Long Trilled Poems

Self destructive wickedness arrested, convicted, and gaoled...

with kidnapping little boy 
ordered to suffer
life sentence without parole.

The deadly scourge of  
one obsessive/compulsive disorder
nearly left me starving to death.

Anorexia nervosa absent bulimia 
nadir of onset 
diagnoses...

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,It's like some long lost fairy tale 
That's handed down through time
But couldn't be, as you will see
For this strange tale is mine.

I chose to take a country road 
I do from time to time
To...

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"The Precipice"



In the Autumn 
she wore a wedding veil
A cold winter would lift it
Kiss her lips passionately to 
speak words of 
LOVE
on a 
late roll call

“Well, that’s insanity for you” 
some snakes would hiss
others rapture-faced
on...

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Jack and Jill were brother and sister, whose environs were hilly and green;
And they groomed horses and worked in gardens, oft 'til a moonlight scene.

They did daily chores on a farm, in the outlying regions...

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"Mi primo" means my cousin in Spanish.
He calls me his "primita"- little cousin.
This is the story of how mi primo
Taught me about the meaning of bread;
Of the meaning of tortillas...
He and I are exchanging languages...

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one day as a boy, I went down to the sea
clambered o'er rocks way out to the bluff
stopping to search in a tide pool for shells
senses awakened by strong, briny smells
warming, the zephyr was gentle...

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Birdman

Bold Dewi Jones would leave his home
first thing every morning,
and trot him down to Towy Wood
just as day was dawning,
and there he filled his Tesco bag,
five pence from any store,
with chickweed celandine and seed
and other...

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Why does the heart get all the credit for love?
By so-called affairs of the heart, 
that most storied of organs is not unduly inconvenienced. 
It beats, 
now faster, now slower,
that is all, its task ever...

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This August 26th , 2018 rendition 
regarding previous literary endeavor
Wick End Up Date, Snippet Sans... 
...The Deadly Scourge   
...One Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder

(Never abating infiltrating 
writing material e'en superceding 
the death of John McCain, where
Munster...

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Not a flag was unfurled,
and no cornet trilled,
as the rain-swollen clouds,
the bleak valley filled.
 
The wind blowing cold
with a chill that pervades
as the caisson's old wheels
creaked through the glades
 
where leafless Live Oaks
their limbs upward...

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Bird of Prey

On Banyon Lake, where waterfowl dwell,
The night was tranquil and held no fear.
Until came a sound ascended from Hell.
I heard a menacing cry as I drew near.

Upon the shore no wave did break.
No...

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Her hands were happy, 
she fluttered them against 
a cliché sense of blue in the air
and laughed when the allure of 
the flowers further on trilled against
her skin. She submerges herself in light,
filtering through veined...

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When the first buds sprout in spring, begging the day for sun and the night for rain, I speak to each and encourage its efforts. Often by the creek, in solitude, I watch the dragonflies...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Seven

The near-full Moon at night lit the lake up majestic proud
More than the fissioning Sun at noon could make out contours loud
Scurrilous exhausts tore down Her lush flanks...

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Once again, I lay awake
Wishing that sleep would grab and take
Me away to a better place
Where happiness lies face to face

Open waters, rolling hills
Tragic endings, exciting trills
Through foreign nations and mysterious lands
It's almost as if,...

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I hear the music calling me
From the smooth and shiny rows of keys
The ebony and ivory
And all the melodies between
‘Come!’ it says, ‘And play a song
Upon your fingertips I’ll canter along.
Befriend the scales—arpeggios
Follow the tune...

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Quietly, I walked along the pine needled path
as a pair of larks serenaded the morning sky.
They trilled from branches high in the trees
until I sneezed from pollen flying on the breeze.
I'd beg their pardon, saying...

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Pouring into night
heat and cool rest
to blend


A smell 
abstruing sense,
wearing of day,
sliding into an envelope
sent to shadow-lands,
I submerge to rest
in jasmine, 
glimmered to dream
slung in a hammock,
bedazzled in the fire of illusion,
I lay in wonder...

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'I love you' moistens on your lips
          I watch it, breathless, as it drips
            ...

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*Image of Popular DJ Avicii (cutting himself & bled out)
AUDIO: from the film Gladiator, "Now We Are Free"

"Sometimes in life, we're just not cut out for it, hoping people see the point," by Poet

Soma Sonnet:...

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Upon leaves of gold, orange and brunette,
I lay with backpack as my pillow asset.
As air touches me, smooth as any duvet,
cascading songs sing from a drowsy sunset:

Mountain sleep-persuasion strong
sways treetops in cradlesong.
Lay down contents of...

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Yet another surly night staring at a haloed moon,
until I heard a nightingale sing the glories of dawn.
Pastels painted the sky as he trilled an ariose tune.
To the mellifluous sound of his voice, I was...

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On days of childhood past
and long faded into memory,
sisters played beneath a smiling sun
in shadowed rooms of bending willows.
Dainty handkerchiefs swaddled
our Rose of Sharon infants
to keep the newborns warm;
honeysuckle spread sweet fragrance
scenting the summer playhouse
while...

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This morning while walking in the darkness
I hadn’t traveled very far
When I looked up…
and across the sky
I saw a shooting star.

A screech owl trilled, “Did you see that?”
(he was hidden from my view)
Then I heard...

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The place was a symphony of sweet sound
the melodies of nature enough to astound
even the most deaden'd of senses.
There was such an abundance of delicious charm
that the spirit felt awash in a glorious and soothing...

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