Long Spearing Poems

Mud and leather
dirt and nerve
bloodied laughter
collision to serve,
distance, drive and demolition
battle axe ambition in the wild air
muscle and mind joined in steeled instinct, 
a stitched pigskin ball, the grail of the Fall
to fumble it means...

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In shot snap seconds, everything changed.
The horror was sudden -
a shatter-shower of bullets
bouncing off rock.
The picnic I'd laid so carefully
blew apart - black olives
tossed into the air like fat flies,
the watermelon's pink guts splattering.

Gun aimed...

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shadowed ...

the China hills
like little pills set on end
and stairs that wend to the moon
so far from June, he thought
wrought now with frustration
on the ramp of the station
her - taking the express
in his favorite dress...

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shadowed ...
the China hills
like little pills set on end
and stairs that wend to the moon
so far from June, he thought
wrought now with frustration
on the ramp of the station
her - taking the express
in his favorite dress,...

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Gray Sky modeled, a Leaf on its Falling,

And thus tenaciously wounded, a slow and Bitter Abandon

Crashes,

Past Churches among Coals

And Faces lined, tunneled by ants, cicadas

The mouths of Sad dead Men.

Gray Sky tears Into Dirt,

Cars and...

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Brutust Iulius Trois Page 07
Brutus called his captains into conference
we are done with creeping along the shorelines 
prepare now to sail out across the Aegean
the winds are with us and Troy awaits! 
Imogen seeing Hesione,...

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Down a runway skybound
to cross a continent, 
see from a window
a city fall away
with bright beads 
strung along a coast,
then turning inland, 
clumped townships 
shrinking to solitary lights
sunk far apart
into hours
of featureless dark. 

Disconnected
from the...

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This, as it is, stripped and reduced - undone by 
raging, torrential, opened senses;
To its elemental couplings of unbridled pieces.

Here is life, in towering, brindled expanse, that 
swallows whole all of the lightest and darkest;
Peaks,...

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break …

my heart?
you did not break my heart
you COULD not break my heart
I utilized all the “Yous” that came before
constructing barriers that you,
in your most formidably malodorous
and vehemently vile self,
couldn’t penetrate in an eon of...

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a cold bitter wind
	with stinging drops of rain
bits of bitter cold
	blowing into my frozen face

slowly my steps go
	up the hill of man-made stone
my warmth is torn from me
	by the coldness of the world

steel gray clouds...

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A picture I will paint
	a story I will tell
and make it perfectly clear
	exactly what I would have it be

lines drawn straight and hard
	words that images show
misunderstanding cannot be
	exactness is the key

planes with corners square
	angles sharp...

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"Spring Rain" she was named by her father Chief Many Horses.
Through her veins the hot blood of the majestic Comanche courses!
The young maiden crushed the hearts of many dashing braves,
But to be free to chase...

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in the chilling crisp night
	with out a stirring trace of breeze
tingling fear of unseen eyes
	as my hackles begin to rise

Ebony skies with bright jewels scattered
	pinpricks of rain bowls that quickly glitter
pale moon like watching eye
	baleful...

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It was early, 
The solemn, silent sunrise wrought its
Rays across the untamed land like a
Shorn-clad Delilah.
Dew glistened the foliage
Like undefiled razer blades nestled
Within a mortar's payload.

Morning haze,
Suggestively seductive in its 
Sureness of the divine destiny
Lingered,...

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The symphony begins before daylight.
Night herons blink tired eyes at music’s quake.
Some tiny fish splash in the silent night.
With spearing beak her breakfast she does take.
Beneath the mangrove roots she saw that sight.
The gift of...

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Imperfect world, purposeless person.
I retired to pursue perfection
learn jazz tunes, woody and herbaceous plants,
read every inch of English literature,

Scientific American and Foreign Affairs,
have an affair with an American.
Oh, and by the way, before you ask,...

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He walked up from the lake
Throwing open the door of the glorious day
Like a smiling OB-GYN snapping off his gloves
With a toolbox in hand
Delivered to my dad the good news.

“I’m certain this new ignition will...

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The Bullet

By Nathan Hannen

This torpedo of death smashed the heart
This precious gift of life is torn apart
It was this that allowed us to play our part

Spearing through lives and breaking peace
Never told and never asked...

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You might have blisters on your hands from all your manual toil.
You may be climbing up a pole with an electrical coil.
Could be a produce vendor shucking husks from the cob.
It’s just a job.

You might...

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Hi biscuit, you’re mighty and cute
So acute in hearing that I’m spearing fruit
Perhaps you didn’t know, I’ve lived in the South…too.
Entertained a name in the halls of high school
I thought it was cool, even back...

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Another New Year
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

2014 done and dusted
I’ve welcomed in 2015
With a beer and a crayfish
Round a campfire with some friends
…
New resolutions, not for me old mate
Cause I won’t keep what I promised
So I’ll just...

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I strolled appease through the tall underbrush 
admiring the tall lush green trees and 
the tranquil mingling sounds of the seen and unseen creatures

I glance up into the heavens and admire 
the tall green spearing...

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So many voices, some pulling, others pushing, one spearing.
I feel the spear, and know she will not stop until I acknowledge her
What is it? 
What do you want?
She gives me some directives knowing I will...

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Synthemesc candelabras ache hyacinth desire till woven floors
macabre phoenix grown on veiled crucible vines, dragonflies now
    inhabit counter-clocks I've forgotten seer dust ponders hewn salamandrine fire
as a wish to eradicate all a...

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They love to sell into the dark end,
where covetous souls
plunge to the bottomless debt deep

Parrot voice chirps got the suicidal siren blasting:
Saying a lifestyle of surfeiting
is an overdrawn bank account pleasure drowning

Pirate eyes cast a...

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