Long Stanchions Poems

A midnight shriek or sudden bang
Disrupts the thread of tales,
Entangled in unconscious mind
With sounds of lashing flails.

Wherefrom it comes, whither it goes?
I threw my eyes up there,
The eerie void soon called me up
To trudge down...

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In the safe refuge of lyrical poetry, I cocooned.
My broken shards fell on a tear-stained screen.
I am the one who steers my own route attuned.
With every brushstroke, many specks are seen.

My broken shards fell on...

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Springing free from glistening 
Fronds
The summers heat leaps for 
Height;
Whilst drifting obscurely far
Above 
A distant lark now hangs in 
Flight.

Floats down his sweet trill,
Accompanied by joyous and
Uplifting revelry,
Over the black crows nasal 
Calls;
Whose draped shadow,
contemplating...

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the Golden Gate, she sang to me
in a darkened whispered voice
El Niño crying like a spoiled child
of all the sad souls brought to her
with desperation’s choice
that flew like angels
from her transoms, wild

oh dare I hearken...

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Days of Forever
 
With every day,
we plant a bit
gather a bit,
use a bit.

Time’s waning irrigation
renders dry many tributaries.

From high in the ethos-sphere
some of purity’s regeneration
meanders down rivulets of calm
while certain regrets clamor endless echoes
from mind’s...

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Bankrupt Inner Lives
                   by Odin Roark

At night
The vacuous feel only their emptiness
Lining up in the dark
Beside stanchions...

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I have no thought on which or why
          Or how the breaking stanchions lie
            ...

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Purple mountains, majestic against an azure sky,
Rise to greet the passing rain-filled nimbus clouds
Above the verdant forests along the canyon rim,
Where sparrow hawks and other birds of prey drift
The surging updrafts from the river valley...

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High above gray Manhattan’s marge,
‘Midst toothsome towers in the sky, 
A construction crane there looms large,
Dwarfing the crowds of passersby.

A new building grows, rising high,
Clouding another patch of sky.
A tower for trade will arrive
Where businesses...

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10236 Charing Cross Road
Holmby Hills, CA. 90077



To go where young rabbits frolic and dance
Would be a sweet treat if I had the chance

To swim in the water where famous cottontails get wet
Where champagne bubbles are...

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Half flesh, half steel, sinews and twined wire,
Begotten in the heat of half-love, tempered
By hatred and the axe, fathered by one
Who killed her mother, the male chauvinist boar
Whose eye-teeth, razor-sharp, saw through the spine, 
Joy-sword...

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A distant dampness wrings the air.
A weight most profound presses chest
as indrawn breath holds silent;
in the stonehedge of overwhelming gloom.
So, the mighty have fallen 
auguries of a mortal doom.

Without missive,
bluestone bones, stanchions silhouette 
onto a...

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A sea of tents, stood side by side,
raised at the Dragon’s Gate.
And bonfires roared, red firefly light,
as round them Giants ate.

Maids and Matrons decked in gilt,
chemise ‘bout bosoms and knees;
came to and fro with cup...

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Sometimes the chaos of the world invades
and shells of home and skin are not enough.
And we must find a safety deep inside
within the rhythm of the breath.

Move with intention 
like a tree supple in the...

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There's a spot on the horizon
In the ripple of the sun
Where railway lines and stanchions fuse
And merge, becoming one.

I was staring from the platform
When a distant dot appeared.
It grew in size and shape and form
And...

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