Long Rochester Poems

"The Swoon Hypothesis" - Part 2



Arimathea stands next to you and I on the deck, soon we are back in Nazareth, you press into my palm, 
“A very rare Dubunni coin” you say - on...

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Legend has it that six hundred years ago, lived a creature of the wild. His name was Talos. He held the strength of a bear yet wore the coat of a fox. He was deep...

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This is a Crown of Sonnets I wrote about one of my favorite books and movies (the version in 1943 with Liz Taylor, who was only 11 had a small role, Joan Fontaine and Orson...

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It was an early fall day, some decades ago, 
When three of my boys were still young.
Looking forward that year to the Rochester Fair,
An event that was always good fun.

A promise from me I would...

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"Invisible"



Trapped
within 
4 Walls 
A ghost 

escapes
it's prison 
through 
unlocked door

beyond
freefall
a bird
now soars

The Ocean 
calls the wild
Sargasso in
Me

Rochester’s 
Mirage 
ecstatic 
Bacchae
 
Maenad 
possessed 
submerged
Blue-Green

(Ladylabyrinth/2020)
for my daughter, 
Georgia






“Come Near Me” / Massive Attack – Ghost Poet
https://youtu.be/KY0TZQTwwbk






“There is...

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“Gods Like Men”



you the small men 
who war like gods

mystery that never was
in a likeness formed

through the mirrors
of the soul of God

a darkness
and a light 

the next star rising
after Sunset comes the Morning

you the small...

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I didn't have a chance to say goodbye,
to let you know how dear you are to me
and though my chance is gone, I still will try
the sadness that I feel won't let me be

You were...

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The Susan B. Anthony Few Know

By Elton Camp

In our day, Anthony is a person of note
Mostly in connection with womens’ vote
But name just one other thing she did do
Those who could do it are extremely...

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We had wringers on our washing machines, 
And four dialed numbers made telephones ring.
Transistor radios with only AM, 
Vineal records to play, and you could stack them.
And, Hope entertained during our wars.

We had Jack Benny,...

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Stuffing flags in the window
and calling it home
valuing our space
as our space!

Picking up rocks from the driveway
like when we were little
rescinding our past
like some nightmare of repitition!

Respecting each other
for what we couldn't accomplishment
and/or understand
a moment...

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TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ 
BRONTE INSPIRATION - COLLABORATION BETWEEN JAN ALLISON AND DARREN WATSON


Our courtship it continues at a gentle pace
Every time I see him my heart begins to race
Long walks in...

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PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION FIRST

Our courtship it continues at a gentle pace
Every time I see him my heart begins to race
Long walks in the country, late evenings by the fire
I really have discovered he is...

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We walk across meadow and moor 
Along tracks where horse and carriage once rode 
Treading paths where the poets of yore 
In search of inspiration once strode. 
Lilac and sage scented hedgerow 
Old stone wall...

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NB - familiarity with the pronunciation of the British place names in this poem is essential to comprehend some of the lines - and to ensure the tongue twisting effect in parts.

The Seven Siren Sisters...

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Why do I love Mr Rochester? Why do I think Jane Eyre should have fallen at his feet and worshiped him? Dear reader, it is for these few lines recorded below which he said to...

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Will you turn an ear to the haunted sound children
 Will you feel the beat of the human condition thrumming in your veins
 Taste the sadness and longing, begot by our own who suffer in...

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I’ve gone through some boring times,
they’re inevitable in life,
luckily, I can truly say,
that I’ve never faced real strife.
In fact the only moment
I ever felt great despair,
was as a teen in high school,
when force to read...

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We walk across meadow and moor 
Along tracks where horse and carriage once rode 
Treading paths where the poets of yore 
In search of inspiration once strode. 
Lilac and sage scented hedgerow 
Old stone wall...

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We walk across meadow and moor 
Along tracks where horse and carriage once rode 
Treading paths where the poets of yore 
In search of inspiration once strode. 
Lilac and sage scented hedgerow 
Old stone wall...

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"Broken Mirrors of Blue and Green"



There,
in the cracked reflection,
broken mirrors
shadow shades of
blue and green
There, 
the true soul
is conjured, 
twin seen
through 
shadow shades of
blue and green 

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)




"Golden Green" / Agnes Obel
https://youtu.be/WRLVINLlEVE



Blue & Green 
https://youtu.be/ubZhS-0l4wk








“I am not...

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Why did mares eat oats?
Mares ate goats!
And did does eat oats?
Nah! Dose oats never don' be eaten!
  And how did little lambs eat ivy?
  Little lambsy divy is what it is!

Just like Louie...

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We went to sleep for but a little while
 I met you in my dreams. 

You delivered to me 
all your stories
all throughout the little while 
all throughout the years. 




The Dilettante Diaries: “The Dream”

You...

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Today as I sauntered 'mongst the relics in the antique store,
My gaze was directed to an old Philco radio standing on the floor.
As I caressed its somewhat scratched and dappled finish,
Pleasant memories flooded my soul...

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Give me Heathcliff kind of love
That haunted Wuthering Heights
Obsessive, demented love
That spoke to her ghost at nights

The love that tore at her grave
To hold her close one more time
The love that lit up his face
Made...

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His wisdom did his happiness destroy,
Aiming to know that world he should enjoy;
And wit was his vain, frivolous pretense
Of pleasing others, at his own expense

          ...

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