Long Shifter Poems

Part 5

They continued to fry under a blistering sky
    With little water to stifle the heat.
When the Hippo put forth, "Considering our course,
    We have entered the waters of...

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My sweet mother of pearl struck a ruby eyed reef. 
Then quickly sank into the deep, just shy of the cay of life. 
Don't remember much about her,
Daddy never had much to say... about the...

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All things that glow and move,
all things that change and pass,
I gather their delight
as in a burning-glass;
Judith Wright

The Queen's Conjurer
1.
'Given to magic and uncanny arts'
'Art mathematical' to make strange works
 Genius of movement artificial
Mechanical scarab...

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Old Cars
By Franklin Price
07/17/2020

Old cars were the best cars
A place for teens to play
Bench seats all the way across
No seat belts in the way

Three speed on the column
No shifter on the floor
No storage in the...

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I don’t           fit        into      society
C        ...

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I want to tell you the story of my life . . . 

I am a Shape Shifter and a Traveller, a girl of a different species,
In a moment, I can become anything I think...

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The rise of the moon charges the air and calls out to the undead. My eyes open to 
see only darkness in my resting place.

I stir slowly as the desire of hunger courses through my...

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The aged gypsy woman speaks,
A curses ancient spell, a dark ruins incantation,
From ages long ago,
Beneath the full moons illumination, a single red
Drop of human blood is spilt,
Upon the blossoming wolf bang, turning
It velvet shin to...

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Love has many faces; takes many wildly varied forms 
A  shape-shifter of the heart she leads us a merry dance, 
Giggling girlishly from behind a golden mask...
One moment she is a capricious imp, 
Pinching...

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A lifeless corps dragging his feet through the dirt, 
the wet sludge sloshing through his toe’s,
He lifts his head and looks to the people running past in a blur,
As the sweat drips from his forehead,...

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Can eyes truly see and witness the real me that gain fake smiles of lies?
Eyes to behold behind these masks of fantasy to see how cast I am,
far from the sight of reality.
But you only...

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April arrives on a whispering breeze,
An artist’s touch upon the trees.
Violets and tulips paint fields in bloom,
Their colors chase away winter's gloom.

For its Spring's grand stage, her radiant hour,
When the earth awakens in petals and...

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Seven speed shifter, psyche developer 
                       Driver of this life's gifts 
 ...

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MY heart rate raced as I sat and marveled at
this machine. A Cervelo S-5 carbon Bicycle.
This must be a dream! 

So Aerodynamic and efficient with a stream
lined design. With a DI-2  shifter that shifts
precisely...

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Moon In Auburn


As the stars were heaped upon a mantles Shangri-La
The miniature toy town beneath its cape 
Quiet hung in yellow golden windows lit
So silent in the dales and woods blanket
The dog fox cry echoed...

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SHAPE SHIFTER
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Whiter than the bright
Light at the dawn of the day
Like an angel I fly
... High across the skies

A giver of life where I can
Amidst the dying bands
God's healing hand
To suture broken lands

Nobility fluorishes as...

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I see the stage is set, ready for me to act out my fantasies
I’m not happy, even in my own world; suicidal tendencies
How I would love this world to crumble, smash me to bits!
I am...

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Sadness is so seductive, intimate, familiar.
I've lived with it a long time.
It envelopes you in a warm coat of longing.

Sadness allows you to be tender and vulnerable without being revealing.
Sadness allows you to hide, to...

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1
Sunday, an overarching day both raw edge conduit and 
coarse grain shelter for that soul in torment,
it’s when psyches plagued by doubt face those  
sudden twists and turns we call bizarre,
thoughts of the macabre...

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On strange days
like these
baking cookies
is an arcane art.
 For it is winter outside
how we transform
the inside
into mystic summer.

For i know the golden ratio.
i have surrounded
myself with graduated cylinders
that recall the lore
of  cups and ounces.

Retorts...

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Integrity feeds autonomous Ego-identity
as
Diversity waters interdependent Eco-serenity,

Hope for peace
built through commitment
to economic-ecological Win/Win co-relational green
icons for Public Health
through privately nutritious wealth,
co-operatively invested.

EarthMom mentored me,
inviting me to taste
emerging EgoIdentity
co-acclimating
creolizing metamorphic womb-transubstantiation,
synergetic internal/external communion economics
with public DNA...

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Tired fingers drummed on bound leather,
white knuckled mountains held a fire post
high, giving away his position to everyone 
that drove by. A radio hums nervously,
keeping pace with the sore jointed thrumming…
but just barely. Heavy blankets...

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Backyard Mechanic
by Bob Moore © 2019

I’m a guy of the ‘60’s and ‘70’s, a Ford man, or a Holden or two
we didn’t bother with garages, if the car broke, we knew what to do
We only...

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I was embarrassed for my gold-finding prowess was slim to none.
I lived alone, in a mushroom hut, built sloppily for one.
My leprechaun relatives were braggarts, and blowhards and mean.
The things they said to put me...

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I am a proud Satanist and Luciferian/
I'm not like any of them/
I'm the one grain/
That stands out from them all in my religion/
Violent is not my middle name/
Stupid is not my middle name/
Stupidity is my...

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