Long Quarried Poems

"Freedom's Lament"

Oh sweet Freedom how quick you have gone from Groom to Widower.
How saddened are those who succumbed and labored so freed we could all be after Freedom had so long toiled and quarried to...

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Open Closed





 Open letter addressed by me to myself as  

               as though I am in any way complicit in...

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The old ruin sat near the brow of the hill
it had been there for centuries forgotten
none now knew for what purpose it had been used
not even the elders who had many suggestions

A not unattractive looking...

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From The Heart To The Cross

The burden to carry on a journey slated,
Weighs heavily on an outcome known fated.
When faith is the belief in hope for deliverance
Where humanity’s destiny hangs in the balance.
In mirrors dwell...

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Copper blooms, titanium too below the iron of the sky
Rich fields of ore, quarried, lay everywhere without a quarrel
In conjunction with all things shiny on the land and rust of day

Mountains pinnacles are miles high
With...

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Quarried,  and carved from our earthen mother's skeletal
Backbone and under belly, were the Moai solid rock deities,
Stone guardians of Easter Island.
A mystical place, a harvested paradise, but nothing remains
Of the people whom built this...

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Then, he knew why he must hew
old memories from marble- 
emotions quarried from heart's slew- 
Oblique fight with his faith's garble

Cut block unfolds Christ, enthroned
on mother's lap- death sleep supine...
Sculptor's concepts cast in stone,
art wrestles...

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some people claim that i am free
now ain't that a god-damned gas
i assure you being as restricted as me
is a predominant pain in the ass

this isn't right
restricting my flight
And I'll tell you upon whom I...

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This morning I went for a country stroll
Saw greenery of summer at its best
But off road walking had taken its toll
So the next stop was an Inn for a rest .

Ploughman's I ordered with a...

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OF THEE I WING

Certain people claim that I am free
Ain’t that a god damned gas?
I assure you that being as un-free as me
Is a predominate pain in the a*s

It ain’t right
Restricting my flight
And I’ll tell...

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A whisper of his life within the stone
emerges from the cold of retrospect,
that he behind the figure's vacant stare
could know that other hands saw history
within the reach his fingers stretched, could throw
his burning soul across...

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I can’t play with words
I can’t make them dance
I can’t show the essence
Of a sweet romance

I can’t make them soar
I can’t make words fly
I can’t make them brave
So that they touch the sky

I can’t make...

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Atop old Penistone 

From bumpy stony track to peak the summit
No ledges, drops from which to plummet
A quarried mound that boasts sweet heather 
Loyal and strong despite the weather

The climb to top, a meagre stroll
But...

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Long travelled 
am I,
amongst words
that have sailed
in and out of months
beyond the horizon
of years and age.
Set down
and scrolled out
in lexical identity
on parchment stane
quarried and carried
in the soft strom
of half light.

Earlier
I gave
a cursory nod
to the old...

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There is a body stronger than the flesh alone
it is the body of your love, that temple built of desire's stone
quarried from the chaos of your erotic emotions, shaped by destiny's moan,
where neurotic nerves, psychotic...

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She built a sailing ship from quarried limestone.
Vacancy for about a thousand restless crows.
Year after year "the necessity" steadily progressed.
Twenty-four and SEVEN without yearn for prayer or rest.

She was elegant and beautiful like white virgin...

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For long we have sailed in the river of sadness
When and how questions caressing the lips
The nostrils sniffing the odor of violence

Like a country in which average age is deceased
We waited for the day this...

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In the lines of your quarried face
are granite truths and pastel mysteries
part time jester - full time thief of hearts
doubting the existence of great gifts,
tears in the fabric self worth.

In the violet crag of your...

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Faster than a precipitous squall, ivy spreads and climbs the wall.  It's quarried a landlocked structure in Nepal. Through the cracks wails an ominous battlefield call. The preamble of turnacets tied tight by medics to...

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I half expect to run into my childhood self
Laughing with the others running barefoot
Over dusty granite trails stretching for miles
Passing by neighbors sitting on porch swings
Running through the fields of Lane’s farm
Bathing amidst the summer...

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In the heavy silence
I grope around
In my treasure chest of words
Fumbling to find
The right one…
The word jewel…
Glowing with honesty
Radiating with passion
Emanating love
Displaying desire
Quarried from…
The rock of my heart.

Where is it?
Oh, where is it?
I look at...

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Hill And Mountain Talk

Copper flowers quarried in the lower tundra
In sculpted form beneath the pebbly footing
Two giant mountains there to quarrel with each other
Who will occupy the lion’s share of space
One mountain insults the other...

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The fallen sons slipped off Creation’s lens.
To taste the sting from our own tree and fruit.
Their giants quarried till no place to stand.
Before these day’s deceiving shades of gray,
The prophet’s shutters opened wide to write.
Foretold...

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This rusting chain is witness to an age
When slate was quarried from these ancient cliffs
And where one hundred quarrymen earned a wage.
This harbour, filled with steamboats, schooners, skiffs,
Became a hive of industry, back when
Demand for...

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A grand forest of majesty
Rests at the outer reaches
Of this grand land of mystery.
‘Tis mammoth in scale,
Thus overwhelming in scope.

Dense thickets stand guard
At the forest’s edge,
While not far beyond,
Oversized mushrooms wedge
Themselves among ancient
Quarried stone slabs.

For,...

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