Long Tinctures Poems

Old Glory has Something He Wants to Say  
By – Roger White
The dawn’s first sunlight crests over the eastern horizon.  A midnight dark sky leisurely changes tinctures: blue becomes purple, bright azure and...

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"The Call of the Grimoire" 


when Exalibur was retrieved 

from the rock, then foolishly 
and irretrievably lost 
in that dreadful battle most worthless

the imps encouraged 
the once good Poesie folk 
to jeer and throw pebbles

the...

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Each Zen ZeroSoul
invites a sacredly unique understoried purpose,
enthymematic matriotic meaning
through nurturing Health-Wealth Consciousness.

ZenSoul identity
heroic voice
shadow sacred
yin-suppressed
among LeftBrain Dominant
adolescent RedStates,
monocultural extraction planners.

Red or Blue
and Green 
between
depths of social Turquoise personality
for outdoor aquatic conversations,
ebbs and flows,
eggs and...

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“Upon Waking”


Slumber has its upsides 
while the outside runs around
like a split fowlyard, 
cacophonous 
pecking at each other 
and at the ground…

Elsewhere, 

like dull background noise
through the fog of dream 
the sound of the gamble...

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No One
by Michael R. Burch

No One hears the bells tonight;
they tell him something isn’t right.
But No One is not one to rush;
he lies in grasses greenly lush
as far away a startled thrush
flees from horned owls...

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My parenting totem
was the Hawk
of bicamerally perfect egocentric vision
usually greeted by a loud Yang squawk
and vigorous walk
in the other wrong direction.

My WiseElder totem
is the Turkey,
CoMessiah of CoRedemptive Dying
as notnot loving EarthTribe's future lives.

At eight,
my totem...

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All things that glow and move,
all things that change and pass,
I gather their delight
as in a burning-glass;
Judith Wright

The Queen's Conjurer
1.
'Given to magic and uncanny arts'
'Art mathematical' to make strange works
 Genius of movement artificial
Mechanical scarab...

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Written on 27 September For: 
No. 1244 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand

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I'm the roving reporter on the move again
(despite having a cold I had to take the children to gymnastics and because I'm disorganised I'm crossing several lanes of traffic on foot whilst they are in...

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Lunar phases of deepest thoughts
Fasi lunari dei piu' profondi pensieri 


The unwritten absence of your 
beautiful soul, before you entered my world—
I closed my eyes to the 
sparkling tinctures surrounding it, 
feeling silent tears glide...

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Poetry is tangerine and other potent or poisonous colors.
It is the breath you feel at the nape of your neck and
the strong caress of flesh on flesh, defying death.
It is most certainly Spring with petal...

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Observe and see
Festive cheer warms;
Spirits set free

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Cherry blossoms
Pink carpet pathway;
Waiting patiently

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Here's to you
Sakura moments;
Sparkling sunshine

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Moon overhead
View from my window;
Tender conversations

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Mahjong games
Relatives chit-chat;
My winning streak

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Touch of magic
Spring wind rustles;
Cheery blossoms fall

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Moonlight stroll
Old arch bridge;
Squeaky wood groans

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Two...

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She thought of years, within a maluable 
frame, but a body, pulled out of orbit.

Yet her senses are its captive.
"How"? that's the question they, the young,

ask themselves..or someone else. 
I am asked,  "Why"? It...

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I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.
Ah, zeal of crossroads drove an interconnected strand.
Oh,goodness, how my initiative has flustered.

If we communicated then we would have bonded,
over a shared experience of parents who ailed....

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Jesus replied, “Foxes have holes
and birds of the air have nests,
but the Son of Man has no place
to lay his head.”  Matthew 8:20 NIV

PLACE OF RESPITE

Cheek-tinge of pink dawning in the murky skies.
Blandness of...

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Breezy balmy zephyr
Whistling through your hair;
Sparkling sunburst

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Waltzing on the breeze
Lady with parasol;
Sunscreen stroll

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Old friends meeting
Chat over lunch;
Journey update

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Words in brief entry
Journey journal;
Vivid self-talk

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Afternoon siesta
Drowsy with sweet talk;
Somnolence loiters

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Charming manners preside
Good nature speaks;
Gentle murmurings

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Listen calmly
My lovely...

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A lone black crow
sits on a limb of a tree

amongst a crowd of trees
that surround the townhouses.

The trees' silhouettes 
are drawn on the brick; 

on the shingled roofs;
by the Sun this Late January. 

The dark...

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The sea and the sky wander quietly grey
As down secretive lanes the day wanders away
Into emerald green pages and streams of dark blue
And wherever I look there are pages of you,
I hear whisper on whisper...

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There's an eerie feeling in the air tonight.
Voices in the distance seem full of fright.
Crisp cold winds that blow
chilling to the bone...
leaves rustling in the darkness, unknown.

Silence even whispers loud the fear,
Silhouettes of ghosts on...

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When fallen angels came roaring down,
Darkness formed the company of Nephilim,
In renowned legend, armed with more legion
Godless tinctures fleece hapless Canaan town. 

The grim left breath in the ground, wild and wet,
Through Pitch-black gate, giant...

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Bursting shades of fire ember sweet desire 
an Orange Jubilee, bathing in the sun   
Wild charmed poppies, blushing  sunsets 
paprika colored dahlias blowing in the wind;
Nostalgic golden lights of evening twilight...

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Bamboo clusters sway
New year breeze hurls;
Tinctures of dawn

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Magic moments thrill
Beginnings beckon;
A touch divine

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Here in this room
Writes of a sort;
Colour sparks tints

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Waiting upon words
Wit fondles pun;
Collect stray fragment

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By park detour
Wet wooden benches;
Desolate feel

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December died
In January rain;
Sadness...

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Gathered as a swarm of bees,
He stands poised with swollen knees,
Squinting forcefully towards fleeting
Dreams, beyond the dreadful, scum sucking

Incumbants, bathing in their own excrement.
Eyes opaque like a hard boiled egg;
Squishy, bleeding yoke chased
By morbid impulses...

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I see the colors of God
in the blue of sky, in
the glorious sunsets--
His passion on brilliant
display—I see His gold
in the swaying wheat
and in the blossoming 
glens, ripe with wings and
musical droning...

I see His constantly
changing shapes,...

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Memory slips away
In that strange forgetfulness


Only faint pictures float
In my distant horizon


And when I try to find
Only tinctures blindly tell


Odd that I should know this
Sad glimpses of old times gone


Each stray thought brings odd hints
Only...

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