Long Shalott Poems

Anxious, chained at the barrier hither
Musings take hold of my existence
Unsure whether I am an individual or a species
Do I contain contradictions in these multitudes

In a universe beyond my window
As the Lady of Shalott confronts...

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S   Porcupines of daylight shoot quills of crawling tint
 P      ruffled flashes pull me in swamps of anxieties
 L       I hide my...

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"The Familiar"



Softly ever so Softly 
on hardened paws
Nemesis 
follows the 
Red Apple 
scent of 
Her sword
 
a peony pink pocket flushed
velvet violent violet viola 
playing
warm honey dripping 
from the pocket 
it buzzes 
as if with...

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Flight Of Fancy
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"The Psychopomp’s Embrace" 

No judgement 
from the fallen 

unseen angels 
credited 
with scores to 
safely harbour 
lost passing ships 
that crush souls 
in dark night
ferrying love 
the precious token
of graces sorely paid, 
the return, a...

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The Princess of Shalott               
Inspired by The Lady of Shalott by John William Waterhouse

Tucked in the overgrown forest
Deep in the woods...

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"50 Words for Poe: Doppleganger"




Dearest Lily,

It has been some months now that you have been Silent
there has been an episode at the Asylum

I wander how you fare.
Fox Glove has escaped this time 
in the season...

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Do you see me in my fleeting forms,
In my moments painted with ephemeral hues,
With the posture of masks and affectation on stage,
Playful in jewelry that glitters vacantly,
Shyly heralding the yearned-for scents of summer,
An entire carnival,...

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Eyes of the ancients, wise and unchanging,

Silken strands fall and flow upon the warmth of the thriving lines of youth.
 
The warmth of life and love abounding an soaring with the four winds,

And the remembrance...

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   Awake on a numb dark night he wonders--
      tired cells of his existence blazing
  on fiery topanga in crushed slumber.
      Anxious,...

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Two young lovers in wakeful bed,
Love-talking after they were wed,
His arm a pillow for her head,
Remembered words, poetry said,
     Old tales retold of Camelot.
Learned the artistic jewel
Years before in grammar school;
Unwinding...

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Do you like me for my form
And my cosmetic moments
With their conceits and affectations,
Bejewelled with glittering gewgaws,
Hinting at the scents of summer,
All show but no substance,
Holding back the acrid stench of death?
For you ,my beauty...

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The Lady of Shalott



When turbulence in water sounds,
And darkness of night mounds,
An aura of loneliness surrounds,
And heart in the chest pounds,
Lady of Shalott stands on the roof of castle,
Can see him from far sail in...

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Darkened Doorways


He’d walked this trail in dreams before
sniffed hungrily at each locked door
across the country shore to shore
from rocky coasts to mountains core
felt the populations sigh
huddling in fear of breaking dawns
their children used as rulers...

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The mornings create renewed hope
As lovers make plans to elope
And friends discover how to cope
Which contours a kaleidoscope
Of vibrantly affected dreams
Delightful colored potentials
From wondrous heavenly angels
Removing cruel, harsh troubles
Reassuring lost self-esteem

The afternoons bring enriched faith
The...

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 Tennyson's form from The Lady of Shalott 

I sing my fame ignoring grace
as I meet vict’ry face to face.
Defying prudence to efface
the pride of getting letters placed.
My personal Tower of Babble,
a chance to boast,...

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My tortoise shell smells sour still-
no bracing wind here pricks my eyes;
no fake hellos or how are yous;
no one to tell me what I'm not.

My cell's walls harder than an oyster's case.
   ...

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Upon the tragedy we now embark
with silken scarves tied loosely 'round our mouths
down rivers algae ridden to impart

the when's, the why's, the where's and then the how's.
We slick our hands upon the river's skin
and stand...

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Fire kissed you lay your ivory skin aglow
beneath the gaslight from the cheery floral globe
marooned in innocence he died not long ago
and left you to wear a ring and coal black robes.
Drained of emotion, still...

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The First Lady Of Dark Woe-Begone


Aisha was the first Lady of Woe-Begone

So greedy for her light to be shone

Never afraid to go it so very alone

Words sung often with a saddened tone

Sweet conceit and vanity...

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I look towards the foaming sea		
The clouds go by, the wind runs free		
I stand upon the tremblin’ quay		
And wonder now where you could be	
I call your name but all in vain. 		
The crashing waves encroach...

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In twilight’s chill, there wafts the sad lament
of one whose Camelot will be her doom.
She drifts - like fall to winter - to her death.

She whispers, as her candle light is spent,
“Oh, Lancelot, this boat...

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Giant spider playing in this warlock’s game
Crawled out of mirror and called out Lady’s name
She was askance, fearful and sick.
What kind of magic was this trick?

The spider gave her an arrogant glance
We’ve got to hurry...

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