Long Prefecture Poems

 Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn A Year Ago and yet now No Change
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Unquotable quotes: Beggars - XXX

Who said beggars cannot be choosers?

Who chooses for them the place, the moment or the people they choose to beg from; the hours of the begging day; the alms they refuse;...

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Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn
				                             …at the...

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I beg on behalf of the human race re. our effects on mother nature.

Help is what she needs, her abilities slighted
Atrocities committed by man impeding her adventure.
Verily, all things are so bad, and by us...

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If I call you, would you come and join me in the sun? If I call you, would you say that the day is done? I see you running all over the place with boots...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake : Part Thirty-Three 

Just then out of the arboured portals of the hotel emerged the wily woman
Clad head through bent back to toes in black silk bulging gown
She thread her...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Seventeen

Of late the tepid cold only rebousse poil her coyness
Nowhere the slushy mud caked into strands of crunchiness
Even the over-mothering coots let their chicks roam all alone
Sand and...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Five

All day she toiled to keep her knees and busts in position
The Mairie’s serrated metal-hearted spool of derision
And the glinting fly-eye cutaways of the Prefecture
She who must mind...

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Beneath the Sword of Damocles

As we nurse our nuclear nightmares
in a not to certain day
We are conjoined in common phobia
of madness or foul play.

Little children of the Fifties
hid beneath the classroom desks
closed their eyes and...

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What species of humanity are you?
Whatever kind you are, you don't worry us. 
According to hearsay
you were willing to lay your hands
on small items
deposited by my mother
to the communal account,
close to a bank.
I know that...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Seven

The balding weeping willow by the Prefecture Gate’s railings
There where on drowsy summer’s day gather swan and goslings
To unfurl and let fan the crisp ensconced feathery quills
Litter and...

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Across the city the emperor called
For recruits to join the legions
Travel to new and strange lands
And conquer for covetous  reasons

As sun beat down they trained their men
To fight  for colonisation,
Taking with them skills...

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Ole Shall We Kiss

Ole, shall we kiss,
Allow it to flourish…
I awoke and flung a kiss to you in my subconsences
I felt obliged so to admire your resists;
Could we first spiritually embrace…
Please,
Darling craving I…
I crave the...

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I, am a single drop of blood 
                 that swoons to your eye.
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Nylon blue, nylon blue cloth dangles on the line,
Ordinary people dine over wine and droop over the line to the tine 

Nylon blue, nylon blue there sings the children,
Their song and hope riven and driven...

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