Long Salamanders Poems

It said "Listen now and listen well, you who looks upon what's mine:
The ground between the aureole round the ring of tree and vine.

You look upon a fairy ring and stand before it in this...

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I was fed a brain scorpion tonight.
Small sting...  but a cute glimmer of the things to come.
Hypodermic needle pinning point blank on my frontal lobes-  
and other places deep and hidden between the...

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I was fed a brain scorpion tonight.
Small sting...  but a cute glimmer of the things to come.
Hypodermic needle pinning point blank on my frontal lobes-  
and other places deep and hidden between the...

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Bone Lady. 

Pippa Gray

If you have come for romance, please leave.
Follow the fireflies and they will lead you 
back through the woods, to your manmade path.
There is no sweetness or solace here. 
I am a...

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Combining the words “Fianna” and “Bard”, I give you the warrior-poet clan of the Fiard. 
Also, a fiard is an inlet of the sea with low banks on either side, common along the Gulf of...

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WHO IS THE GIANT OF THEM ALL

Animals or humans, who is the giant of them all?
Bearing a two sheathed wings, the Hercules Beetles
crash the Titans (beetle)  growing more than six inches.
Down the dirty waterways...

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EVERYTHING PAINTS SEVEN...
                        COSMIC SEVEN !

      ...

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From dawn to dusk I move around,
On the loose sands and gravel mound,
With bare foot and tanned skin
Dry lips and cracked chin,
My drooping eyes and thirsty throat,
Desperately looking for a moat,
Wearing a grubby skirt and...

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Without kabbalah, simply
                    and so...
           ...

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There are no truly blue flowers. 
No, not one. 
Hydrangeas or tulips can be green,
an odd color for flowers, I think.
Brown ones are dead. 
Brown and green are the colors of human eyes though,
and blue...

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Scavenging squirrels search for acorns, scratching old stumps from trees. 
Scampering up my sugar maple, they steal my bird feeder seeds. 
Sleepy salamanders wake from their slumber to search on slippery stones for a spider...

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It's day seven hundred and......... well forgive my demented memory, at least you get the idea
Dreams crave to once more take hold of this insomnia
Its nothing less of a miracle that i still breath the...

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I

the fallen, brown, dead and decaying; 
covering mats nature’s mother been laying
arteries swollen by spring’s overflow 
will funnel life to all that must grow

flowers in hues of reds, whites and blues
articulate how do you do
brilliant...

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Blackness occupied blackness.
Like it was the world.
Yet there was more.

A chink of light.
As bright as creation.
It grew till it had form.
A line that grew into a rectangle.
Bright as life.

Bigger and bigger till things could be...

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A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive.
The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log
and complicated cover which I lowered)
of rich redwood...

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A stream flows by the ancient oak, a steadfast soul remains,
A heart of the forest, a living log, a cover that still sustains.
The redwood of old growth, a verdant menagerie,
Simple in its English name, yet...

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Enough of golden daffodils, romance and paths not taken
Let's lend poetic airing to a subject quite forsaken.
An opportunity's emerged to give a little plug
To that much lambasted creature called the common garden slug.
Though snails have...

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There lies a location with an Emerald Doorway
leading to a shared past.
Waiting for it's own children to visit.
We slipped thru the portal again this summer,
Jacquie, I and another child, her son Joe.
Immediately, I sensed decades...

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FROMTHIS2THAT


Biscuits and gravy
Salads and snot
Chicken fried salamanders
The clams and mussels 
The oysters	the army 		marines and the navy
No such relief will be brought
Delusions of Grandeur
The dankness in disparity 	the putridity
The slackened standards
Oh the wasted cognation 
The...

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Gathered as a swarm of bees,
He stands poised with swollen knees,
Squinting forcefully towards fleeting
Dreams, beyond the dreadful, scum sucking

Incumbants, bathing in their own excrement.
Eyes opaque like a hard boiled egg;
Squishy, bleeding yoke chased
By morbid impulses...

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Adapting around. 


Salutations to the salamander which is an extraordinary being; 

It can live in water it's whole life like a fish or walk on land both life giving; 

they have normally four toes on...

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Cattails grow up out of my muck
taking root in  the mire on my bottom

creeping along in my soft blue clay,
shooting up in long cylindrical spikes
with a velvety fruit, encouraging

red-winged black birds to nest, feed,
caw...

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O wisdom flowith high with the whiskers of the sun
Grace it with a fleshed hand, that will not wilt like these parched flowers
become a friend to the sky and ask it all it secrets
pray it...

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The woods burn dark with heat.
The tree's have broad tops
That are sharp and winged.

As if they were named Ariel.
Green moss drips yellow water
Drop by drop.

Inside out their curved beards.
Old and new are entwined, together
Apart, as...

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dawning of a new day
or close of a day already spent
we feel an excitement 
matters not, matters not
we are but a passersby
we're here for an instant
 and we are gone for an eternity
if we think...

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