Long Shawled Poems

Ghosts of Christmas Past

I do not fear the ghosts
of my Christmas past.
My yearly visit with each one
is a gift
a present
for this one day

I drive out to Lantzville Beach
and bring my dog along
My mother loved dogs...

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Mosque cowed covenant I keep Putin off...

and withheld broadcasting
the following communication
tucked away these many years,
when president number forty five
donned, jump/kick started, and tweeted
thru his musky, albeit flabby mantle,
a rallying cry forewarning onset of Mag(m)a
bubbling, gurgling,...

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That Ancient Darkside of All Hallows’ Eve Past

As in the fabled medieval times of centuries in the deep past,
It’s time once again to celebrate the hidden ugly horror that
Seeks to infest and devour all human...

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As in the fabled medieval times of centuries in the deep past,
It’s time once again to celebrate the hidden ugly horror that
Seeks to infest and devour all human souls in this new century. 

Be warned...

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Moss Cowed Covenant I Keep Putin Off...

For preservation, salvation,
and veneration, though with hold
ding temptation two mike
pence sieve lee clear,
to immoral majority mold
toot hoods, (those bajillion
Americans unanimously polled)
did want me to broadcast, communicate,

and declare, sans mock...

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Part 3:          AT HEAVEN’S GATES

To set Her free from destiny was far from my design,
but, though unplanned, I touched Her hand to give Her peace of...

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As we departed for a long journey,
My heart punned with jocundity,

Had heard a lot about its beauty,
But didn’t know, will ‘be welcomed so haughtily,

As I propelled on non-native soil,
It seemed so preposterously royal,

Still there, ah...

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Softly touching deep cords vibrate within,
The song within my heart with golden notes begin.

As sadness flows trickling In Cello magic,
Soul's storm It Is flowing In Violin tragic.

Like a river babbling wild free,
The heart has no...

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The river courses, its currents speed
      as it carves the land; pushes against the mud, 
the long grasses bending over the dark deep 
light blue-brown.
     ...

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Please do not convince me of my ignorance or naivety.
Naive to the cynic, the sun sets on my faith and all my eyes see.
Eyes see bright visions of dusk's inner beauty wrapped in sacred shawl.
The...

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softly touching (I feel a stir...)
upon keys
a piano speaks
in cello
fluttering chords
tugs strings 
deep within
(a deep tingling sensation within...)

sadness flows (My eyes tracing...)
dancing with emotion
feelings flowing
a river
joining hearts
flowing an ocean
in salted emotions
(a focused soul with open...

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i feel love 
those words 
hold my tongue
to touch 
stroking upon chords
soul moving
softly whispering
in a breeze

a shawled echo
held deep iside
sweetest music
caressing upon
the strings
touching sands
of one
deepest ocean
love begins
to shine

in you
my direction
sailing emotions
cry out 
a name
dancing feelings
growing...

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A bouquet of the vestiges of our gall
An aroma that we all parade
With an essence we can't abate
One day it shall encompass us all
For we are inevitable to the fall
And that sinewy scent gives us...

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Shawled against 
the damp night chill,
she waits
slumped low, 
crumbled
in her favorite chair.
Old and tired 
she waits.
Eyes, once bright, 
cast a milky stare 
blind to all 
but distant memories 
and moments carved 
treasured wooden dolls 
faces...

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