Long Sups Poems

Another Christmas day is finally here
The very thought fills me with such fear
I have to try and control my old Aunty Mable
Once she hits the gin she gets very unstable

Uncle Arthur rushes in and opens...

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The wolves do lope high and free
in mountainous trails and her masonry
the hallowed wood and rocky clefts
hold the dens of their hidden nests
Golden eyes pierce thickened dark
hunting prey within their park
hot breath raises mist in...

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Inside the water 
where they float or sway in their rusting roots
are horse tackle,
buggies, 
unhinged parts of eighteen wheelers,
a girl on a tricycle, her bones still cycling in the drifting meld
circle squirrel and possum pelts,
The...

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Sound the gong
O ye poetic comrades! 
Heralding the seventieth year of the River 
Play the flute
O ye poetic comrades!
A symphony of moving waters.

As the river flows, not withstanding
Its stage of life into craving streams
So does...

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Peridot


Of all the fine gems that I know, my favorite is Peridot.
My August birthstone pleases me, since color green and I agree.
Now, Peridot is lesser-known among most gemstones that are shown.
It once was called 'Gem...

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Villanelle: Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain

Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain
No Lawrence outsider sups with wooden spoon
Don’t bitter gruel course through low coolie-lines vein

One thing’s to espouse the...

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Are you sleeping, brother John?
The cock doth crow, to let you know,
if you be wise, tis time to rise.
If you see a barber, shaving a pig, 
ask how many hairs to make a wig.

This is...

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Pelted forth, hanging strings of moorland curtains,
  Endless rains, tart and stinging nettles,
Drive the icy pitons, needles of frozen spite,
  Through the scalp into the mind where it unsettles.

God, I hate this land,...

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A black widow spider spins a silk thread
into a near-transparent dream catcher
filling her with joy and her meals with dread.

A very cunning, deadly flycatcher
ready to pounce and mummify her food
she lies in wait like a...

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In a forest far away
Where pine trees reach the sky
The Cricklebob comes out to play
Though nobody knows why

It skips amonst the bluebells
And picks the celandines
Dancing through the harebells
Whilst drinking daisy wine

It sups the nectar with...

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Suppertime

A sticky evening in July:
A stack of air conditioners hum,
each spewing its unique condensate,
staining the red bricks and spalling grout 
between each floor of our apartment house.

We hear men’s voices call out “mom” and “wow”,
as...

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The walker prevails without his brimmed hat, 
skirting whirling dervish of hungry gnats 
which seek to explore each orifice bare - 
to sample the blood from here and from there, 
as discerning vintner sups from...

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waterfall trickles
thawing ice releases drops...
moss 'pon rocks turns green

The frozen giant tower
Great mighty melting water

waterfall's moisture
seeps as spring awakes nature..
deer sups deep from stream

rain from mountain top
turns to mist as it comes down..
rainbow in my...

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Her whisper gentle like the summer breeze
Calls a passing sparrow lonely and shy,
One that had escaped the northerly bise
Intoxicated from flying too high.
A welcoming hand held out a surprise
While a tranquil voice hints of sweet...

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Long spoon is truly needed 
In defending your faith; 
Dangerous lovers of sin 
Simply show anger and hate. 

If you have some interactions 
With waiting harmful people; 
You must be always on guard, 
That they...

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waterfall trickles
thawing ice releases drops..
moss 'pon rocks turns green

The frozen giant towers
Great mighty melting water

waterfall's moisture
seeps as spring awakes nature...
deer sups deep from stream

rain from mountain top
turns to mist as it comes down..
rainbow in my...

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At the Tartan Bonnet
next to the Smithy’s stall,
a picture labelled monster
is hanging on the wall.

The photograph is fuzzy,
looks like a bunch of tyres,
held to a piece of deadwood
by nails and string, or wires.

The locals say...

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It haunts the minions of my mind
subservient in acquiescence
to a horror's endless daily grind
deny the truth, buttress the flank
conceal the secret – rancid – rank
within a lie's servile defense.

It sups on pain, its sustenance
cold fear...

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