Long Placation Poems

the wealth of norman England is poised to grow
  towns enlarge, markets exchange, a fresh fertilising sprinkled culture
  kingdoms extend with numbers reducing
  old and new empires jostle, reshaping across continents and...

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In the suspended time 

In the suspended time between Christmas and New Year’s Eve,
I think of you. 
Time has passed, much time, and you have said in 
Clear words of silence, that you wish me...

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As if the music had wings
but the notes dripped with tears.
Speaks of everything he's loved
and everything he fears.
His fingers, they dance,
Speak of torture and romance.
With a glance
from askance
frozen in stance 
I'm enraptured .
I'm held in...

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Tortoise husband of salamander,
Childless couple for sorrowful years,
Their quest for child was beyond placation;
What is matrimony without fertility?
Child is gold,child is the crown on our heads,
Child is the retain wall that holds us to life.

So...

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THE WAITING GAME

I'm playing the waiting game,
not futilely nor waiting in vain.
My delivery, my parcel my expectation;
forces me to ambulation. 

I want it now,
my elixir my kisser; 
sit and lull for the lister; 
who swore...

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CECE

She looks at me
i can feel her anger rising..
boiling...ati you were saying
she glare at mi..
i sit transfixed.. tongue
glued to my teeth..

i desire she would hear my thoughts
and know..my inner turmoil
she softens he gaze..bro...
whats boderin ju..waah...

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Always the weapon
and never the truth
the woeful prediction
of life's terrorism
shall always end in death

Ah such a bastion
for the ammunition of fear
to afford the devils consumption
of every soul living here
in tortuous redemption
those switchblade centuries have controlled

All...

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Warped in perfect symmetry
Ancestral imagery
frayed around the edges
revoke the privileges
of past remembrance.
A tapestry, a cosmic dance
of ideas woven, history acquired
kiln fired
and hand-stitched into the fate
that our lives illuminate
in technicolored illusions
and delusions
of in-consequence,
living in a pretense
of...

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Thinking back now my dreams are eerily reminiscent
Of every mistake I made in my decent.
Of every joke and priceless muse,
Every smile that she gave me, as her mind I perused.		

I hate summer, it never gave...

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What is a virus,

But a mutation of cells?

Yes, it's true, some are shiny,

Some have bells.

Whistles too,

Like me and you,

Doing, consistently, the opposite

Of what we should do.

Blowing the horn,

Banging the gong,

One we should have, could have,

Sounded...

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Drugs like anger and toxin like pills
Flashing from the side of the ditch. 
Holding out the rain, trying so hard 
to rot whatever it touches.

Curses to the sun 
that drying bitch, 
flooding the world with...

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P.S.: Take Note
We are met again 
at the crossroads of delusions
reminiscing failed choices 
and broken promises;
here we stand once again 
in the vanity of illusions
reflecting tainted truths 
and old compromises.
Here they come again 
dancing in...

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Cuffing Season

Frightful scenes of cabin fever
during the lonely cold winter
gives reason for cuffing season
and placation for the freeze in.

The physical shivers over
frightful scenes of cabin fever
stuck indoors without companion
for comfort and intervention.

The ominous clime messenger
signals...

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I don’t wanna rhyme these words
Or strum these chords
Then lead the chorus and the verse.
And I don’t wanna make amends,
Or save these friends
Who left me when I needed them.
I can just hear your voice,
A siren...

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