Long Peepholes Poems

Saturday Night Smoke

It is Saturday night, and I have to put up a  terrible fight, 
It is Saturday night, and the people are walking around with much delight, the days are creeping up slowly...

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Winds of change 
are fanning the flames 
are fanned by the deranged. 
The flames of misdirection, 
the winds giving chase 
(orchestrated by instruments to enrage. 
Horned cheering section.) 
Drones of the BlackRock, riders in holdings...

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Yet again the door is being knocked
For ages it’s been closed

Who's there? 
The Sun looks down
The Breeze Halts!
Tulips raise their heads in delight.. 
But the Cascade continue to flow__ like an indifferent Bee

Knock___ knock___ Knock!...

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Night Run

Every night or so I go out for a run along the roads
I don't know why it appeals to me
There's the wind
Constantly caressing my scalp
And the silence of course
No distractions
Okay, so I DO know...

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The thin black gauze does not obscure the eyes
Staring at me, one eye closed, one eye open; devoted
Grey metal pipes, exacting in their common goal,
Soon to erupt in justice, to carry out a sentence passed.

The...

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Dead glass pipes reproduced singing drops to pitter patter amid flesh. 
Flesh stretching between two flinching to open lids. 
Pale blue lips creasing blisters that welcomed warm breath. 
Dilation of hazel nut marbles caught the...

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the door is being knocked,
For ages, it has remained closed
Who is there?

The Sun looks
The Breeze Halts
Tulips raise their heads in delight
But the Cascade still flows on
Humming like an indifferent Bee

Knock - knock - knock
How persistent...

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Suburbia sprawls around the front porch.
        Shy deer peep out of front windows
then whisk out of sight.
The groundhog is delivering news of the day,
he thumps his paws, morse...

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As peepholes windows rattled on over pot holes,
 In the inner sanctum, dim-light show darkly,
 As prolific pickpockets glimpsed full fat purses;
 With stealthy filty paws to fiddle and fondle inside hot
 pies
 Where hustling...

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Hold it all in like the deepest breath I ever took but still drowning.                   Taunts no different...

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Hanging is too good for them, 
Should cut their danglies off.
Use a rusty jigsaw blade,
They’d be afraid to cough.
Our great Judicial system, 
with infinite foresight,
Ignores these sound suggestions,
That you and I think right.
For Judges and...

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Hallow walls mutter the sounds apart,
The whitewash mask of a time once lost,
One side the current rushing in quite sure,
Other alone the tide that broke away,
Look through peepholes and slivers of light,
Cold air in but...

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Locked into lies...the deception it drains
gripping like iron are these chosen chains
lips spewing lust stay etched in my brain
love gets lost on hexed highways
I'm a prisoner of pleasure that turns into pain
bleeding my soul are...

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Yet again the door is being knocked
For ages it’s been closed
Who is there?
The Sun looks down
Breeze Halts!
Tulips raise their heads
But the Cascade___still singing like an indifferent Bee

Knock___ knock___ Knock! 
How persistent the knocking is!!
But who...

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Do Not Open the Door-                              
Merely...

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prophets wear hand-painted signs and sit in the back of buses 
advertising paradise some wear gold rings on fingers 
and count money the dream returns mother nature shows me 
that her kiss thrusting trust is...

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the lake is withering. look at this earth. midnight is as the last day of a carnival. dressed in sad birth and sad death, children play with the pointed toad. falling from the flash flood...

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I find that if I cut a lens-size whole
in a cardboard box then place that box
over my head the stars
arrange themselves
into, not the named constellations,
but ordinary oddments once lost then found
and eventually junked.

I find that...

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Many are knocking on Gods hidden door
trying to escape brimstone floors
Some views are narrower than peepholes
while others see through open windows
Lifes a beach with many sandy shores
that go deeper than any ocean floor
My advice is...

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TOLKIEN’S ROSE PETALS

Battle of Somme:
blood mixed with dirt,
          forms
a corpulent pool,
       bones
and flesh on the banks.

    ...

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Big white room,
empty and hollow,
here's your dose of reality,
take it and swallow,
no peepholes, no windows,
not even a door,
no I'm alone here,
regrets littering the floor,
pictures of moments,
that wouldn't last,
constant reminders,
of my conflicted past,
choices I made,
for reasons...

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Hearts beating on a lonely drum
while birds capture the essence on their wings - 
soaring to new heights
new beginnings
an era of dawn.
 
Pulses playing an alternative beat
harmonies reflecting in the shards of our souls -...

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