to pine.

Yes, I grant through the years,
Africa has suffered from war, famine,...

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"Blooming"



In the quietening 
of my days
there is a dream 
there he whispers 
cutting tales 
with sharp teeth
in my mind 

in he swims in calm waters
at the end of a long long story 

You are far...

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A poet enters a private sanctuary,
A sacred place where the imagination
Dwells with a mélange of emotions
Conceived by aesthetic beauty,
Often divine and esoteric in nature;
That comprehensive longing to
Express through common language
That which is so vitally uncommon....

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Mother, my hands have never wiped your sleep scarred eyes
Offered you the offering of blood, breast, and unshed tears
Temple of prayers found in you, sanctuary of troubled years
Hands crossless bleeding, caring for the child hope...

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Tommy Atkins was a good boy
grew to be a good man, good soldier,
packed up his troubles in an old kit bag and smiled
as his entrails blew out with aplomb;
he died as the black rain struck...

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Wealth and riches beyond the imagination
This country is a majestic nation.
The most powerful on earth and past glory,
It leads the world in fame and superiority.
Its vast riches are equaled only by its people.
The source of...

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(Voting Republican)

Who’d have thought that our nation would ever go postal,
Past sin perhaps brings our demise?
From our ancestral guilt at the treatment of Indians,
(Enrichment by gun’s artifice)
To enslavement of innocents branded by color?

Misanthropic beginnings forged...

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We live are words and if not were just typing.
Ive come to a crossroads understanding little or nothing of the game 
but knowing my place has been taken.

No longer in demand I sit with the...

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Partys for couples new lovers and just friends.
Music to fill the night the streets of New york 
breath life to old flames keeping even jaded souls warm.

The lonley gather round the TV.
sharing a glimpse at...

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The Town of Sintra, Portugal

A tourist attraction, a lovable town
With its twisting and turning roads and lanes
Gardens where Eucalyptus and fur have grown
A town that past glory maintains

The mountainous terrains like ups and downs of...

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Rusted armour,
Dented and cracked,
Speckled with blood
Yours and others
From past glory days
When gory seemed glory

Sword missing it's point
Broken off in some duel
Vizor no longer lets in
Enough light for you
Your bones are all wounded
Nary a one unblemished

War...

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Not own dream, weak bones and falling fleash.
                   Leaving my younghood to a place of weakness ...

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“DIRECTIONS”




MAPS.


Folded tight
sharp corners,
 
unwrapped. 




“I read maps” the traveller said

She wasn’t convinced, it was obvious
he’d been hauled up for years in his
“Man Shed”

“Yeah, I do, I read maps”, he said

“hmmm, you’re not a risk taker”,...

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Moonlight was the only light to make streaks across
a sky full of suspense which even a thief was afraid of;
and as I dragged you along lamp-lit, narrows streets,
we seemed two ghosts wearing human masks...
but what...

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The first time ever I fell in love
  It was with a people
The people were my people
  Living in a country that was my home

I'd never known who I was
  Why I...

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Wherein do I cast my lot in your ground fallow
To what God do I condemn myself, a follower

Is it in your past, now resurrected
That I plant my emblem, however afflicted

My words flow forth as an...

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Bursting forth of will potential
When cauldron of love overflows
Makes kinetic bliss miracle 
Joyous essence of presence glows 

Space-time screen displays life contrast
Polarities orbit the heart
In hypnotic trance, die is cast
Delusion driving souls apart

Each entity as...

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Old Brass City
with massive gothic chuches,
abandoned rail-roads
and run-down factories...
we still glimpse into that bygone glory
which made your name so famous!

O Waterbury, no Christmas 
can be compared to yours,
when Main Street glitters under the fluffy snow
and...

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Stained glass bits of past glory, shards of rainbows bright,
Once the star of Bethlehem like diamonds in the cobalt sky. 
Oh, how we have fallen, slivers of ourselves are we,
Blood red pieces from His crown...

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