Long Redoubled Poems

“What's this then,” he asked him as Sprinteren poked his head through the stable door.
     “Umm, we're guarding the back door to make sure no one tries to get in or...

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Over yonder pastoral realms, with heaving mounds of green
Birds of variegated colors shine, where.streamlets gleam with opal sheen.
In circles round, fleetfooted Zephyr sweeps the laurelled ground
With footfalls that loom, a sweet scented voluptuous sound
Which gently strike...

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Existentialism emancipation proclamation manumission...

Flourishes amidst freedom 
once invisible (alice in) chains shucked
when soul no longer kept linkedin 
to jane's addiction 
with corporeal duty, entity, fealty... 
while formerly shed body electric 
gendered as former googly eyed...

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Two gifted creations, born from dreams that were sent
 and both gave a measure of blessed hope….

(1.)

He Bled, For Life's Gleaming, Golden Treasures Now Forever Lost


He tread each new dawn, trepidation dancing right along
Where once...

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Don Heller owned an impressive spread,
Not that far from Lindholme town,
Below the tall peaks of Idaho,
Down the road from Ed McGowan.

Ed McGowan owned half the ville,
And had two-dozen hanger-son.
Ike Raeburn owned the other half,
But had...

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When empty bubbles of stillness brimmed the place
Upon an emerald carpet of meads, she genuflected with gathered grace
Of languished bones and reverence plucked from nunhood hearts.
Mighty potentate dear, the wonted beseeching starts. 

Oh! May the...

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Just for the sake of saying "hello"

Courtesy garden variety/generic common Joe
who strives to achieve becoming 
(even posthumously) 
an esteemed writer likened to outstanding poe
whit – perhaps illusions 
of grandeur must be reined in 
courtesy horse...

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Sisyphus had Syphilis which had traveled  to his brain

                    a man of pleasure once but...

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RESTLESS


Oh my, the ghost still haunts the rest of my life
I cannot go back reminisce and picture
Where I’ve been into what extent I’ve delved
That after the euphoria I deemed  loose
This thing now sometimes controls...

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There are moments when I forget
To whisper a prayer of thanks I won’t regret
For all the joy and hope, sweet peace
The unending song of glory that won’t cease

There are times when I just don’t recall
The...

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Snow is falling, snow is falling
All around me in a whirl
And yet, though it’s blinding
My eye’s fixed on a pretty girl

But I doubt she’s even noticed me
And who could blame her
For, alas, to beauty…
What could...

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A SAILORS HALT
The sea arouse rushing with the valiant force of wind,
Seeth he, pose in fear, arms froze
With splash of the wind, eyes close.
If he Christ, would 'ave wish a quick resurrection.
Beholding the mighty rush,...

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Intoxicated Rondeau

Totally intoxicated in prime movers’ immortality
Never hidden in punchy illusion
Broken heart dips into sacred circus hilarious absurdity
Images of staggering lightheadedness - cleared vision fusion.

Stronghold built on the perfect harmony suffusion 
Of love’s author –...

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The world speaks of tragedy and questions
   was it hate, terrorism or less tempered aggressions,
those are the words news makers use so competitively
   but history is sadly, inconsolably repetitive.
there it is...

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a heart for a soul and a soul for a heart 
i am the living ocean and you will drown
i am the sun and i will storm

your attention seeking with infantile trolling 
is a bigger...

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As youth flows out with middle age,
I find it hard to turn the page.
Life deals the cards and calls our name.
We ante up, or leave the game.

Working, saving, spending, craving

If success is measured by the...

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Orphic consecration, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Dédicade d’Orphée by T. Wignesan

Here am I back from the other dubious bank
where Orpheus’s abandonned lyre laments
the wind down there fills my veins dizzy drunk
and my redoubled hangover numbs...

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The darkness comes again
and I am fading
to shades of gray with empty eyes
until I am nothing more than a shadow
cast upon my wall
my sanity being exiled
by this dark master
dictating my steps
balance fragile
I teeter on the...

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Near those flowers blooming with grace
I rest in shade and find a slower pace
Spring air has faded with the rain
Summer heat redoubled with pain
Winter stillness so far away

Love will find a way I'm told
there on...

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In his mind he makes his plans
  So many things he'll do
To finish each and every one
  He'd surely need four hands

He starts his day, but right away
  He senses he's in...

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