Long Spindled Poems

The missus pounded mine posterior...
causing percussive rumpus 
to vibrate like jelly

Me experienced quite disruptive sleep
(quite early in the morning 
of November 10th 2022 -
no shut eye could I keep),
hence though exhausted, I share
childlike trait of...

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While attempting going to sleep after midnight...

December 27th, 2023,
the missus pounded mine posterior
(she played paddywhack 
on me blimey buttucks)
not only causing contusion, 
but flaying percussive rumpus, 
where the wild things are
found yours truly feeling
like a...

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The Bishops bathe in Babylon
while Princes, prancing on the lawn,
watch Queen deflowered, pale and wan.
            The King dares not defend her.
The Horsemen, holding broken...

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Thine distorted reflection rippled 
within rain maker's pool 
   upon a midnight clear
full moonlight sonata 
   flooded shallow abyss, 
cleaved fractal structures of silence 
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence...

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OKAY? WHAT FIEND STOLE THY BODY ELECTRIC!?

thine distorted reflection rippled 
within rain maker's pool upon a midnight clear
full moonlight flooded shallow abyss, 
cleaved fractal structures of silence 
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence magic...

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The missus pounded mine posterior...
causing percussive rumpus

Meanwhile good n plenty vibrations resonated
felt and heard round the world wide web
(strongest quaking sensations
occurred upon double mattresses atop bed
within apartment unit b44
2 Highland Manor Drive),

but woody d'ya believe
drumming,...

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My Childhood Home


My lovely childhood home, I miss it so...
built Eighteen Eighty-Six, so long ago.

Three floors, all rooms with mantled fireplaces; 
carved woodwork, archways, spindled winding stair;
cathedral ceilings, sparkling chandelier
in dining room enjoyed on holidays.
Third...

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Written: September 20, 2024

For: Letters or Photographs Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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Without further ado
i offer my literary missives anew
fur ye to ponder and brew
from meister mwm of his motley crue,
whom dwells in a nada very complex edifice
which numb burr oof offspring equals deux
whereby this spouse i.e...

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I recall when I once sat,
Sticky spiders spindled about my lap,
Twisting and twitching within my place,
Lost to another incurable case.

Bent and broken, we struggled to find
A compromise between heart and mind.
Pretences built high, but still...

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Winding path through the tawny wood
Hanging branches form a shadowy hood
Dangling vines each spindled fold lace
Slippery, svelte moss cloaks the base
The vented light peeps through fibrous trellis
Addled mind with beauty to encase
Swerving shadows creep down...

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I awaken with languid eyes gazing at the passing dawn.
Strange light rays hover over ancient graves
Jestering- tormenting souls
Where spindled wildweeds grow
And sway over a dull domain, and
Under clouds with nimble fingers accusing...
pointing down. They pause...

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Small grains of sand come trickling down
Eluding all my reason's understanding
Flyspeck granule , all demanding
Time worn thoughts of days unwinding 

Hourglass, my dark companion
Reminds me of the timeless questions 
I watch sand fall and feel...

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Helios, open darkened shutters Night did seal;
Nyx's opaque, drawn shades one by one peel.
With prehensile fingers grip your enlightened quill,
Selene's pale orb with luminescent lines reel.
With gilded parasol twirl your flaming wheel,
Until enjoined sparks into...

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I ride by it 'most every day- the ghost
	that once stood real upon that lovely hill,
		with winding creek, a sprawling velvet lawn
			and pillared, wrap-around, fine spindled-porch
with wide front doors that led inside my home.

My home,...

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Alone, where winds had smoothed the cobblestone,
a young novice sat, solemn and austere,
brooding over mistakes made, seeds past sown.
Entering the abbey; a fate severe,
she wept with sadness when dismay had grown.

Praying, she cried, "In Your...

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On mountain top high
Where delusions of grandeur fly
Superfluous pen grounded but spry
With ink stenciling the availing sky
Wispy clouds through portals do espy
The regal, azure fountain in scarab's eye
Golden beams vaporous plains do ply
With sultry steam...

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DREAMS  OF SCREAMS
It’s crowded here wherein I dwell
Where the walls and halls swallow the sound of a church bell
Cross its threshold and you will see me
Me and millions more who will never be free

It’s...

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DREAMS  OF SCREAMS
It’s crowded here wherein I dwell
Where the walls and halls swallow the sound of a church bell
Cross its threshold and you will see me
Me and millions more who will never be free

It’s...

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Across America  (In Tercets)

The silo stood silent and serene
its deep blue shine mirrored sun’s glow
on this bright day.
		
The barn spread wings to either side
yet who designed this idyllic scene
I cannot say.

The house sat high...

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DREAMS  OF SCREAMS
It’s crowded here wherein I dwell
Where the walls and halls swallow the sound of a church bell
Cross its threshold and you will see me
Me and millions more who will never be free

It’s...

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Spindled Mettle
 
Hour upon hour she sits thoughtfully absorbed
spinning attentively conception’s fibers 
while creating new textures within her mind…

As grain, by grain of living sand, erodes the weaves
exposing gently or tearing the woven seams…
following the...

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Blithe notes of Twilight's symphony alight
Into occluded abyss spindled cords take flight
Duller shades into harmonious bands unite
Grainy film spreads o'er recess a dank, dingy kite
Initiating eve's wake, ethereal blinds shut tight
Midnight's, chilling vigil stills darkened...

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Like spindled glass,

remnants filter in timeless twine,

Peaceful moments - retrieve the silence,

Like new velvet stockings, ladders await.

Time itself fraught, with abandon abate...

Yet nestled high, marooned with intrigue,

Time still time, in search origin with trace.

Times silky...

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Time journeyed through the seasons sublime 
Brokered days the trellis of life did climb 
Tendered hours but grainy shards without rhyme 
Token minutes spindled through the hour glass of time   
Each tenuous second garnering...

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