Long Spliced Poems

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We came not for conquest,
but for containment—
though conquest is what happens
when containment itches beneath the skin
like sulfur spores in a sealed lung.

They had the secret.
Not gold, not weapons, not prophecy—
but language that healed.
Real language—
not poetry,...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which...

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Down many of the coalmines in Yorkshire , Safety dictated that an alternative means of escape
had to be found just in case anything ever happened to the shafts that raised and lowered miners to their...

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Murmur no things
or strings of sounds...
Could not care less
more-ish whispers
were Wicked
Whips of Words-
Weighted.
Tongue- lashing sharp
fork- tine Torture.
Cat-0-nine-one-one-tales...
Thirty-nine...
Forty-less-one
thrashing...
thrashing...
Thrashing...!
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A judgement has been made, now the verdict is out.
From the beginning, my winning was beyond a shadow of doubt.
Do not waste your time shouting or pouting about my clout,
Just go ahead and get used...

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Here the Bluejay***

Here!  Here!  …These tall,
Spindly stalks, although sweetly 
JGreen, with their crowns bobbing
In the touches of air…the Cosmos
   Flowers wait…
For their rippling nocturne to begin,
To sound forth the garden dances
…Here
To...

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It was the darkest night of the year, and the light was eclipsed but the haunting moon was so near. Lagging 
hope faded, and the jading stillness increased my fear. Twas a warm, muggy night...

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I sat on the beach sifting time through my hands.
I felt like a slot machine whore.
The ocean was preaching her Siren’s demand
I abandon my past at the shore.
So, I shook off the sand, turned my...

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Warmly describes a human emotion,
understandably applied for humans to
pleasure, as it's biblically written
where the prophets of old and new
entertained the clueless population
yet obstacles hinder The Word's view.
 
Then and now, wrapped up in doubt
full of...

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I could tell a tale until I am blue 
In the face.  I prefer torquoise 
And good grace.  I could speak of tender
Kisses   in this space but kisses have 
Become to...

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Twere a   blisterin day, on da Fundy Bay, aboard da ‘ Black Angel of da Blue”, 
with a crew of 32, whilst resting a spell, wid a thunderin clap of grog ,
when da...

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Coming to Senses

Ten thousand fathoms deep of immeasurable pain in hand

Tim raises the anchor entwined with callus and sea shells

Back breaking ardour sends blisters straight to the heart

	Touches untouchable spikes from the corals

His tiny coracle...

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Black Heart As Jagged Stones

You asked me to be kind
You asked me, humbly wait
Begged me to cheer, not mind
Your toying with my sad fate!

Your heart beats fast and hard
Your liver stays filled with bile
Love you...

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Here from the ledge
looking into the liquid silence
across the abyss of time
the eye for detail is sharply seen
clear from this plateau, 
giving new edge
to a life spanning out
flat, as a cord
where the view is worn
but,...

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The orchestra of bombs
musical heroes tip toe through the corpses
blood and mud the choir
to sing their praises
between battle flags and guns

Cenotaph the list of tickets
chisel the shrapnel scars of so heroic
wear the skeletons of our...

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~OF AN MIDNIGHT BLACK~


'TWAS TH' DARK'ST OF NIGHTS,BOURNE OF AN UN~HOLY EVE...
AS BLACK~FALL SEALED IT'S WOMB,TH' MOURNING SKY HAD SLIT IT'S VEINS
AN VENOMOUS MIST SPAT ASP'LY,'GAINST TH' PANES OF MINE HAUNT
OF NO QUESTION I CONFIRMED,THIS...

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I sit by the window motionless
Looking at the sky getting darker
Inside me a sea swells, tides of memories
Beat my heart, the only keepsake I have.
Like a thick shelled oyster, tightly spliced
You sealed your heart to...

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I'm searching
deep, into the abyss of silence
where the eye for detail is sharply seen
keen from this plateau, and giving no edge
to spectrums spilling out
shattering the ice, of a winter-white canvas
where the views may be cold
yet,...

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In early spring some days are cold, 
for winter’s loath to break its hold, 
still sending winds that bite and sting. 
Some days are cold in early spring.

Sing, one and all, to welcome the unique...

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in the quick-cut-spliced-split-beamed-flashed n’flickering
we’re both now nothing more than a hypersupermegasearch
a word, a phrase, a soundbit, a visual image caught by someone, 
somewhere, 
with the oldest device, the newest device (soon to be outdated to...

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in the quick-cut-spliced-split-beamed-flashed n’flickering
we’re both now nothing more than a hypersupermegasearch
a word, a phrase, a soundbit, a visual image caught by someone, 
somewhere, 
with the oldest device, the newest device (soon to be outdated to...

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Monochrome scenes blanch
but color is there as an underlay
of my own viewing history.
Black and white movies,
old even when I watched them
flicker still on an inner retina.

A hero turns conspiratorially, 
staring into my future.  
What...

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I am an active roosting red robin
I wonder?  through secluded trees and dense vegetation
I hear waving blades of grass
I see the spiraling sunshine combining dew raindrops
I want to defend my breeding land
I am an...

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God Around the Corner

By Mark D. Stucky
My cat’s favorite spot to sleep and surveil the house
was at the top of the hallway-to-basement stairs.
I would sometimes stealthily lie down on the floor
just around the hallway corner...

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