Long Quondam Poems

This is a poem about the University city of Cambridge in the UK , although I have only been there a few times , I decided to write a poem about it. Lord Bryon one...

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THE EYE of I

What is life? What is love?
The eye of I took it in…
The material rolling sweeps highs and lows--valleys cuts, grooves, gullies and gorges eye engorge crevices of porphyry
heat flies from the ravines
places...

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"'He,' whom speaks into existence those things which were not as though, they are...." ~
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Fables; to dream these seemingly impossible things!?

A compiling compound upon the pages of a lifes, forever tarnishing of stories....

Drinking this mixture...

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Erstwhile his skin was beautiful as an obsidian, with great markings alongside his face, as was the likeness of the Benin people; an imagery so poignant and meaningful.
His shoulders were wide, his back strong and...

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There … 
It was
dark. England, 
set down,  and stretched out 
for miles, 
and days 
without end
Far afield her quondam spirit,
But forever sprawling
Beneath 

Discouraging clouds 
with unbroken tears 
that washed out …
cricket games 
and pigeon...

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Upon this fairly scribal yet oversize, 
Very squarish or rectangular tablet, 
Do I scribble and scrawl these very words, 
And those of the completeness of at least a brace, 
A twain, a pair of poems,...

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I want to relinquish this stagnant pain. 
It has been lurking in my subconsciousness 
and perforating my reality for too long. 

I try to extricate myself from this servitude 
but it sticks to my fingers...

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*Reserata Carcerem XLVI*

Salient Sufi quondam was hexed;
haggard hags hoisted hurls 'n' were vexed,
apt alakazam gin behoved -
ere, he'd betrothed marred mercies thrown.

Pestered paddock anon hurled hymns,
pored panther knocked 'p gaunt 'n' gullible thrill,
apared asp pruned...

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Never seen a day light for quondam
impediment in abdicate quitdaim
auctioning what thinks best incessantly
believing it’s a good stomping realm
eatoboree and drinkoboree in deterioration with chum

struggling in all his days with felicity
is there another life better...

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To you my quondam friend!
I made myself a heretic through the sacrament 
                      ...

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The necktie wearers, and flag pin bearers
Combing arcane smiles 
With not one word out of place 
Colluded to recreate
Pearl harbor's reincarnate
History's wounds slashed by new swords
A mirror of quondam contempt 
Semblance of peace sat behind...

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As I sat in quondam agony and anguish,
The inimical air stales through my nose.
A teary, terrorising sting like a potent radish,
So envious of shared beds and emotions volubly composed.

Weakened by haste I screamed in ignominity,
Unaware...

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Takes it a powerful, almighty congerie of the 
Most toilsome and rigorous lucubration, 
To write these, my poems...my poetries. 
Or, insofar as declaring, do I 
Attempt thus to prevaricate?
Is my literary legerdemain 
And poetic prestidigitation...

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Alabaster streaks of warmth 
in its dewy first glow,
tepidly stirring the senses, as 
my gaze roams to the 
trickle of ebony beads; 
in the distance, 
chimes of granular dustings,
with fragrances rich in 
mahogany earthen grounds,...

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As I remember my quondam days,
I contemplate, I ruminate,
The musings of the bygone time,
Cleaves my heart apart,
With a sharp twinge.

I was tenderfoot, budding,
blossoming.
A bit naive, obtuse,
Savored euphoria in everything.

Being born under a lucky star,
In the...

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Animation I grew up with,
Bride of fantasy stories.
Comedy with action I watch,
Death of worries I snatch.
Earth of penitence is
Fist of imagination I sense.
Girdle of suffocation, I sike
Hinterland of minds, I hike.
Insatiable finds take off
Juggernaut of...

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I do not like my state of mind 
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed...

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*Image of Sun by A Shared Soul.

The Fifth of July
(Pondering A Newness)

A gold sovereign wakes, dimly rises
afar, a relic of sorts once revered the
world round, except occasions when 
a quondam ebbs loyalty, ergo, limbo.

Exchanging trenches,...

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My shadowy quondam
radiated a crimson hue
was alive and moving

now it is a ghost
emotionless
colorless and lethargic

a heart rimmed with marigolds
the sharp color of bloody mulberry
weeps like a crowned raven,

on sealed lips, scarlet wine dews
succulent but stifling
smell...

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The turn of the century
It was hard to fathom
But I had the sagacity
Of one side of the chasm
To realize it to be more
Than a promotion of the first number of the year
And knew too well
To...

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This love of irrevocable 
Hold I sent it from empyrean beyond
Nightfall calls stars upon the welkin
My love! Glimpse higher and higher
Preeminent stars which of paragon sheens us
Come nigh clasps for a spell
Scintillating planetoid effulgences and...

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