Long Slavering Poems

IV.
Fronds whipped their faces, they dashed through the trees,
more shrill, raspy growls rose behind them,
creatures crashed through forest, giving them chase,
they weren’t that fast, but came relentlessly.

Like piranhas swarming, they just appeared,
in Zack’s peripheral vision...

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As they reach the golden gates,
turning, they do face the foe,
the Arlaghs,
they would come with power and might,
too kill,
the ground will shake when they charge,
they shall run hard for their meal,
always hungry is the Arlagh.
Come...

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So once again, with grim countenance, the ship sailed on with all bemoaning their woes
Till calm seas prevailed, with balmy sun, sweet zephyr song, they came to Helios' shores.
Helios, calm god of the day, smiled...

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2.

Off into the distance, total darkness,
to the right where all was light
Divinity thy beast is coming
from his land of endless night.
The thunder and the lightning playing
terrors own sweet symphony.
Darkness, which is soul destroying,
brings the man...

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I thought I knew a shortcut, a quick way through the wood
But I fear I missed a turning, for I knew not where I stood.
Unfamiliar and oppressive, which way should I go
Trees I'd never seen...

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My pen;
Is the source of my greatest power,
Conveys my deepest private thoughts,
Translates the speech of my spirit,
Utters the voice of my very soul,
Thus is my most precious tool.

When I am sad;
My pen may be likened...

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Your slumber is long overdue
So hush as I sing this for you
Now sleep the entire night through
As your mummy and I hope to do

Your mummy seemed really quite certain
There’s no-one hid behind the curtain
The scratching...

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Was a more selfish weapon so created
those maleficent hands hold themselves acquitted
and in the brutality of its design
deem luxury to be their self sustainable narcotic

But upon such a fake evolutionary pedestal
would belligerence gain its foothold
yet...

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Brian The Veggie Lion

The trackers all dressed in their safari suits
Trekked over plains in their safari boots
In search of an animal that was called Brian
A statuesque beast in the shape of a lion

Skin prickling chills...

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A grove of magnolias perfumes the air 
as they sit absorbed in one another's avocations, 
she with her crochet and he with his collectibles 
uneasy in their pleasure in the evening of their years. 

Lawyers...

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A grove of magnolias perfumes the air
as they sit absorbed in one another's gaze,
she with her crochet and he with his collectibles
uneasy in their pleasure in the evening of their years.

Lawyers control their affairs like...

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A grove of magnolias perfumed the air
as they sat absorbed in one another's gaze,
she with her crochet and he with his collectibles
uneasy in their pleasure in the evening of their years.

Lawyers controlled their affairs like...

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~ for Sami ~


oh ...
a pity, that …
such sweet sadness, yours
my lovely lass, lost ...
do not let your lip tremble so ...
it was not made for such iniquity
it was not shaped to
sublime bow-like grace to
be...

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‘Hello Mister Thompson, please can you take a chair!’
‘This one?’ I asked. She said, ‘no that one over there!’
Now I’m sure I heard a scream, or was is just a shout?
Should I ask the receptionist...

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Inhumanities buzzard picks at the scraps
squabbling over trash
vultures of the pavement
denying everything has life

A confetti of money
the wedding funeral of it’s own immoral concept
squawking the incantations
of debt
the milking breast
for these divisions of hate

Automaton march
blindfolded into...

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It was long gone midnight, and nervously I walked
There was something in the bushes, I was being stalked.
I could smell it's fetid breath, It was lurking in the dark
It scared me half to death as...

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I read about this true story - it happened in Elizabethan England - and was so 
upset that I needed to write this poem to get it off my chest. It's been published 3 
times.

FIGHTING...

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Don’t Look Behind You


From swamp I lifted from an arm
But collapsed to pitiful puddles
And ground my fist in slush
As I heard their voices
Drag at thus
And make of evil a cunning mist
Has me bewitched

Lost for all...

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they change the sheets 
once a week
the blue men pass in pairs			
marking the hour
matching cadence smartly 			
staring at vacant eyes		
in four-square cells			
passing as if no one was there
but if eyes could grasp
there would be fingerprints
around...

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Brutus, my slavering Rottweiler, growls
He knows he's tougher than pooches with tails
The long pointed studs on his black leather collar
Are matched by his canines which make poodles holler

The drooling saliva that trails from his jaws
As...

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they change the sheets 
once a week
the blue men pass in pairs			
matching cadence 
marking the hour		
staring into vacant eyes		
in four-square cells			
passing as if no one was there
but if eyes could grasp
there would be finger marks
around...

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Blood Curdled at The Chilling Quill 3



The night is too quiet for breathing
The faces form
Swelling from the pitch oily; floats
Mouthless screaming 
Into monstrous caverns
Where fang-ed teeth stalactite
On slavering tongues

Cold suffocation jabs pillowed rocks
Deep into racing...

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Vicious thirsty hunting winds,
Chasing always down,
Emotion's infinite unchained vortex,
Thought claws raking bloody trails,
The wild silent  scream  disappears, 
Upon leaving your speechless mouth.

Walls of cyclical caged fire,
Slippery mouth of Venus,
Slavering fangs hungry,
Ready to swallow...

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I wait for no other days
so I pinch this one


I haunt rocks and trees
to caress 
with each ebb and flow


I celebrate a minute
and dedicate it to hours
honouring a moment


just one,


this,
as I breathe from the
firmament of...

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Look for the bones in shattered statues.
Look for the missing, the mauled limbs,
do not blame time,
seek out the mob,
you will find then hiding in plain sight.

Look for the bones of the Yamaka,
they are there, look...

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