Long Spyglass Poems

The Palace Guardiennes were the sultan’s delight,
resplendent in their tight uniforms
of scarlet and magenta silks,
embroidered with golden flowers,
with sterling silver scimitars in
ruby studded scabbards
hanging off lovely hips,
and boots and belts of finest faun-skin
and helmets topped...

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I.
Korlan lived in the Kingdom of Bellteer,
in the capital city of Magoss,
working as a guard on the city walls,
even better, they stationed him up top.

Didn’t have to talk to those who came in,
just walked his...

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I really have outdone myself this time!
My ‘God Machine’ is finally in place!
I’ll never have to fret about a rhyme,
Or stop for a red light that changed from green 
As if it sought to put...

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~

I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat,
macaroon waves I will sail
Far past the girls and the buoys I’ll float,
maybe spout off to a whale

My crew at the ready but still half a sleep,
I’ll have...

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I know i showed you how to deal with false friends as false as their words are
as far as their heart is from you, but here i am bearing all not even caring who hears...

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To compensate for (A -Z)
     ineradicable alphanumeric
     character flaws (i.e. mutations
     of body or mind,)

     and avoid amass
sing wracking...

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There's an old family shop that sells ciggies and pop,
plus Mars Bars and aspirins and tinned Winnalot.
Then just past the shop there's a small patch of green,
where kids playing football can sometimes be seen,
on its...

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3/21/17



Is it going to be the low, high, wrong or right path?

Something I've grasped

You can't get any time back

Days and nights just might pass

Quite fast

The weather and intentions of people colder than ice packs

Humans kill...

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There’s an old canal close by where I live,
and an empty lock made of stones massive,
traipsing around there, the place can amaze
just seeing how the whole of it was made.
There’s no mortar here, between these...

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Marble hatched haven communes; helixicly hewn canvas' brushed within

Acidulous acrylics of adumbrated conjectual forms....

Spawn tipped dippings upon the collateral cliffs edging these, layaway hues?!

Deciphered shades in monochrome pitch pigments beneath the jaded jejunes

Manic manifestations, over-looking...

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I've seen some ugly faces
I've thought some ugly thoughts
I've lost some ugly battles
I never should've fought

I've worn some ugly styles 
I've written ugly songs
I've tried to find the places
To keep ugly where it belongs

It takes...

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a fable

With rake in hand, I had a mission clear -
to rid my yard of piles of rotting leaves
before their musty smell got out of hand.

My ancient oak trees are prolific still.
Providing fruit and leaves...

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Buoyant on the North west winds;
Shredded clouds expose a half moon eye.
An eye that stares cautiously at
The hyphens of cars below.

Stratus sunsets trace the highway,
That leads to my refuge, 
and shields me from the voyeur...

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T'was the month of July 
should've been sailing upon calm sea, 
brightest sunshine 
blue sky so clear.
 
For days and days, it rained and rained 
As if the sky's afallin' away, 
Bounced wildly about on...

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Fleeing nefarious intent
As watched through a spyglass
Running for forest's protection
With fast steps of chasse

Rifle in his hands aimed, ready
Will the quick shot be heard?
What will he do with a body?
Suddenly vision blurred   

How...

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This self evident truth that all men are created equal ?
Never quite able as to escape these questions which arrive
Time's comical in ludicrous exposes: today as yesterday imagining
Her high courts turning unto a constitution defining...

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Mariann was an extraordinary woman who’d been blessed with second sight, 
So she soon came to be in the employ of the King to add to his power and might. 

But she was like a...

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missing sides to my portrait lady

  blessings in time turn under a 
  spyglass bewilderment

absent the clues round your 
seamless skin. 
and the light seems to reflect 
unbroken along the borders
 of your...

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Dare I say I be the captain of this unmanned ship?
Wandering through the foam of merciless waves?
I shot my parrot with my grandfather's pistol:
A burst of blood and red, green, and yellow feathers
Across my cabin,...

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TEMPORAL CRISIS, ACT I

                  The present is not life
         ...

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Eyes twitch within their wandering bulge
amazed at the sting they must indulge
from pilfering time to serenade
while poking through your heart's palisade.

Nothing can taint this brave lethargy
since my baby must be fleeing me
at dawn's cresting advance...

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I’m not holding on to anything
not the body or dreams,
or dream-bodies.

Where mind sews cobwebs
I take out a dissolving spyglass.
The spaces between myself
look back seeing nothing.

That which holds this 'I' together 
rolls over mind-clouds finding no...

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