Long Sylph Poems

Birthday of beloved buxom babe I betrothed

Pardon my hyperbole if in fact such embellishment can be sifted out amidst the pretentious poetry and/or prose NOT aired to appear superior, but more so as passion for...

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As I pivot to confront my offspring, I anticipate the sight of terror etched in their innocent eyes, a reflected horror that would mirror the abyssal darkness that has long resided within me.

Instead, I am...

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The dark wood is breathing blue,

   and sense do I the sweet sound

   of larks and their legendary love,

   and sweeter scents still do I

   drink of...

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“I can hear my muse whispering tenderly in my ear. There is a story that wants to be told, and I'm merely its chosen vessel.”
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“Rewind Forward”


Memory mirror 
supple sylph yields
and naked 
walks through liquid glass
towards your dark eyes
to float in black
legs wrapped
rapture drawn deep
unclothed into your arms
bathed bare 
you climb my mountains
pull me in 
your fingers coiled 
tight and...

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alternate long worded title – the grudge holder from one generation to the next for all intents and purposes remains the same, and thus interestingly enough, they can easily be a pinch hitter for man,...

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New town, new job, strapped for cash. It was her birthday and this was all I could afford.
          
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Tower, buzz and scurry
Oh great resilient city
Ahoy!
Alive.  Scramble bustle earth's
 ethnicities
On lurid quests--
A pendulum of tantric turmoil and
Blessed harmony

Quixotic city--brash,
Sangfroid merotomized and
Chrematistic--metro nonpareil.

See a myriad melange of
Tortured splenetic
Souls and great spirits
Noble and soothfast

Great city,...

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The trick is to be grateful when your mood is high and graceful when it is low. Richard Carlson
 
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Who lives fully? Oh, such a sight to foresee!
A life so valuable, so graceful, and so...

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Written: February 1st, 2025 For contest by Sponsored by: Brian Strand

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I could feel the rhythm of my obscure 
thoughts in sync
sturdy scrutiny, into the mirror
I glimpse deeply in the 
reflection of the nymph
somehow I outwit the quixotic 
hold of the sylph,
frightened to my demise, 
tons...

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We are the foes of dawn
Our secrets slow the light
The blood of stars is drawn
We guard the wounded night

With evening azure treads
Fur-wreathed in thick wild scent
Ancient horn ripples air   
A cool, rich chorus...

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Lest I halt this pervasive thought that’s wiggling in to perform something indescribably ineffable. As repose in this boudoir, my ossuary exudes a graveolent aura, a baleful lust for the necromantic. Ink on this tapestry...

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(alter knit lee titled: vita in oculis nudato)

goo goo gaga I wanna yell
cuz, synonymous 
     with other wordsmiths, 
     or...well
whatever will eire'n burr, 

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Nightly, I wander in shadows of a recurring dream 
and find myself wading through a shallow stream.
The Ancient of Oaks calls from beyond the thickets,
its gentle whispers mingling with chirping crickets.

I cannot guide my steps...

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As the night is consumed by crimson mist, I stand surrounded by all manner of nefarious foes, both human and demon, living and dead as I stand my eyes burn with draconic flame I feel...

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Once whence the setting sun had sewn her brilliant seams into my eye's horizon,
I received a call from an unknown number on the phone I pay way too much for to Verizon.

I ignored it, because...

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I am the root.
I am the green fuse. 
I am the stem, the bud,
the dry twig,
and the stealthy footstep
that snaps it in the night.
I am the rising hair on the back of your neck.
I am...

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Soothing, lissome; render the facsimile of its
Heart; Such a spright with adore imbued.
‘Er pelt’s so sleek; as petite fry’s 
In its nurse’s, gentle and suckling: 
The only Cutie-pie on my heart.
  
Realism in its...

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LOVE STORY
The breeze is in my hair.
The moon is gleaming behind me.
The love I feel is everlasting.

Cadence of my soul.
Show me your happiness
Share, my love.
Laugh with me

Our destiny is mixed with pleasure.
Our essence treasured.
Come walk...

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Quiet, the leaves drip from slender woody fingertips
as shadows cast spectral dreams that breath through misty lips.

In the deep the Sylvan rests against the hoary staff he grips
and feels the ancient magic flow between the...

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The widow among roses,
though a scent so sweet 
she smells to near smile,
how red the vibrance of life
and soft the petals caress
her lonely cheek,
she remembers her love lost
(her left eye a tombstone glass)
and seizes not...

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An abattoir, a hymn of scythes severing flesh, is sung mellifluously by a siren with onyx scales. Bubbles in the twilight abyssal depths, a symphonic orchestra of eels gavotte. Orbs watch at these pressures with...

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old post from last year.....

"Music Maestro," the conductor turns-
 The curtain rises and the ballet begins,
People sit on the edge of their seats-
Tasting the sweetness of the violins-

Dancers make not a single sound,
As their slippers...

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HEAVEN IS AGLOW!
     Doves will fly in the sweet by and by.
     The angels will sing upon entering divinity.
     Chariots of the Lord's...

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