Long Scimitars Poems

Pasha Acremodios grew greedy,
discontented with the domain he dominated,
so he turned covetous eyes toward Farabia,
sending his soldiers to seize this ripened plum

Spoiling for a fight and fighting for spoils,
his army swept across Farabia
like a bloody...

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The Palace Guardiennes were the sultan’s delight,
resplendent in their tight uniforms
of scarlet and magenta silks,
embroidered with golden flowers,
with sterling silver scimitars in
ruby studded scabbards
hanging off lovely hips,
and boots and belts of finest faun-skin
and helmets topped...

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We've been here for an eternity
Walking amongst you,
You know us,
And what we're here to do.

I've died a hundred times,
Nearly a thousand years.
The first death,
On the Horns of Hattin
A time of scimitars and spears.
The last time...

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The Moon’s Yellow Eyes										
After: The King in Yellow by Robert Chambers 
					
Situations righted by the assassination in Sheepshead Bay (alibied with difficulty under earth’s single moon), I curl up on the windowsill hissing at the...

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Here I stand
with my Claymore, Agony
strapped to my back
and metaphysical forearm spikes
running up my arms,
     slanting towards my elbows.
Winds howl around me
    filled with knives of rhetoric
tearing at...

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A puddle of fish. A fountain. A silver dish. Never try to outpace a whale as they are particularly good at breaststroke. And please don't slam the lid on the peanuts in a tin as...

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You say you caught a miserable cold, child,
And mother won’t let you play?
“When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows”
Is just the tale for you today!

The silent meadow comes alive at dawn
With the songs of a hundred...

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Hanks of horse tail
Fractured hair
Slipping pegs    and
Rosin dust

Memories of these tunes
I used to play as a kid
Hadn't heard them in many years
One page each    or
Half-a-page
In this book with a...

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Standing before an invisible army, 
The boy stands watching from behind their hidden lines,
Peering into their smiling cheeks and jowls.
Returning the smirking favor, he holds up his electric hands,
Whose dendrites trickle lightning from his metaphysical...

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Pavement cafe, nine fifteen cradling a coffee (as you do)
from my left the china doll with clicking heels strode into view.
Tempting lips kissy-kissed with crimson, cheeks caressed
with  blush, and poreless,
painful teasing made those scimitars...

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Lame sunrises and midday sunsets
Fangs in words and perils in laughters
Sweet archs of smiling fires and silky shouts in talking forests 
I come from the bitter of cobstones paved down the coalfield 

Broken lutes and...

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Come fly with me
said she
One good tern
deserves
another
And did I so yearn
with her to share 
the air

Up we soared
and down we roared
between the sea's deep blue
and sky's paler hue
Between the waves’ white spray
and clouds high away

As...

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a sparkling expanse, lapping the horizon,
crinkled by the weight of torrential bright

the airborne eye, squinting,
catches sight of a flotilla,  
parallel, bloodless gashes on liquid lapis, 
pointy beaks gently pecking docile waves,   ...

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Are your eyes made from the surging debris from the scintillating stars?
Are your voice made from the tranquil tune from the guitars?
Are your fingers been forged and formed in the God's altar?
Are your sense of...

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Let Genesis speak of light with arcane vocabulary,
Shafts of dawning, worms of glowing,
Splitting through the black night-capped skull,
Pale scimitars of drizzle painting winds blowing.
Now the storm had died away, mere twitching left,
Nerves of branch and...

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Watch them on this Summer’s night –
They hunt and sleep upon the wing,
Scything through the fading light
With high-pitched screams – they never sing.

High in the humid air they sail
Like scimitars, their swept-back wings
A sooty brown...

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