Long Sibyl Poems

The Picture of Dorian Gray: Paint Me As An Event
The Picture of Dorian Gray, a decent fanciful novel by Irish writer Oscar Wilde, published in 1890. The novel, the only one written by Wilde, had...

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Ah...Satisfactorily Succumbing Into Salubrious Sleep

Aye sandman, I surrender to yar supreme governance
surreal spectacular soiree gifts subconscious sphere
soothing (analogous to natural palliative), ah...REM
member nought, asper exquisite entertaining cerebral
kaleidoscope replete with nonpareil visual trappings

aesthetically tantalizing unforgettable..., but...

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The sixty-year reunion
of the class of '55
was quite a celebration
for the ones who had survived...

First came prissy Pomeroy-
then Milford, Meeks, and Moody
who like old crows, perched and cawed
at busty old Miss Trudy

While Trudy curled her...

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"50 Words for Poe: Sibylline"




Hush your mind



In ancient Persia 
Her sands
drift through your divination hands
Through Her dark mirrors,dethroned now 
Xerxes,you stand before Her naked 
Clairsentient seeps Her ancient wisdom 
Her opium gift to you



Elusive, Her...

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Surrealist’s funeral is held in the air,
yet, his coffin is not carried by a supersonic speed plane 
flying through the open sky—altitude higher than the stratosphere,
gazing at the sun or a blimp drifting away, in...

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Reviewing mine writings of yore...

(today February nineteenth
two thousand and twenty two)
helps me to become more adept
crafting literary endeavors.

Remembrance of past circumstances
and/or happenstances,
which trials and tribulations
(particularly warm fuzzy memories)
brings to cobweb riddled mind
a quaint uncomplicated existence,
where...

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please lemme know and honestly profess
if profusion of words create a lingual Loch Ness
(when hens canst come home to roost
   especially, encountering 
   the following conglomeration
   in matthew scott...

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The proverbial victim immortalized forever
Seeing Prince Charming when you gazed into his eyes, but, beyond your 
delusion stood Satan himself fantasizing about how he was to devour your flesh.
Sibyl's true love for Dorian did not...

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An Atlas slugged hanging from his foot by a noose of his own makings                protocols of destruction these consider themselves...

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Buried in an avalanche you
might see on "Hoarders buried alive"
back and foreground
white sheet with limited pay per view,
nonetheless sky scraping heap

(Uriah not kid) nsync with a 'U'-
shaped tube anchored securely thru
solid wood - sporting
towering, leaning,...

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A pure-hearted soul, a floating shining spirit,

The honest power to make someone clearest,

A natured life, where all suffer and feel,

But yet, the strongest must have no fear,

The passion the connects us all might disappear,

But only...

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The gods’ privilege is never to die,
the men’s tragedy is most die 
at some point in time of their life’s cycle.

The gods’ tragedy is gods can never die,
the men’s privilege is to die when time...

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any superstitious peasants 
out there tonight
TV junkies gossipy groupies
smooth talking saxophonists
am I talking too fast
for couple's therapy
uh oh here comes
another scar on my head
the optimist would say
the scar of opportunity
fortunately digression is an art
that never...

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What Fallen Apple Dare One Take Sweet Bite

What value an oracle that denies
Time and Fate both join to join, to create
rich dessert with man's miserable lies
and dish it all up on a dirty plate.

What steady...

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Had time be for leisure, 
The orchard's shade shall serve its purpose. 
Were it be for the stretches of time - 
Our loins shall melt in rhythm. 

Had she be forgiven, this moment, 
For despair...

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Ibycus was on his way to a music festival when he was set upon by robbers. While dying a wave of cranes flew over. Ibycus implored the cranes to avenge him. The robbers, with their...

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Veil of a light shine brightly to my face
blocks my view against a glance
unto the window of after today
   each day I wake up I try
       ...

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Beneath the rubble of the Ocean
Where Panoply Swirls Decadent
Memories of Jupiter
Before the Flood-Omega
and, retro-spect, the turn of Archimedes

Poseidon in A Rage
Prophecies the Doom of the Titans
The Rush of the Nightengales 
In the Dark of Obsidian...

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My Lord...
I, the ill-fated, the scythe-bearing wind,
ask for forgiveness instead of death.
You do know that what I say is diurnal, don’t you?
Sibyl Herophile died prophesying their end
not mine.

I am hovering within your hands,
breathing from your...

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Myths, legends, lores, mystify the velvet
Red milk of grief flows around my hut.
The chariot beckons me home, 
Its speed; light knows! 
I linger onto the Eagle velvet
Shall I walk in the desert? 
Bear this cold...

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Come, Sibyl, speak of ancient times and ways
Marpessan youth, Apollo's golden days.
Come, Sibyl, o'er time's countless grains of sand,
That shades    now lost to night    mght guide my hand

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Beads

String of...

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David Austin
THE SIBYL

ASTARTE’S BIRTH

Aphrodite-wed on summer’s noon I lay me long
     reflecting
And glad my eye the sky as hillcrest partner
     shares this view;
Fond Cytherea seems at nature...

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Aphrodite-wed on summer's noon
     I lay me    long reflecting
And glad my eye    the sky
     as hillcrest partner shares this view -
Fond...

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THE SIBYL

If sometimes I have waited on your word,
Do not forget there is an empire
Out to the east, where freedom is muffled,
Where the autonomous cry, the great discovery

Of a soul to itself, is labelled treason;
Tied...

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POSEIDON

Sleep, Lord Poseidon,
Deep, everlasting sleep,
While sailors watch with bated breath.

Old planking creaks –
The pitiable splintering sound –
Old planking creaks.

Old sailor,
Splintery-kneed old sailor,
Keeps his watch,

With ever a thought of life’s futility,
Down deep,
Where dolphins stay.

But Lord Poseidon...

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