Long Treacle Poems

“The Juniper Prize: Between the Known and the Unknown”

That man built a house 
of straw and sticks
and the stories that burned within -

all consuming the titled prize;

like a bird 
sings a song
the metre repeats and...

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Soon, the sun was lying low, a bright full moon was now on show
Santa switched on Walnut’s glow… “Ho Ho Ho and away we go.”
Walnut played along and led the team of reindeer and their...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone, brick and muck.
Main waterway, depending on era
town or sailor beck,...

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My twilight Dream Catcher.

Sweet melodies tug at my heart strings.
The waves roll in as the blue whale sings.
As empty moonbeams fade,
In the cosmos evenly laid.
Layers of complexity.
Clouds meandering are a formality.
A tonic of love, a...

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A brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte 

specified such so as to issue a rhyme, 
but proceeded as this scribe 
didst git linkedin with the cutting crew,
mow or less feeling grassy us,
yet not the...

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Listen to the wind as it crashes into the towns and villages and downs mighty trees,
Stand still, let it blow until you nearly fall, face its anger and lean into the cold wind,
It brings snow...

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Written: April 21, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand

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Eat
   this 

       red

...

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I can feel it. 
It’s not quite tangible, 
Just out of reach,
Yet nonetheless real. 
Like a sixth sense on my sixth sense. 
The anticipation hangs in the air, 
The thick, jelly like, immovable air. 
Tempers...

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“Smoking Gun”


Twisted Blistered dance with me
Come on Brother Snow get off your genuflection mojo knees
The World’s about to turn and merge
Vibrating dimensions souls that turn 4th and 5th must be better than 3rd
The World’s a...

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Students their little burning harmonies | you compos’d it 
One single gallery | public arras blasé debate re-placed
Sheets just- | cool on clothesline whiskered with wear.
Variousness was it| trusted its core | bayou, brilliant books
In...

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"Black Molasses"



Black Molasses 
holds to ransom 
footprints 
sucked into 
Tropic of Capricorn mud
as bushfires bleed
sugar from cane
like molten glucose 
shot into the veins
of Mother Earth gone all
libertine sour 
like Lemon Grass
crushed and burnt 
acrid smoke...

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 Part 3

9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing......

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Athletic angels are analytical and archaic. But dust bombs do not derive from red, yellow, blue and purple shimmer shimmers nor do they derive from green, pink and orange glitter glitters. A hesitation of hue...

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Ur an extension of myself, a literal blister,
It’s mad sometimes how much I’ve missed ya 
You’ve walked in my footsteps for almost your whole life
Taught you how to be kinky as ever and still a...

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Jam roly poly, treacle sponge
And sticky toffee pudding head the top of my list
But apple pie, rhubarb crumble
Or a decent cheesecake are hard to resist

Banana splits, eclairs or brownies
Dumplings, nougat, cheese board or mousse
Crème brûlée....

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I know this lovely poet,
Her name is Ann Gilmour 
She really is an angel,
One that I adore.
She's a best friend of my Auntie,
They have a lot in common,
Parkinson's being one of them
Which is really rather...

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Petrified pottery ponders plots. Ploys play putting purring. And a frantically fraternising pickle arch can glow on many a skyline at dusk. In many hues. Many dusks many arches many hues and many hues mean...

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specified such so as to issue a rhyme, 
   but proceed as this scribe 
   doth git linkedin with the cutting crew
yet not the least whirlwind will offset 
  ...

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Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar..

Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. 

Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…whirls..down dimpled dappled jar..

Parched pagans besmirch..sip...druid fluid drip..Iris’s secular church..

Venerate yesteryear dips…commemorate Faustian fillips....teasingly pickled..

Smug treacle toned thatch rugs...

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It was a still quiet night ,children were a bed 
Lost in dreamland amid clouds and unicorns
The elders sat around the dying embers
Drinking and laughing about the days events.
They too were soon overtaken by sleep
Eyelids...

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The art of saying what cannot be

………………………………………..for Harriet Monroe
… said
………………or need not be

What's the difference if you call tinnitus or l'acouphène  a 'tintement, a 'buzzing', a 'chuintement', a 'whistling', or pure sounds of music...

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A whale kilowatt is a power source indeed. Floatation over gallons is a fantastic idea. But when a raven flies in a circular fashion it is then time for the washing party of grizzly bears...

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Stuttering heaves of prickling breaths
the wind I swallowed is laughing at me
or is it the oxygen it boasts that mocks the lungs that crave
ammunition, cogent, to birth veristic life?

Whatever it is, I’m past caring
yet the...

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This rhyme may seem strange but each word's truly equal
Now Beetle's tale's done no need for a sequel.
They'd chat by the teazel of matters so lethal
Of sequels and prequels and justice so penal.

In fields green...

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I'm standing on earth, on fresh green grass, with wind softly kissing my cheek.
I feel the blades, between my toes, the softness and calm that I seek.
The sun oozes down, from cotton filled skies, and...

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