Long Plinth Poems

Inevitable death defines afterlife

I mull mortality 
thru lens crafted occipital orbs
regarding a better future
experience sing a space oddity – 
whar incessant yaks
exuding a big hurt
emanate as cosmic atomic 
bipedal hominids replete roof lee wax
during a...

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Professor Henderson did pay no heed to the call of his wife. She shrugged her shoulders as did I. The Professors wife, Abigail, she left the hole with my assistance. We had dug to the...

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I am Späces
The poet's muse
And I bring something old 
And something new

The spirit of the word am I 
And I've existed in all places 
And all times
Filling the gaps
The empty spaces in between 
What we...

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(It was 1860 when the English poet Robert Browning
stumbled upon an interesting artefact as he walked
through the city of Florence.  It was a file of documents
from an old Italian criminal trial, and he would...

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There’s a burning yen nomadic deep within entrenched,
to absorb fresh environments ambrosial on foot,
where incidental hue or august colour wash abound,
or that March bloom tantalising shady patch,
with its dreamlike mystic wide-flung allure,
some blue pigment dawn...

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There is an urge within me to wander randomly,
to explore in vivid detail each kaleidoscope,
incidental hue or pristine colour I encounter,
or just as likely that tantalising shady patch,
with its dreamlike mystical allure so faraway,
this blue...

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On an insignificant shore during,
An insignificant afternoon,
A moment of pause within a frenzied day,
On this plinth I rest with you.
After all the climbing efforts to capture,
An elusive view of that starfish,
You speak of the beauty...

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DEMONIC VERSES

I don't do demonic; they're best kept for sonnets
Best to stay in shallow water when challenging He
Writes any deeper would only get me admonished
Reed and parchments in hand I would need to flee

Olive oil...

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A young man named Jonas stood at the doors
Of the house that had haunted his dreams
As behind the ornate, hand-carved oak
Its interior was not all it seemed

People entered the doors, then disappeared
It was the last...

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In the dark corner of your eyes so faded,
See the life threw a glass of shattered wages. 
Using those to create a world with wrong perceptions, 
Money, lust… and a whole lot misconceptions.

Trying to reach...

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Mary Moorman took a Polaroid snap of
John Kennedy at the exact moment he
received his fatal head wound.  Her
picture has fuelled many conspiracy
theories.
 
I’m inclined to opine
(it’s a passion of mine –
to conclusions you’ll think...

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It's a thin line travelled on a daring dustbin lid that caresses time. Dutiful are the Daisuke Daoism of daisies whose appearance is quite superb and unsupervised in a midday storm swish. Putting platters place...

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All for one
None for all
A house of cards that will
Bring about a great fall

Only a select few
Can spellbound the masses
Becoming Kings and Queens
With illegitimate claims to fame

We lift them up high
On a plinth made of...

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You aren't anybody to the plinth in the workforce.
Of course, I know of your success.
My money does not have anything to do with you; therefore, why negate a 
     nation’s wealth.
If...

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I lie here spooned against you in the dark, my arm draped across your softness, but I remember those lean and muscled days – do you remember mine? 
How is it now so many years...

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Her heart is nice like a holy baby
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"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth", I question.
Research on this ancient proverb, of course
finally brought me to this aged suggestion:
"the longer its teeth, the older the horse."

Remembering a blue-chip London bus trip
we took...

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Ajanta, Ellora caves HD film capturing paintings and rock-cut sculpture 
Caves carved from hills, immaculate top-down orthodox architecture
Modern monuments rise from plinth, CAD down-up structure
Meticulous paintings on dark-at-noon high cave ceilings
Difficult to adjust in one...

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All stones are arms in war.

A day in my tutelage, 
In my father's corn-field,
I stood as Oranyan's plinth;
I heard the lion roar:
Why are you a statue son?

“My sickle Sir, I stuttered”.

"Strike now and don't be...

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Dawn
awakes
bright  cities
deep moonlit snooze
when autumn pageant’s
covert vanishing trail
exits on the sly behind
a stoic gem plinth while cheerful
denizens asses black grain pepper
clouds afloat as dark cobalt skylines watch

Gust
chill noon
might sense its
life hub platform
shiver between months
October...

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What if darkness is our natural state
bear with me bubonically
we spend most of our life dead or asleep
less than a third awake
some stars are still forming
wear the ice eroded
mountains now mole
hill of a sentence
i've got...

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I want to write a little puzzle,
But I want to do it in rhyme.
I tried to do it once before
But didn't have the time.
Now I've joined poetry soup
It must have done the trick.
I picked up...

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A duet sung alone

I know now how confusing 'twas to find 
That I loved my love walking one-way street, 
Knowing, she seldom with my love was lit, 
Her heart was but with love of friendship...

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You're messed up but im broken 
Drowned in denial 
Was every thing but alice's wonderland 
Took us long to come up with the unspoken
Reality ... too cruel to understand

I'm guilty for wanting to hang loose...

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