Long Plectrum Poems

To glimpse the camel-litter, Qais no longer with his madness strains
The yearnings of the heart are dead, the heart itself is cold; so we;
And desolation fills our house for shines not there the Light of...

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Michelin star cricketing cook…by hook or crook.. so canny..will find every nook and cranny…if you took a look at the record..score or text book ..won’t have forsook ..our dutiful..beautiful babbling Brook

Although the barmy army might...

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An adrenaline rush like no other
Fear, anxiety and pressure on an accelerated course together
A need to perform, a need to please
Beads of sweat roll down his sleeve
Players in waiting call out to him
Making his heart...

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Nyx opened black arms
threading her twilight fingers 
and cradled my awe 
to turn my hair, white  
she filled my eyes with stars
firing a comet to 
the core of my heart 

my second breathe
carved dragons...

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Vocabulary
that’s all which comes to me
painful conundrum so carefully written
could I say
I say so many things
place upon a kiss
a page of eternity
but awkward things are not who I seek
such inadequate verbs
punctuation to piece together
the ecstasy...

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There are so many sounds
That are enjoyed by so many
But the sounds i love most
Are by plectrum or penny


Lindsey Buckingham playing "Go Your Own Way"
Even Joe Perry makes "Walk This Way" say
Eric Clapton and his...

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Rapture when it voice embraces mine
Encapsulates the beauty of each sound
So clearly describes my mood all time
Makes me traverse the world round

The notes adapt so easily to emotions
Like a mother’s love without imitation
Strength of strings...

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Tarkay lids of merlass
Royal purple hue
Smooth glass surface
Sea of gemstone blue

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Siren sisters taunt the sailors
Weaving in and out of looms
Seductive creatures with lyres
Luring the lustful to their tombs

They didn’t heed the gentle merlass
The whispers of...

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The wind blew her locks,  as she stared down the road. 
Sending my beats in commotion,  there she stood. 
Her lovely sight gazing at the sparrow chirping beside. 
How I wish,  I...

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A lazy eventide Sitka Sunset
Where the invisible stairway to heaven
Splashes a touch of oil paint on deep blues
As I watch Helios blend radiant commands 
How many more Alaskan sunsets must one perform?

Purple psychedelic hues
Greets lucid...

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Gently strum  my heartstrings, 
So  I  can  produce  the  melody. 

The  kind  that  softens  the  heart, 
The  melody that  awakens  the...

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Hate,
Separating the offence from the person
6-14-2016

 Hate is not something that we bring into life,
But it cuts others deeply as a finely honed knife.

Where does hate fall in your life’s Spectrum,
Sometimes’ it’s veiled as thinly...

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