Long Sepulchered Poems

Land of Graves

A land of graves makes for quiet neighbors.  
He who blessed or cursed extant thereupon remains 
Shall suffer little disturbance at the will of his resting countrymen.  
The deep silence of...

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After many cold winters, they met again, 
Under the poplar tree on a starry moonlit night.
Though they had planned it over many a time,
It came to fruition after such long lapse of years. 

Once they...

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I dained that I'd distress the Dutch,
Refrain the French with such - and - such.
'Gainst Germans I'd my victory forge,
Churchillian chants in Cheddar Gorge.

Send Poles packing from our building site,
Put the Belgians - bang -...

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When At Her Sepulchre I Heard Her Ask

From her sepulchre she sent her calls
or was it from my darkest midnight walls.
Yet in those calls, mixed was love and hate
and many mysteries of angry Fate.

Some nights...

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Alone in this dark room of solitude,
My breathe, I held as if today will be my last,
I watched the death of an inspired ray in my eyes,
And the birth of the pang killing me from...

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When I pass by her courtyard
And the crypt where she lies, 
Strange as it may sound to you
I hear her muffled cries.

I know for her its harder
Being away from me, 
Sepulchered in this graveyard
Where she's...

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Atop old Penistone 

From bumpy stony track to peak the summit
No ledges, drops from which to plummet
A quarried mound that boasts sweet heather 
Loyal and strong despite the weather

The climb to top, a meagre stroll
But...

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I ride by it 'most every day- the ghost
	that once stood real upon that lovely hill,
		with winding creek, a sprawling velvet lawn
			and pillared, wrap-around, fine spindled-porch
with wide front doors that led inside my home.

My home,...

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Love-bonding moments midst fortifying faith-triumphs
     Etched in my heart’s veins…
Warm fellowships midst tear-filled mirth
     Distinctly carved within my soul’s chamber---
Blessed family huddling around contentment bounty 
 ...

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Broken and wounded with a bleeding heart,
And still gasping for breathe,
She forced out a smile and muttered something,
But that wasn’t my name,

An identity

The name sounds strange,
Undeniably, I was the only one there with her.
She asked,
“Will...

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She sits by the window for her morning crossword
Coffee cup in hand struggling to find a buzzword
The fresh air carries melodies so pleasantly heard
Yet still she feels somewhat like a jailbird
Is there anything more absurd

Streaking...

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I have so many buried memories,
        oh, beloved sepulchered recollections;
      and there is a song that haunts me,
     ...

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Sepulchered Memories

In an hour of my life, I have deemed what is appropriate.
I chose my remnants not bounded by earth presence, for
the shiny box that serves to entertain lives once known,
will someday, come crashing all...

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Against wild dogma and feathery wit,
Shall your sound idioms and wisdom
Outshine fickle folios of mortal sages;
Proving verity in its irrepressible form.

Your arresting dictums shall outshine
Obtuse hallowed tomes devoid of life, 
Which erudition’s minions kissing die;
Sepulchered...

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My broken dreams I buried in depth of dismay
under the distal dust of creeping twilight hour,
as the faces I adored drifted away far
and faded at the obscure edge of empty mind.

The pallet of life I...

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For a daring young hiker, Ellen Cole,
sudden downfall of rain blocked clear light
and a small cave became her warm, dry hole.

For months to come, no daylight fell, 
her woodsman-husband labored and lined
that same cave with...

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