Long Renderings Poems

I.
Treasures That May Be Found In Destiny's New Shift

( Mille viri sententia agere nescit donec suscipit calamum scribere.)

For a brief spell, I hung my hammock in the shade
of the ancient tall oak tree, that God's...

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Translation of Mahakavi Bharathiyar’s poem: “Asai Mugam” or “Beloved Face”
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Posted at my new blog -Lesser Known Poets Series- continued, 
two poems written, honoring sixth poet chosen,  James Thomson
his great poem- The City of Dreadful Night
BY JAMES THOMSON (BYSSHE VANOLIS)

(1.)

As That Dawning Hour, In...

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(Apropos of Black Poetic Griots)

We may not be deemed apostolic recorders
But we poets, guided with divine wisdom, are
The lay scribes thereof in the chronicling of
Our life’s sojourn in the shadowing times
we spend here on this...

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The curtain rises on Bumblebee Babineaux walking self-confidently along Chartres Street.

Bumblebee [singing]: Ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride, nobody’s gonna slow me down. Oh, no, I got to keep on movin’… 

Tom Sickley, a disingenuous...

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Can u take boy me for what I am or do u need to fabricate an ego estrogen entity 
to fit yr fee fakemale forum in twat time present and id/ego absent intensity. Do tell...

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We are living in the middle, you and I,
between butterfly beginnings - ethereal endings.
Despite Natural Law, I'm persuaded to pause;
if possible, dear, let chrysalis continue ...
Timothy Levi Hicks

Living in the Middle

Rules of life restrict us...

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Botched Artwork Saves Town

Sometime last year, in late August 2015, something unusual went viral..
It was an ancient picture on the wall, vastly unlike its original art..

A piece of botched artwork, unfinished, and yet all over...

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Oh, damn,  I get it, nowhowbrownsowcow-----that it's to be accepted on this site you need to be
the FATTED cow. Low of intellect, yet high on countenance, high on payment 
and low on quality! Please...

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AntiPoem 2

You know only one thing and that is:
Dying is not on the agenda.

Let us march now inside St. Mary’s,
March reverently through these green repentant doors,
These holy portals to grace and absolution,
Into a stain-glassed sanctuary...

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Ecclesiastes 3:1 (KJV) "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:"

As haunting as autumn’s waltz,
When the maples and oaks charm,
Dancing in ambers, golds and hearts,
Risking the shadows...

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And Into Eternity We Were Destined, Paired

I dreamt of the romantic silken bed we shared
As night's heaving soft-breath matched your beauty divine
And into eternity we were destined, paired
To eat love's sensual feast, forever entwined.

Among the...

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Complacent, well being, in a covnant devil attitude. 
Disdained, yet creep compliant in a socio-dick tated preferential,
Momentarily distracted, I give up my circumstance unreliant,
And predispose to and fro an ever present guilded conveyance, that of...

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Written 22 September 2023 For :
No. 1242 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand


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“Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.” ~Victoria Erickson

Tonight the moon sanctioned 
her golden halo
to unfurl butterfly wings
rinsed with honey 
and champagne...

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How can you tell when you've hit bottom and
 it's time to abandon "ship"-does it stare you in the  
falseface and wipe your browmemory clean cool of
fun classics,  milling around in poor daylight
low...

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I am in an oncoming negation of civilized un on going socio passion of an unforgiving remnant that seems to conscio-consider a pre existant pro com promise that if u have a co existant chameleon...

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Dancing with the Dream

IN THIS DREAM CALLED LIFE 
I desire 
The Gem of Love 
With Wild Abandon
HOPE FOR THE FUTURE
IN THIS DREAM CALLED LIFE
to be A Man's Wife
A Pillow Filled With Dreams
GOD SUBDUES MY MELANCHOLIC...

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As an armchair admirer
     of nature's fury viewed,
     safely and soundly ensconced
     within solid brick
poetic walls maneuvering
     the electronic...

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In yonder realm, what once has passed,
No longer bears significance, it's time to unmask.
Bid farewell to all the misunderstandings,
Days spent explaining, now just fleeting renderings.

Let the lengthy hours fade away,
Those that slew love and joy,...

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As We Grow Old And We So Slowly Fade

As we grow old and we so slowly fade
we should ponder, how we are wondrous made.
Our brains are far more complex than we know
we are given hearts...

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Fortress


Stone by weathered cobble I build,
calloused hands ache in sweet surrender
Mortar’d affection of a coalesced consistency,
mixed and blended, bound by love’s tether 

Stacking to heights of protective design
Patterned on roaming hillsides, serpentine wanderings,
Lush green fields...

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I know, I know. 
For some of you people, it's hard. 
You have no choice.
Your parents didn't teach you any better. 
If at all.
If you had any parents to speak of. 
And the crowd you...

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Beautiful Scenes, Golden Gifts True Love Brought,
third poem of three. 

True-love   ...
   Depths that heart swells,
longings that birth hot flames
night-gems, true eternal treasures
True-love.

With desires born, heart wedding sweet love dreams
songs, a...

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Trees

Tallest of trees stand, sentinels, as if touching the sky
Reaching out, each branch, every limb, oh so very high
Species of every kind, vying for what nature will provide
Sunlight, rain, seasons changing, renderings glorified 

Growing from...

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