Long Spired Poems

Tim was a poet but lost for words as he pondered the meaning of the cross

Sat by the road side of his inner world and wondered which way to proceed

His bones were weary his skin...

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The sacred power climax experience
of holy integrity
is more of a one time
of full-baptismal rebirth
into a depleting orgasmic fertility event
for horny patriarchs
of global monoculturally zealous redemption

Left-hemisphere dominant
West-hemisphere universal either/or commodified/useless
monopoly on value of wealth,
disvalue of poverty,...

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And then I took this box of blight, and cast it into the sea of forgetfulness

Once I had finally realized, that it had become a Pandora unto myself....

A portal of passage towards darkness' infiltering of...

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Heaven And Hell

 

Beneath a shroud in mystery

was built a monument sublime,

where flowed a river endlessly,

her flow kissed the periphery,

     withheld the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent

she...

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(okay, yukon axe me whatsapp pinning, 
     though beep pre spired, cuz mess sigh key
     threads experience didst rub burr raw 
     as...

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...an emulation of 
   Coleridge's 'Kuble Khan'


Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
     withheld the grasp of time.

So great...

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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
     ignored the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent
she circled mound and...

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...inspired by Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed...

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Beneath a shroud in mystery 
was built a monument sublime, 
where flowed a river endlessly, 
her flow kissed the periphery, 
ignored the grasp of time. 

So great the span of her intent 
she circled mound...

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...inspired by 'Kubla Khan' by Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
ignored the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent
she circled...

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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
ignored the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent
she circled mound and battlement,
where roses sprang in every...

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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
ignored the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent
she circled mound and battlement,
where roses sprang in every...

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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
ignored the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent
she circled mound and battlement,
where roses sprang in every...

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NEWCASTLE  UPON  TYNE,    ENGLAND

Half-Scot,  half-English  and  ill at ease with the past,
Newcastle is sooty black from its coaly drama, 
And  the breathless town was always ...

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When lost in the woods
one wanders lugubriously directionless
in the weeds vines and branches
obstructing the altogether magnificent world
that abounds and surrounds
the muddled mind of the soul-filled seeker:

Truth traveler and mystical unraveller
plodding ahead confused in dread
of what...

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Upon a winged horse he flies
To spired castles in the skies
And there through star-lined halls he strides,
A fiery sword slung at his side.

The scabbard for this burning blade
From fragile dreams of love is made.
On his...

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My words My Life.
.
My words are are not superficial
Or mere contrite
But my deepest thoughts and heart felt feelings
My mistress my love my life
.
Compelled to release both my joy and fustations 
My conviction and therapy disclosing...

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O STATELY BEAUTY ERE YOUR GRANDEUR FLORA FLOW,
SO BLEST OUR EYE.
BE SOWN THE ESSENCE SEEDS OF THIS OUR LIFES REBIRTH,
SOFTLY HOLD OUR HEARTS.
BENDED TENDERED ARMS, WHISPERED TONES REVEALED,
SPOKEN TO OUR EAR.
WITH MIGHT IN STORM INDUCE...

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I have not always history enjoyed 

	It started small
a little corner of my minds eye
But my vision widened
	Into history,
		and her story.
     I became intrigued.
What fine clothes they wore,
	what handsome steeds,
		Purer flower...

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Silence breaks from atop the ancient Oak
I discern his small waiting shadow
Where others glimpse only spired branches
Tossing against the cerulean skyline
Sharp eyes of obsidian depths
Follow my intent of movement
Talon perched within the canopy
Simply waiting for...

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An old church stands with a spired steeple
Amidst the townspeople at Fox and Main
Where the hypocrites pray for sinful souls
And clergy holds sermons that entertain.
Within this sanctuary lined with pews
And opalescent glass and glittering gold
Odoriferous...

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