Long Pillory Poems

“Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep”

Following the Babel paths,
where footprints progress
like rough-hewn braille,
temptation shows itself well deep
to be turned and touched,
substantially labyrinth

The Open 
is lead  
further in, and...

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Come join the unraveling circus
quite soon to be passing our way,
with the clowns in a clamor to twerk us -
line up as they lead us astray!

Arriving, the elephant trumpets
agendas of aberrant acts
while the donkeys drool,...

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Torn and Tattered Wings

It’s not easy to have seen
All the darkness inside you
Places I have been
Sorrow and degrading
Thrusting their blades epithetize 
Hard into your heart

I look in your eyes
See the padded cells of your tears
Their...

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I see so many wrapped up in rage,
it consumes them all despite their age,
anger not caused by crimes they’ve suffered,
but by ideas that some have proffered,
brought about by those malicious lies
that a person must ‘identify,’
then...

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The (former) Double Life Of Matthew Scott Harris

Dove finch he following iniquitous
     licentious, lecherous longing
     extinguished quite
some years ago,
     when eldest daughter
 ...

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Intact I am math, 

but in a blast I run fast-

somewhere above the tree line
I am seen as fine, 

but inside I am tried.


The weather doesn't help locate a song,
so I hop on a motorcycle...

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A pawn for a pawn, a crown to crown,
whom is Master of this Lodge in town,
this I enquire while preparing the pyre for you to retire,
my meddlesome mobility unabated, indicative of a congenital nobility,
configured to...

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There it is displayed for all that are in the wrong, bowing their heads in shame because they know one day there time will come
That there they will be lying with their head on display,...

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There's a well traveled "Broken Heart Lane"
On the outskirts of my hometown
People come from miles around
Sharing misery from love in vain

A honkytonk where sad songs flow
Underneath a flashing neon sign
Where libations and music combine
To be...

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Blue velvet caged
Behind rusty bars.
Soul within chars.
Fervent flames raged.

Mighty door creaked
Black-veiled phantoms
Chanting the anthems
Thus the dusts freaked.

All the phantoms read
The holy pages.
The pious sages
For repentance plead.

Life’s last drops
Time’s burning tears.
Soaked deep in fears,
Crushed by crops,

The...

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Let me begin the
amorous tale of my
love story,
In seven of ages a
heartrending
pillory,

With maximum make
believe of childhood
love,
Cycling after her
with no worry,

To the taste of
truffles and muffin,
Felt her each wave
sweet to savory,

On slide following
her with peeping
eyes,
Seeking a...

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et me begin the amorous tale of my love 
story,
In seven of ages a heartrending pillory,

With maximum make believe of childhood 
love,
Cycling after her with no worry,

To the taste of truffles and muffin,
Felt her each...

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The staticky-stars climax under intense blanket of Winter glow.
Your spouse can’t see your spirited green eyes that burn slow.

The friction of campfire sticks, the satiny slipperiness of moon.
Flames of blue, orange and red won’t be...

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Threshold



Weary of being yanked and slapped 
From pillar to post
From pillory between judgement
Dragged between moral and conceit

How the bated bear on its chain
Dances

Tossed piggy in the middle
Games for some higher power
Just so they can enjoy...

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He was raised by his stepfather 
Who he loved so much
This man treated his mum like a queen and never raised his hands against her
He was a role model, of how he wanted to be...

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With a lot in life tampered,
With as much in it hampered;
For it there’s a recorder,
For in life, here, there’s order
2023
And it seems folks would be free,
I mean: crazily so free 
As to  attack a...

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White flag is the biggest worry
Of combat-ready soldiers already in a moving lorry:
Of communities with vampires thirst for blood
Wishing to with the dead cemeteries flood...

Of militants who denied the chance for murder
For themselves feel mortally...

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We know despite regrets
that under bricks of stones
beneath the sea of red
(there) the daughters and the sons
have put theirs heads
for meaning of an forsaken strophes

We know the depth
of tangled words
from toes to head
we’ll flow an...

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What was up with all that mix with the keys?

The weed?

The transfer of seed?

Undone,
not unlike me,

I come into a tree-
and randomly free myself of my street,

I come up on a beat, 
and leak out my...

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Your Muse was Poland,
indelible stigma of time –
the altar of Heaven, thoughts of people
and desires contained in them.

Relaxing melody,
affects, ennobles thoughts.
Frederic, your music –
pulsates of Poland’s heart.

In your music, Poland’s history is short:
There is her...

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