Long Tapering Poems

In the intimate interlace of free will and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity, all that is.. is over in the stormy, swarming...

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POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?  Or did shadows flit across the leaf strewn path?
No...

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Glowing days that were once red-cheeked and ripe with promise,
Are narrowing like tall candles in a church window,
Tapering from the golden stand and the sturdy base,
To the glorious flame and the ever fading light.
The final...

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Glowing days that were once red-cheeked and ripe with promise,
Are narrowing like tall candles in a church window,
Tapering from the golden stand and the sturdy base,
To the glorious flame and the ever fading light.
The final...

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After a short illness keeping me off Soup, and a 50-year refrain from Prose Poetry, I was inspired by a Thomas Merton talk about Rilke to find the courage for this form again.

Shoe Dreams

Is there...

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Written: January 12, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
Quote by Poet: " Let the tempting appeal of Jasmine ignites your inner ambition and drive for success".
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Glowing days that were once red-cheeked and ripe with promise,
Are narrowing like tall candles in a church window,
Tapering from the golden stand and the sturdy base,
To the glorious flame and the ever fading light.
The final...

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Impeachment is neither a peach, a pullover nor is it a purple plum. And a sanctimonious swan is neither a swamp spinning yarn nor a spotty sporty spade. Ok then. Paste and post but not...

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Glowing days that were once red-cheeked and ripe with promise,
Are narrowing like tall candles in a church window,
Tapering from the golden stand and the sturdy base,
To the glorious flame and the ever fading light.
The final...

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Part Three

  ...swishing away with your sunshrivelled burgundy knotty arms with broad disdainful harvesting sweeps the cobras come out to water in the sweltering heat by the thatched fly-buzzed hole

your low under-the-breath warning tones...

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When I get tired of the concrete and tar
there’s a place I can go, and not travel far,
that hasn’t been touched by progress at all;
nature stands still beneath gums growing tall.

And in amongst shadows with...

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Would you march in haste 

A mountains tapering side

Or defy the abyss of an oceans

Infuriated tide,

And to exist for I only

When affairs volunteer so rough

Then I’d believe it’s true to state

That this is surely LOVE…………………

...

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Unblinking reflexive opinions lean
     indubitably, favorably and certifiably
     with minimal pandering soliciting
     uber voodoo yawping woos

socially quintessentially obviously markedly
    ...

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Tapering Off

Youthful ambition, combined steel order shout
Is enough to break organic, is enough to force you out.
Just listening for my orders, pain ignorance my plan
Childish delusion, a boy acting of a man.

Eagerly awaiting, to the...

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i was fifteen
the first time a boy told me i had the grace of snow white

i was fifteen
the first time he told me i had the fierceness of merida

i was fifteen
when he told me i...

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The moment I am out of the box
Foxes and hyenas surround me
Needy greedy aggressive seekers
Those who even a second before
Lay hidden in hibernation
In the tightly closed boxes of steel
On the verge of elimination
Thanks to the...

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I am a bird in space 
      despite not having my wings depicted 
                I...

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I am a bird in space 
      despite not having my wings depicted 
                I...

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What they saw, that seminal liberation day,
Defied, at first, all comprehension;
The winding dirt road uncoiled to a clearing,
Snaked to primal ordinariness, a camp, militia deserted.
Static gates, fences of rust stained barbed wire,
Ramshackle huts in the...

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suddenly from somewhere
a street urchin
an untamed bird of the wider sky
dropped down into the circus tent.

before him unfurled,
scenes eerie, awesome!
soaring lions and tigers,
gibbering baboons, caravans of camels,
animal tamers and acrobats,
artists balancing on poles,
swinging from bars...

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The winds is too haunting
its dour, dreary and daunting
its voiceless song is wanting
for souls to listen it flaunting

Its whistling tunes that play
eerie melodies of dismay
oft sweet, oft an angered fray
they beckon me to come away

From...

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As I walk and linger the only baneful bringer banished from multitudes
For the sky is gone no more descending dawn engulfed by my solitudes
Much pain to bare a seductive scare as I stand on the...

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Suddenly from somewhere
A street urchin-
An untamed bird of the wider sky
Dropped down
Into the circus tent
Before him was unfurled
Scenes eerie….awesome!!

Roaring lions and tigers,
Gibbering baboons, caravans of camels,
Animal tamers and acrobats,
Artists balancing on poles
Swinging from bars to...

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I can still hear the echo of bells tolling its dirge.
As I sat on my rocking chair in the semi-darkness.  
Outside as if in defiance the moon shone brightly
Illuminating my room through the large...

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Villanelle : The Smell of Woman the Whiff of Chaste Nutmeg Cinnamon

The smell of woman the whiff of chaste nutmeg cinnamon
The lone mythic bird gone to sing in other dulcet climes
She bathes in cloistered mountain...

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