Long Swathing Poems

FIRST MOVEMENT (Minor Key)

Times such as these test body soul and mind
So should our thoughts be pain and dark confined
Or loosed to concentrate on brighter things
Like furry puppies, flowers and girls on swings

In this bright...

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Blanketing the earth in a frosty glistening
Beckoning to the heart – wonders so breathtaking,
Lifting the spirits with flakes like glitter, lustrous
Silence, gentling the thoughts and the scene,
Where feelings flood the night with soft and tender
Lights,...

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In the moorlands of desires, 
I've forever sung choruses of
fertile faith, amidst the flock 
of bleeding birds, sprinkling
heartbeats on lush olive herbs, 
In the dream of retracing their 
scintillating season of beachy spring. 
'Hope' had...

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We can’t go out so what to do?
How do we spend our time?
Imagination, racing thoughts
My brain on overtime.

There’s gardening, painting, DIY
Non urgent jobs to do,
They’re boring and predictable,
I need stimulus, tried and true.

That lazy dog...

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The sparkling dawn lighted up my heart’s horizon, 
spread the sunburst colors of yearning
on the fervent garden blooming with my love,
swathing the facsimile of your florid face.

The patina of rose flushed your cheeks,
glittering with the...

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Darkness enfolded me in an ebony blanket
Of soft nocturnal feelings, whispers of wisdom
Shading my world with blackest reminiscences
Gentle insights into reflections of a promise
Phenomenal grace captivating my senses
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As the night envelops me in it’s shroud...

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When the 
seaside sepulchre 
of a kingdom, 
without its queen, 
is smeared with 
screams of lighting, 
I wish to crackle
these slivers 
of silver shakle, 
and devour
that consoling 
taste of balsamic 
twilight, which 
drapes every 
ritual...

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(Original poem)
Frozen ripples of moments

When in the hued horizon the crimson sun rose
I saw you flash across my dew latticed meadow
Chromatic glare of dawn flushed your satin face
On flow of time the ripples of my...

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I let it slip away beyond my perceptive reach,
like the dislodged grain of the memory sand.
The dragging ebb of discontent carried it far 
into the dismal depth of somber sea of oblivion.

The splendorous realm of...

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When a precedent-busting pandemic is palling around the world 
when its concomitant panic and pain freak out
it is your fine figures that are unflinchingly unfurled
e'en as proctective gears barely eke out.

Isolation wards owe you diligence...

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Dixie Cup Memorial
                  by Odin Roark

How small it is
this bottom of the Dixie cup
looking skyward
holding high the torch
the...

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Written: April 16, 2024

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Aloof seashore, unmoored and carved
Ambrosian aesthetically alluring 
In twilight's yearning glance,
Once loaded, linger and hinder
Stars strewn swathing sapidity sky 
Nostalgic aura...

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The inevitable word ‘come’ coined by destiny, 
embeds in the nascent awareness at a time precisely 
when the eyes open to the distant lighthouse light,
journey begins with the warping waves out of sight. 

The echo...

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"Don’t make the mind lose the way, let it delve inside,
you’ll discover the abode where happiness resides." - Quote by Poet

Happiness is a dew drop in a critical poise,
trying to adhere to the grass tips...

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Once in a while -in a moment 

of immense sulfurous clarity, when 

every grace I locked in my dilated pupils

begins to form lesions, yellow-running

tears through the deepest, lusty scarlet –

black and white would be a...

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In the mist shrouding mystically 
the journey’s penultimate mile
at the fringe of the fading pasture 
of the un-blossomed future obscure
in the twilight hour transient 
the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn life silently spent
and becoming silhouetted...

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The splendorous crown of my fervent heart,
twinkled with the tinsels of the cerulean night, 
where your yearning gleamed with enticing tinge, 
suffused with the sequins of the silver moon. 

I tried to feel the swathing...

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The dazzling dawn lights up my heart’s horizon, 
spreads the sensuous spectrum of luring longing
on the gorgeous blooming garden flushed with my love,
swathing the facsimile of your florid face with charisma.

The patina of rose blushes...

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Drinking morning dews from grass; sun looks healthy,
Housing red yellow rays, sky looks lovely and pretty.

Mountain stands strong wearing deep green garment,
Within white Kans grasses, river looks lovely at its best.

With blessing of winter; trees...

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She was asleep
but her gaze dragged above, 
and a shadow was drawn with them


she let him make night


swathing her in darkness
planting nebula in sockets,
he watched galaxies grow 
as a yawning black hole 
revealed destiny


he made...

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Earliest of the morning light
peers its silly little smiles
Peeking through shades and sills

Swathing ambience surrounds
Sketching out a silhouette
Sleeping contours satin covered still

Gentle touches, my fingertips paint as brushes
Traces, the wildflower’s presence
Lying silent among the daffodils

Fine...

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Wednesday, October 31, 2012
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A careless Swathing of Death's face- pale
Burn the images and erase the memories
Bury the lies beneath Death's dark veil

Dig deep- finding secrets beneath the remains
Salty tears pierce the bloodless veins
Hiding the lies...

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Where is humanity driving us today?
Which couple is trying to invest in housing to stay?
With spaces and places hiking in price,
Mankind suffers in swathing High-rise fries!
We toil day and night – to get some dough...

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Shouldering songs from the birth to the rhyme
of emotion, spring silver and burgundy 'spires
Slipping your words in a tragedy roll
tumbling and tumbling sweet in my mouth
Parching the lips from the birth to the hip
of elation,...

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As each fatigued day culls my nature
Mine mind does Judas thee
And tinker pon the waves of hope
Muted Banshee

My blighted roots once writhed hitherto
Severed from earths comely breast
Mother natures contempt of me
Fair mumsy, she knows best

(Stark)
I...

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