Long Tarries Poems

Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead...

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The tears well up, and scarce could she not moan
When father, brother, husband, all have died.
She now has no possessions, neither home,
But travels to a distant, unknown land:
Once so secure, yet now compelled to roam;
Once...

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For life and death were caught within a race
to destiny – and all the world awaits.
His despot realm would falter from the pace
and thus, awaited fire from Heaven’s gates.
As mighty legions faded on the fields
of...

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~names allured ere call of wind _conferred again to Alls’ begin~
~meandering souls ebb tides of sea _ so shall marrows forever be~

We hark unto ye trumpets, O elephants_ tis proclaimed magnificence_
As Ye Bellow of Life’s...

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A French Narrative Poem: A wren comes to rest on a reed after the storm – Dialogue between the bird and the shrub. Translation of Rene Etiemble’s poem: Narration Française

(The very first poem composed by...

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Call of the wild

We talkspeak and nothing much is 
said until a bright spore spot spawns
and gets a seed for sale—compliant
of brotherly love passions filler like dirty
socks in a hamper  forgotten   we...

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In a windswept vale the tree had spread its branches
Its shale like trunk defined by weather had many wounds
One in particular had hollowed inside this stanchion
Braced against pervading skies and silk-watered lagoons
So clearly defined a...

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And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said: Speak to us of children

And he said:

Oh multitudes of children 
Sensually sensitive 

(1)
O piece of my liver - my dewy hair,
My day - my...

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(WORK IN PROGRESS)

O ,wherefore thou ,is thy Sestina Angelina?
she is not here ., thy love thy dove
thou angel eyes hover...oft high above
Tis thyself, a gentleman who doth wait
whilst  me dreams and longs to view...

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Just outside the window
    a row of coned shaped trees bend their foolish heads
                  ...

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The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted.
In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth.
Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so he may shine.

'Tis to...

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Just outside the window
    a row of coned shaped trees bend their foolish heads
                  ...

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A Pinch of Pride

                            A pinch of pride...

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Dave Percell

Dave Percell was many men,
Many of them were meaningless.
Five faces we will talk of here,
Some of kindness, some of fear.

The first I will attest to
Rises with the morning dew:
With ruffled hair and smiling fun,
Dave...

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SUNRISE
Sunrise, hasten
Your feet to come
For in you the blossom
Of my heart berths
Dusk, the mirth of my heart
Has cocooned, and in frigid
 Warmth for sunrise it yearns 
For my sunshine to bring.
Sunrise come for my
Sunshine to...

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Two love birds collide
Different world
Different cities
Different colour
A tale of two cities

Like a 
cinderella 
story...

The groom 
chocolatey
The bride 
lights up

What an 
attraction
Between 
Unlike 
poles...

When the 
chocolate 
enters
The bride 
lights up his 
world

He said he 
loved her
He...

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In the beginning God created
In the beginning was the Word 
Word was with God
Word was God
God knew Adam 
God knew Eve
Eve knew the Tree of Knowledge
Eve knew the apple
Apple has a serpent's interest
Apple in Latin...

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She is a young terrified girl.
A waning light in the dark
A true citizen of a wrong place;
A real burden to self
An epitome of depression
The embodiment of resentment.

Eyelids glued by the pus
That oozed, then clogged her...

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She is a young terrified girl.
A waning light in the dark
A true citizen of a wrong place;
A real burden to self
An epitome of depression
The embodiment of resentment.

Eyelids glued by the pus
That oozed, then clogged her...

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Following the night and twisting and turning, 
laughing and dancing, lifting and yearning-
Barren skin held within, she’s covered in sin, 
DANCING to escape, crimson fire burning. 

Pale and silky nape with straps to carry
her graceful...

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“I have forgiven mother”
She tarries with hope
that the good woman will pray her clemency for her own sins, 
but that hour is expired; 
Gee grew a strong wit
"Mother is no longer my burden"
Jesus came from...

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At last, by night, that tarries late,
they hurry home, to Father's rage,
without a chance to plot their way.
The floodgates fail, as the young miss cries.

A handsome lad, pleads with his eyes,
while telling tales, of how...

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~~~
Tis a gladness found in sadness
mostly pleasure
wince of pain
From an odor round the barroom
none the boys could e'er explain
Like a billowed line of washin'
after gentle fallen rain
Tis the wail of spring befallin'
on a barfly
oh ......

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It’s a dream
Conceived by no one but me
To be pursued by no one but me
Aim at greatness, fame, and legendary
Until its accomplishment, until I’m there.
 
Aiming greatness
Set for all that it takes
Not minding the morass
Ignoring...

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whence place thy sight up above thine shoulders,
as it tarries to see no one but thee alone,
even when thy path seemeth crooked,
and goest astray like a lost wondering sheep,
ye durst wax in the Barn of...

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