Long Scours Poems

"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved...

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I was an avid, lifelong book lover, and I could read forever and a day,
Like the pleasing, scented lilacs, always and forever blooming in May.

Though my house was very disorganized, I would read where I...

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On a silver moonlit pillow’s blissful patch I dreamt nirvana 
verses for my sister Jay and our magic mutual bond,  that
gem-enhanced treasure chest, that life support as ironclad rampart 
for our twin psyche sparkle,...

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Until His Red-Heart Weeps

In his forest, the Indian avoided the trappings of the white men;
There his footfalls upon soft and clean, untouched virgin ground;
A place where his tired soul can finally reach ever deeper within;
Nature...

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Midst efforts to resolve a viral pandemic
Causing global illness and death epidemic
As we process the merits of our heartfelt fears
Mixed with worry, doubt, dread, anger, and sometimes tears
Let’s not forget about the virgin who conceived
A...

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To seek a twist that turns a soul, toward two open hands,
A street wise urchin scours the lanes, where likewise understands,
And so the circle quickly spins, back to the gutter place,
Where there’s no need of...

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lest ye seek alms
with outfaced palms
just imagine
how the lantern shone  
against the knees of Archelaus, 
and lit up the check-board pattern 
of the eleemosynary trousers

Fatigued civilian attires reasonable rhyme
challenging readers to dare themselves
question yours...

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Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories long back -
Tumbling like huffing little rain clouds
Down from the...

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My daughter does not touch me any more.
She used to come and kiss me every night,
And sometimes she would sit on my lap for a while,
But she has not even touched me for so long...

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Moonlight oft softens the summer night,
but comforts are few, in the deep of night
when winter arrives with its vicious bite,
and we shiver to see our world turned white.

Winter is cold, starkly black and white:
be it...

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I thought these white words like seering light
That jived my brain with alien meanings
To my pain were scandalously gone
I thought I would have to find a way to speak
Using silence as my native tongue
While I...

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Afternoon of Goodbye to His Time

A picture of my father,
When he was my age now. 
He sits in his office, 
and I am somewhere far away.
He writes in his cramped handwriting,
scours the books where he...

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Your indifference is the abandoned torch that scours old bridges,
Hiding in shadows the echoes of each tremulous and cold step.
Your wounds, coppery reliefs that lure me dishonorably,
Urge me to explore how I pretended, burning, turned...

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What is fear?
It clutches and binds you;
Its clinch constricts your conscience and gestures.
It degrades and damages you;
Its triumph abolishes your own proficiency to prosper.
It stops and holds you;
Its impeccable knack of holding you still is...

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Her arms laden with small garden tools and sweet scented flowers
She wanders into the graveyard, and treads the trodden path
Noticing the subtle differences given with the different hours
The gentle swaying of cobwebs after they are...

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I ran a string of lights across my roof they twinkled very nicely,
So I wrapped some trees out in the back, six of them precisely.

I hung a snowflake made of light in each window of...

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Don’t care whom it ravages:
this land was always Thine.
Circle wagons, shoot all savages,
and things are (once more) fine.
The Swaggarts, Bakkers and Miscaviges
will soon be judenrein.

For far too long we’ve been contrite.
The best of cleaners scours.
We’re...

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Tiny screams come wafting up and then just drift away,
As she scours down her bathroom, on a busy cleaning day.

Small voices in a panic; she hears them yell and screech,
While scrubbing down the place they...

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tomorrow’s a new day
when
this
night

will be forgotten
And
the light

and the might
of the eager armies
surging to war

we’ll have forgotten
what the fight had been for

and the wind whispers peaceful death
over grass reaching for height
and the moon in the morning...

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Drinking with Tood at StGeorge…

Lets drink to ole Tood Taylor, 
who was full of it,
Prisoner of the Japanese, 
had the scours just a bit,
So the Jap’s they had him a cooking ,
And the extra care...

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Ive never seen the mountains come alive
exuding breathe that smell of toxic gases
and heartbeats chocking red coal instead of blood
coal that flows to its floors
and burn instead of soothing
Ive never seen a painting of such...

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The nightfall comes, clouds the head,
Scours the earth,
Rouses widow’s dread.

Your feel the ashes swirling high,
Choking the breath,
Blinding the eyes.

Rolling thunder frightens all,
Harkening doom
And the coming fall.

We stand with friends, watch the spire
Of swirling smoke,
And searing...

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Rebel! My children, rebel! For the light 
Of day scours for a system not built,
But saved from the souls of politicians
Who are lost and will never seem to find
A means to a decision, instead delay
The...

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the rapture of a souls song plays out inside the mind
as she sits quietly reading in a late fall moonlight
trading the falling leaves for the keys to the kingdom of pain
she scours the printed page...

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THE GIRL WHO  SINGS IN  THE SHOWER

The girl who sings in the shower
does so to feel alive
so her vision doesn't get fogged up

in there
she let's her hair loose
and let's the water sprinkle down

with...

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