Long Rosaries Poems

“Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep”

Following the Babel paths,
where footprints progress
like rough-hewn braille,
temptation shows itself well deep
to be turned and touched,
substantially labyrinth

The Open 
is lead  
further in, and...

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No! you weren’t born
to be beaten
raped
chained to a life  bloodstained  ingrained with pain
wordless  worthless  voiceless  choiceless  

No! you can’t live
being beaten
raped
chained to a life  profaned  restrained ...

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"Cherish Armour"


She 
wears 
Her armour,

LOVE -

draped like chain mail
shields You 
with Her heart

When She is drowning
She will throw You to the sure
safe for Your future

And She will cry of lost children 
morbid oblivion, 
damnation and...

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{ emo music inspired poem }

ELEPHANT WOMAN 

She is Elephant Woman 
you cannot hide from her
in houses of brick or glass or 
lined velvet curtains
whether it sits on Signal Hill
or in Newlands bourgeois class 
cannot...

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UNDERBELLIES


What underbelly is this 
          containing quiet grasping greed for
my magical sword gifted to me by St Michael ?
       What...

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The world had caved in on me once again and I counted the pressure

looked outside and felt sad unbalanced restless and torn from myself

Wild winds were brewing and surfing the waves seemed out of question

sand...

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"At the Seat of the Catacombs of Amygdala"



 
"...the curse ruled from the underground down by the shore
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before..." The Curse



Violet Black the night is...

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"The Chalice of Murdered Crows"





How many moonbeams
would it take to overflow 
my chalice bathe me naked
dew kissed diamond glistening
bare skin freedom feet seeking
my missing, slow dancing lover’s athamé


How many sunbeams
would it take to burn 
your...

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The 36% Poem

I recall going to the stained-glass church as a child 
and wishing the Jesus statue would move, that he would
just step down from that hanging cross and walk among us,
casting droplets of healing...

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I think the beauty in living comes along when we shirk our heavy coats
And our white-knuckle approximation of old, flake-away skin, which we have
Stapled back onto ourselves—
The faces we’ve taught everyone to believe:
Just dumb enough...

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War World II was raging over this
southern Italian town* spared by a miracle...
a deluge that suddenly occurred: 
a night of blasting sounds, of rising flames 
as American planes bombarded its buildings;
the Nazis fled to occupied...

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"I beg You, show me Your glory," Moses said
but God snuck past, back-turned, revealing not His glorious head
Moses didn't know they had to wait for God Incarnate, instead
for God's glory -- no mistaking!

“Glory to God...on...

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the end nears with Jesus and witches

let us hope there are no more glitches

little baby wears a mask in the manger

conceived socially distant without danger

no Golgotha crowd but liked tweeted clips

zoom calls for blurring out...

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Saint Govan’s Chapel

They stood with their raincoats and rubber boots at the top of the cliff

Clothed in anger and fear they braced the elements and honoured the Saint

A hermit had lived in a fissure hewn...

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Tim had all the necessary ingredients right next to his ancient burner


Shark teeth dangling from a sunken necklace at the cutting edge but

The amulet had turned into chains and shackles grinding the chef’s mind

A lost...

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Hail Mary, full of grace,
               the Lord is with you.
The Lord is with me too.
He whispers in loud soothing words
 ...

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Funeral in 1963


Beveled dusty cracked glass shielding Mother Mary enthroned,
Amidst flying angelic devotions atop whipped clouds of icy air,
Enslaved by an antique miracle made manifest in stained blood,
With silent invisible memorized prayers uttered in ancient...

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Deep in the darks of the ancient tomb
where smoky white whispers drape the walls like tapestries of silence
where succulent temptation meets the hunger of desire
where the Sirens arise from their treasure rooms
is where we thirsty...

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The Translucent Loft

The girls choir at St. Mary’s still sings there.
Shh, be quiet as we step inside
through these green rectangular doors,
Shh! Listen... 
We can hear them up there, 
in the translucent loft.

They are still cloistered...

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Dreams frolic
  in the basket of the mind.
    Like Easter eggs on Sunday grass,
       pastel hands for slowing time.
      ...

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You remind me of sleep.
A nap on the cool tile
That makes the heat rush
Out of my cheeks
In all shades of 
Red and pink.

You remind me of rest.

You remind me of the feel of scented blankets.
Rough...

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Taking the Life of Innocents

A cold, Wisconsin dawn....
The children, burrowed under thick blankets and yawned.
Mother reminded them it was time for Sunday Mass!
“Bring your best  rosaries, made of rainbowed, crystal glass!
Obedient children, they dressed...

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I was encompassed within the sullen lust
Of gentrified prepositions

Incomplete adjectives layer the magnitude of
My emptied valor

I became entrenched in the touch
The smile
The tears
Of wistful elegance

This onyx cry
Now turns into an everlasting echo

I sing to these...

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"In My Heart"



In my heart 
the dark and light
In my mind 
freedom rides

A glossary 
of worlds
where white prayer books
long shelved are recalcitrant doves

held in the palms
rosaries bleed a 
different meaning
when lips kiss beads

not real feeling
just...

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Written: August 13, 2023
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When Neptune nostalgic—sighs
Weave ruffled rosaries of brocade ink,
Bleeding from blackberry wrinkles,
In torrential time cascading link.

I wonder if herculean eyes
Of my ear, then my heart,
Are afraid of being abandoned,
By electric Rhapsody of art.

Life's...

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