Long Promontory Poems

NOTE: Some of you seemed to enjoy my stories from the past. Of course, posting this in the story folder is tantamount to burying it six feet under, as you know, so I'm posting it...

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I saw you …

high …
atop the promontory
spinning with manic madness
pirouettes et fouetté
lost in yourself -
in movement …
your upper back split, low
and, I swear -
feathers … peeking …
tucked under your shoulder blades
splayed and black as black
(obsidian...

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Day one; I leave the coast following the great black river.  Its meandering slow water sneaking slowly and silently past the ancient pines and hardwood trees gathered near its banks like a band of...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Tulum
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: October/2013


Tulum, 
in the morning sun,
 is like a diamond 
shining brighter 
than
any diamond 
that 
your eye's
will ever see -

Only a few 
can say 
that 
they have seen 
this mythical
wonder...

the Mayan city, 
that stands 
on a rocky 
promontory 
overlooking 
the Caribbean 
sea -

When you're
here 
in this 
ancient city,

you feel
the spirit's 
of 
the 
Maya people,

Who 
discovered
this sacred
place...

the
sea route
that linked
Mexico
to 
Central...

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In the 1600's, Europeans lived on the eastern shore
Their numbers grew, they wanted more.
Iroquios, Sauk, Ottawa, and Mohawk were tribes they met
Too many and more, paid our forefathers' debt.
Men moved west thru the Cumberland gap
Daniel...

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A Polite Warning. The Following poem is somewhat steamy. Not explicit, but explicit in
inference. If this sort of thing offends you, then please be considerate and don’t read
it. Thank you. 

Naked Flamenco

( A sultry summer...

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THE FAR VIEW
     Of  this quaint mountain village sparks a longing  strain lay dormant these many years. Was it some childhood visit, one too early to recall, or existence...

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(I.)

Of Ulysses, Homer's Troy And The Wrathful Gods

I, who am of the ancient tribe of trees
  Climb slowly.

Eons unguessed, ere I shall see the crest
  Of the blue towers, - love's high citadels
Hath...

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The Haunted House

An aging Victorian graphite three story house sat on a 
promontory, lonely, deserted, weathered and forlorn.
Broken windows showed signs of cruel abuse from
passersby amused by throwing rocks we surmised. 
This skeletal shell of...

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~ for Ana ~

I was there many times -
I’d been watching him for years,
(he, black as coal),
almost two decades now,
an extraordinary age for a wolf ...
every full moon, and only then,
he came to the clifftops...

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Evening cicadas
Cacophony climax;
Night time music

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By this playground
Noisy frolic parades;
Little feet gather

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Haiku moment:
Brief promontory,
Dragonfly buzz

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Raining non-stop
Wet moments splash;
Umbrella parade

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Aqueous verses
Heavy pieces drowning;
Pouring rain recites

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Walkway cobblestones
Busy footfalls conspire;
Old man ponders

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Odd faces
Cellphone conversations;
Bus-stop queue

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Gone away
Cannes vacation;
Stopover at Nice

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Fruit...

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Sleepy thoughts loiter,
Dreamy images disappear...
Sun stabs sudden focus.


Subconscious thoughts come
Abrupt as light streams,
No time to think.


Senses aware one by one:
Like octopus tentacles
Twisting and curling to touch.


Edgy promontory here:
Eyes scan the cityscape fringes,
Twenty-storey window view


Far below...

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Okay, okay, I confess. We stole the only hyperdrive ship that wasn't destroyed in the war. But what choice did we have? Our world is on the brink of annihilation. For hundreds of years my...

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In the stillness of the night when it rains
Haven’t you listened to a funny chorus?
Cra…. Cra… Cra…. it goes on rough n’ raucous,
A ‘music’ coming down to us through the air porous.
   ...

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CITADEL AND CONSTELLATIONS


The green leaves in rugged moans;
The tall bushes in rumbling groans;
The roofs train creaks-- their fugue
blow cobwebs hugging branches below,
such  are precursors inviting darkness lair

for  stormy   clouds  ...

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EACH TO THEIR SEPARATION 

So they meet,
He, attempting to be 
Non-committal,
Unobtrusive, showing
A better part to play,

But the fire within is scarcely stifled,
Raging as it does from being kindled
By incandescent flame,
Never consumed.

Gazing with undiminished longing
Upon beauty's...

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Covered Dishes 

2

Into the tattooed tavern 
we sauntered dreamily,
squinting our delirious eyes, while
blinking rapidly, and flinching from 
the electronic glare of spit-polished mirrors,
shining as an insane sun would, 
without reflection, without resonance,
hanging on a purple...

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Window ledge song
Stray sparrows sing;
A choral duo

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Rain drops slide
Blurry window view;
Furious stormy night

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Not much to say
Old couple sit;
Passing people punctuate

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Coffee maker sounds
Morning makeovers;
Caffeine fix retort

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From this penthouse
Brief promontory;
Puzzling landscapes

~~~~~~~~~


Lovely couple
Youth presides;
Time will tell

~~~~~~~~~


Haiku moment
Zero metaphor;
Captured...

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Oh! towering revelation spires center of it's eye;
               Amber bright white yellow beams of light shine;
     ...

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Staying on a promontory, I watch,
The wobbling mass of water below.

Before my eyes,
The sea stretches far;
An infinite scroll of chiffon,
Rolling and unrolling
In shades of green and sapphire.
In its sedate hours of brooding silence, 
A calm...

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Must have been yesterday,  
                     dark-green against a silver sky
    ...

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("Noh" is an ancient Japanese style of 
drama, broadly similar to Elizabethan
tragedy.  "The Wind in the Pines" is
my version of a well-known Noh play.)

1. The Buddhist Priest

This was the day of the White Crane....

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Feel the year-end mood
Rainy punctuation,
Wetness all around


Touch of strange passion
Words stretch away,
New permutations


Here the watcher
Stretches out waiting,
Touch of wonder


Feel the pulse
Of mental images,
Poise of new voices


I wait to know
Some surge of feelings,
Blend of new rhymes


When...

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The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
Such egoistic heads tell not to worry
And at our back talk oscillatory
Bad about us, creating a crematory
Where they bury their own glory.
They have a...

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Dinner with old friends:
salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne with
      broccoli, two white wines.
Jane Jacobs could analyze how it all got to our table
or even how their daughter...

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