Long Rusk Poems

“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s dreams 
rust crumbles to dust

Virulent apathy spreads 
Betrayal’s destruction 
hand...

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The millisecond you take to read this word this second this poem is my seconds my minutes my life's time for you. 

For you 
to spend  a second 
     ...

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Charms of Dusk, 
A Pure Baptist touch, 
Display lurk of a rush plus battle scares
Of blood and rusk what have this man endure, 
Even, if this is a man or by luck a higher evolution...

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Darling, I’m thinking of getting implants.
Right fine, I was going to the gardening centre today, we can go together
No, silly, breast implants.
You already have two breasts.
I want bigger ones.
How much do they cost.
Eight thousand pounds.
What,...

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You’d recreate a military hero?
Macarthur, maybe? Nimitz? Pershing? Sherman?
Or would you choose a leader from the past?
Suppose you went for Mussolini – Nero –
(I can’t remember what they called that German):
but stuff like this is...

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“A Flowers Wilt”	

Witness the small existence 
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.

A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you, 
WAITING, 
Until you pick the...

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she heartily laughs as her mirth rings out
like teeth grinding on some piece of rusk;
sweetly she smiles and makes you think
you are the only focus of her attention;

she is the life of the party, casting...

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The Summer is slowly passing, and the green is dying,
The garden of flowers loses its color,
The white storks, slowly, slowly are being lost in the heights,
Tomorrow's world will be much duller.

The scent of the flower...

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I said to long ship of life,
Watch for strife,
And the splatter of besmirched blood,
Left stark in dry mud.
 
Some will plunder there,
Expecting nothing fair,
But a wisp of hysteria and despair,
That people need beware.
 
If I...

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if love was the shackle of humanity how would one illustration 
The pulse, the beat and cause and effect of sure a 
Phenomenon would one point this way? 
Laughter ache movement turns what turn a...

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Summer’s golden blade does thrust
its effervescent golden musk,
and into  wheaten fields’ did trust,
a volley of  ethereal rust, 
caught by tempered, evening gust

Cart and horse they trot out forth,
spilling damsels, on the stones,
clouds and...

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Over breakfast of tea, cheese and rusk,
I mused on the great guy, Elon Musk.
Faced with shoddy service
We shout, losing our bliss
And forget before day turns to dusk.
He’d buy the bad service
Lose none of precious peace,
Not...

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        Before The Day Turned Into Night

           Sun is down on shimmering glow.
   ...

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What is my best physical feature,
I look in the mirror and all I see is a sea creature.

Is it me bald head I ask?
But when is see me face it looks like a week old...

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