Long Pitchfork Poems

Mark Hurlin Shelton is a Poet from Cape Town South Africa, born in October 1967. He was raised by his grandparents in Three Anchor Bay, near Sea Point, where he attended his first schools: Ellerton...

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They say your not beautiful;
but you are, you are;
Because you were made by created by God. . .
They say your ugly, and you just don't
You don't, you don't fit it won't fit in
The images of...

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Dragon wants in the movies. Honestly! He's a great actor! Just look at him!
Doesn’t he look so sweet and innocent... See! Told you he’s a great actor!
No one in the whole wide world has a...

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The sign actually said ‘Universal Disposal’ but the haggard squalid creature 

Had no time for such ephemeral discourse he could just about spell his name

Kanja meaning water born and his parents had hoped he would...

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Three Ice-Dragons of Zaath, are faring South,
They strip the landscape barren of all Love.
Each holds a lifeless Champion in its mouth,
Each imitates the wolf, and mocks the Dove…

Beware their icy maws, their shepherds’ clothing,
For they...

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Oh my darling, a white picket fence,
Oh my darling, a polite cricket wench,
In my face, you can't see, my soul.

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, my pride has gone.
It's been replaced, it's been replaced by...

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II.
It was several days before trouble came,
the quiet seemed at odds with all the news,
the papers told of a nation enraged,
with loud cries for the Sioux to meet their doom.

Myron was out feeding hay to...

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You’ve met me,
but you just don’t know it yet
The dream house that you want,
I once polar bear hibernated there ...
two winter moons ago

The summer fruit of relaxation
that you’re tasting now,
I planted it 
two prior vineyard...

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self proclaimed er calculating polymath
no win tent to kindle, 
  or spark hay8 full ire rate wrath

juiced whiling away 
  the early evening hour hath
horror hived this february 
  twenty second, nah...

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A Knight from the vast Kingdom
of The King of Holy Throne.
Michael slept within a castle
on beds of peat moss, and of loam.             ...

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I'm a speech punk; kind of a menace
Not sure if the word is permissible in these parts
But that's the word I need, life's a furnace
So flush that. Gosh, you leave me no choice
I'm trying to...

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(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)

I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
     against misinterpreted faux attempt
     to describe, how whet
d'ya column...

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There are pieces of a quilt, that I still call my home
They are kept alive in memory, and are there to keep me warm
When the chill of frigid winter, or the still of an afternoon
It...

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Transaurius

Divined from a thousand novellas
On the cusp of hallucination
Somewhere between the monastery and the circus.........

Devoid of any specious goodness
Deficient in any and all pragma
Having escaped from several weddings
One if by name, two if by shame

Resonant...

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Wailing, screaming, and keening were things I was not
familiar with, until I got the shingles in a very tender place.
Then they became my go-to-noises. My husband had to wear
headphones, because it was so loud, ...

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More than a vacation, a vocation
In the field of tranquility you
Search the Caribbean blue
Sensation or mental refuge

White sandy beaches wet
Peaches in drinks collect
Making the experience perfectly
Sweet, worthy as a bodily

Treat. Club nights, escapes
In lantern light...

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I baptize you with water for repentance. But after me comes one who is more powerful than I, whose sandals I am not worthy to carry. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and...

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I stepped into a cow pie, back a year or so ago, and I did fuss and cry!
Or so I am told… Then I found a Dragon egg, and as you will surmise… 
The plentitude...

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While closing my eyes, I return once again
to an image that nestles at the foot of the mountains
Snow crowns San Jacinto as it shadows the valley
I am there as a child in the house with...

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When the world was quiet 
and life moved with grace,
time measured by seasons 
and years instead of minutes,
and people saw the world as 
close by, with foreign lands 
far away, another universe, 
not quite real,...

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Let me tell you a story
From a time gone by
The tale of a greedy butcher
And a pig that could fly

In the little village of Piddle Brook
There lived a butcher named Mr.Ham
He was bearded, bulky, and...

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      Clover superlative lovers, sprung via same stem
      Umbrella immunity protects sprites supple
      Filter purity lacy leaf shade kindly dapples...

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it was the time to ascend and the elevator door closed with firm resolve

on his many needs and wishes that had pushed his buttons for so long

three wise men had spoken and a triad of...

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I know I have a past, but I don't just want to get you between the sheets
Having a few weak moments, doesn't mean I'm weak
I need a woman to believe in me and show me...

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Dear Governor Newsom:


What a moronic, Fascist leader, you are!
Controller of COVID~
Hear me chortling  from afar!
You have in no way flattened, the curve,
You lying moron, you are totally absurd!

California has had cases, but none like 
New...

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