Long Plods Poems

Gone now are the wondrous minds of old,
whose era treasured learning over gold,
And humble were the thoughts and words of these,
who, trothed to truth, would now be left displeased,
by hurried tempers bent on winning wars,
neglectful...

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Ballaraat’s known for its bounty of gold,
and the days of Eureka Stockade,
plus winning horses, on racing courses,
where flanks of the horses are flayed.

And the offer of prize is a bountiful one,
for a winner that’s greeting...

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Voyage to the bottom of this... 
prevaricated forth write Declaration!

As most every girl and boy
taught back in the day,
learning base sic life lessons, 
when going to Zerns,
now permanently closed, 
but once upon a time one...

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Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration.

As most every girl and boy
     taught back in the day,
     or more recently going to Zerns,
     a golden age...

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An essence heard a heartfelt plea
meek, unconfident, not familiar
"Should I bother anymore? Please guide me."
His words hardly mist....
a response slices the scene
     with the speed of a guillotine.

skittering over the asymmetrical
similarities...

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ACE CANNONS' CANON 

Through the morning, shimmering with colors that wavering, fade
from a desert where heat is a hue, and history's due
cactus and trees, knotted and sparse, a portrait some mad god must'f bade
into being,...

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Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?


“Why Hast thou”?
My unripe hairy-brain makes its claim
to be the image of its Father.

My vision today 
could turn a green leaf brown, 
or scorn itself, seeing only 
the thoughts that feed it.

Forsaken…...

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Jesus Christ and Karl Marx seek lost children in the City of Gold

In shackled shack with weight of broken bricks on tin roofed promises
she rest her head against the precious paraffin cooker empty and cold

Five...

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Methinks lame excuses poorly explain
absent presence gnosh hoe wing up to
acknowledge our papa's ninetieth orbit
around sun, nor dearly beloved eldest
commencement successfully, modestly,
honestly (applying her smarts) as freshly

minted (sage) University of Pennsylvania
graduate, now where webbed wide...

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does bound by marriage appeal, yet the
missus would be left high and dry, (or low
and wet if she dwelt closer to sea level), this
bleakness especially pronounced as role of
fatherhood no longer viable, enjoyable, applicable
aware how...

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Coming close to loosing it all,
except a few clothes, an old coat and a ball.
He plods to the Mission with a rare conditon
of which he can no longer recall.

Found buried in this sad stories text.
Why...

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I am chasing a galloping gingerbread, and the little old man and the
Little old woman and a rake and a fork and a spoon are helping me
When another villager begins yelling at the top of...

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Easier from a bush to take a man
Than from a man to take the bush
Cos bush sinks DNA into Salman
Making removal hard to push

In settings where Salman regresses to type
Despite apparent education
Acquired with much hype
With...

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~ She fondly engraves her signature,’ My Dear Heart’
With poetry that paints pictures, a style setting her apart ~
Those hands gliding with decorative touches and lyricism
So vintage like her soul ~ a woman of depth...

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It shakes off the bad dreams of the night before
Underneath the sickly blue neon sign that
Buzzes it's contempt for him.
It's eyes stay closed not wanting to see
The misery that lay before him 
Down the grey...

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Total darkness
Eyes opened or closed there is nothing but black
	Everywhere

Hairs and nerve endings stretched to the limit
	Feeling nothing 
no clothing
no temperature
no moisture
Utterly weightless

Ears ring with complete silence
	Heart pounding unheard
	Exhale – inhale not even a hush
Panicked...

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My Heart Revealed
Aim for spirited, boundless love of Christ
To flood everyone’s inner soul with light
Submerge yourself in God's ocean of love
Turn your face to His rain and soak it up.

Aid God's love to flow in...

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It is in the first of morning
that I sense my magnum opus--there 
among that which is most mundane,
and like a ghost that I 
may never see or touch--
of which I know no thing at all,
except...

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Illegal Dying


On pursuit of greed
On pursuit of fame-
Gambling with precious life
Is no longer funny play.
We don’t guard ourselves
Marmon broke all bounds
Greed, flood gates opened
There’s a deluge
That inundates humanity.
We’re bait in water
Thrown by bungee jump
Into the...

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The mind is a long walk home,
dinosaurs unnamable
litter the green turf
of our travels.

Reptiles shrink to birds,
the larger birds collapse like balloons
eventually running out of sky.
Lizards rest in the top nest
of every reaching spine.
Some imagine waking...

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She stands tall
a pillar of virtue
cloaked in morality.
Looks with disdain upon would be seducers
as she plods through  this
sin ridden earth.

Never does she bend to temptation 
that sucks at her feet
attempting to woo her.

Leers and...

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It’s getting cold.
I rub my hands to create friction
and my feet feel like they’re no longer here.
My ears hide behind my hair,
sheltering from the breath of air
that the wind throws at me.
Seven-thirty-five on a Friday...

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My mind is in a death cage, 
Time plods slowly forward 
Towards its logical end.

Yet I have to look back. 
My cold body lies pale
On a cold marble slab.
Dark corridors of memories 
Echo with screams...

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Nature is an Autumnal thief; pilferer of clinging leaves 
Each one rudely swept away, but a tree never grieves
Well knowing in Spring, buds will reappear as sheaves

Behold the dawn of sunrise as we begin another...

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The Gardener 

She’s twenty-three and he’s eighty-six
He walks with a Zimmer, she watches Netflix
He has a mansion and a Maserati car
She has her diamonds and uplifting bra

They have a gardener, Chatterley like
He calls her miss,...

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