Long Scraggy Poems

If there is life there 
must be an encounteration.
Even the moons and 
the suns, all get to return 
back if they passed 
to their eventual 
transportation. The morning
lights shunned and pass 
like flying clouds. When...

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We came walking blind bends at dusk, 
An overhanging fig picked fresh.
No pavements, just a nervous trust 
that drivers would skirt our single line.

Hugging the roadside with torches lit, 
Phones swung glowing to the ground...

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"Ronnie, honey,"Do you really believe that's it all about the numbers as far as our
God is concerned?" Asked her concerned husband, Bob.

"Yes, Bobby, sweetie  pie, I really do and boy oh boy Tommy, you...

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On the brow of manhood I bore you
Dreaming of a successor to my throne
Invested wind and echo full of dew
Native prince, that was ever all I own
Knowledge and experience to make
Wealth out of nothing, like...

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African sun

African sun African sun,
The sun that differed
from any sun in the world.
You kill and scorch all the disable
Creatures in African world.
You're a paradigm during all
arid complicates.
You torture and wallop 
By your excess heat because
We're...

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Before that day splashed  everything with light
I  played in solitude with cuddly clouds
And watched them form changing figures, blight
The sky or bring the sobbing sludge of rain,
      ...

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Wired mortal from the English Art
Banished from his home, spotted from a distance
Noble amongst scrawling African inscriptions
First veneration of mystical minds
Take a bow, take a bow.

Obliterating deliberate disregard 
From interrupters of our histories, 
With trophies,...

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Skirting church on Puig de Missa,
then down the slope towards the river,
St Eularia's Rui, with path that winds on to the sea.
Past the smelly goats, where poking little
fingers get nibbled, and goat-dribbled
through the fence. 

Billy...

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Again these men comes to mind,
Paid to say yes and nay,
Lame duck,

Canker, queer rapscallion minds
Incorrigible,
Political impostors detached from the humdrum of street cries
Maggots in honor
Damp squib temples of legislators
Dishonorable honorable,
Rotund circles of rascals
Fellows fit for...

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The fog, it clings the heavens low,
a damp and murky sight
Where creaking branch and fears bestow,
this chilly autumn night

The path it winds, a serpentine,
a' slither 'long the way
As shadows dance a drastic scene,
in silhouette...

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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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like a grumpy ogre the twisted old tree stood guard
notched scraggy boughs reached out in fierce surety
naught had ever compromised its task
in its dutiable charge

the primeval stone held fast the blade
proud and righteous Caliburn
its hilt...

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Now, I have been thinking 
I have had a few scrapes.......... 
Ticked a few chaps off 
Ships sinking 
Harmless japes! 
Am I getting soft? 

The pirate chaps were great! 
Landed me ashore, 
with sacks full...

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it was past midnight when werewolf stepped in,
through creaking door of derelict dungeon,
half moon lit the scraggy forest around,
amongst decapitated trees Owl’s sound!

foot prints guided his destination quest,
ground was soggy that slugs chose to infest,
he...

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Strange that you should ask about it
For I, since I left the contentment of my ignorance
It was the flowers that made me flit
Everywhere and drunk with their sweet fragrance

An urge in me answered their beauty
What...

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Come with me now to far Knoxwood, or Canterbury
Wild place, and find again the quiet grove and tree
The bees in the lilac buzzing their antidote for misery
And fancy brimmed like a honeycomb with its glee.

Come...

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From seed to sapling it grew non-stop
On the tall majestic Mountain’s top
It spread its boughs and sank its roots
Deep into it’s fertile boots
But fear it did, though strong and stout
“What if the rains cease an’...

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Missouri Winter 
 
Passing in tall grasses of winter meadows, 
Brisk winds of cobalt blue skies; 
The bite of pure cold stinging our cheeks, 
A feeling of contentment in our souls. 
 
  ...

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It is a mighty river
Galloping like wild horses over the stones
Tumbling in torrents from sparkling thrones
White with the majesty of the sky.
I saw it rushing, leaping, laughing
Around bends, carving its presence
On the massive body of...

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Every week day, same time, same bus, he is there, and I’m careful not to stare
But I can’t take my eyes off his curly shoulder length hair, hopelessly wondering

A face not popularly handsome, but such...

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Some will tell you,
that we hold a paper flower
in an endless night - who knows?

Some will say
only our dreams are awake
- who can tell?

Do we ride this cosmic river
in a leaking boat,
or are we all...

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Il Pleut

It rains torrentially
after long drought and disorder;
it rains drenching the empathetic
scraggy soil of the heart
it rains moistening the rocks of anger
crags of revenge and cracks of depravity
it rains covering the jealous holes with purity
healing...

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On a high and scraggy cliff above the soggy sea
There, there my memory drifts, to find the things
That so enamored me. A gull aloft in silent glee
Upon the eye, happy longings and wonder brings
And a...

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Over a bottle of Stolichnaya vodka
And slices of kalbasa…. and cold breeze 
Of first September, you proudly spoke to me 
Of Lenin; we sat beneath the apple tree.

I disagreed not, with your thoughts
Neither, I agreed....

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I wait in all the crummy
little barrooms of the soul.
I look about and sniff the air,
drink, and wait.
In the demi-world of honky-tonks,
which vie against night's
inner gloom, beneath mantles
of thick smoke, pinches,
slurred speech and propositions,
I leer...

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