Long Tunics Poems

Femme Fatale By A Wishing Well 
  (In The Wastelands Of War)

Warm as breath on placid skin,
Soft as gentle summer rains,
Loud as natures angry clouds
That gather in ambushed lanes,
To confer with the wounded boys
Whose...

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Suddenly, two Indian boys throw themselves into the water like meteors
swiming towards camp chatty as prarie dogs,
they hail from a Teton encampment of 74 lodges a few miles up river
most of the men are feeling...

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I'd love to paint, a picture for you, of images in my head.
Of a quirky old town, I'll set the scene, as you rise from a crooked bed.
The room you're in, whilst large in size,...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and curled,
stray stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through...

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Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
        ...

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A GLIMPSE OF HERITAGE

To Visit the past, is to understand your future.

The storm was moving away, the noise no longer pounding,
Sky turned blue from dark, thunder abating, hail disappearing,
I took refuge under a bridge during...

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My grandparents lived on farms – both sides of my family.
My mother’s parents and my father’s parents.
Overalls and button down shirts with pockets
Work boots for grandpas

Except my single grandpa did get dressed up fancy
For Saturday...

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I’m stealing through a twilit realm, the ancient pale of Whereis,
passing chambers of an Heiress
(though no need to feel embarrassed)
through a magic mystic mirror hanging curtainless.

A glimpse near naked alleyways (denuded by the moon) ex-
poses...

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Page 4

They do not move a muscle                           
Nor give...

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One two three pea leap. Wow. A slip knot is neither a sleep nor a striped strap. But stealing from an arsenal area is not a wonderful idea is it really? Well come on....is it?...

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Then the guns roared!! and it was hard to distinguish the 
Hush from the roaring; the two seemed almost 
Indistinguishable. 
Was it the roaring, I wondered, or was it the hush that was 
The more...

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Brutus Iulius Trois Page 04
Venus hastened to answer Aurora 
You still weep for Memnon but where is Memnon's grave?
the squalling Memnonides yearly honor an empty tomb
Immortal Memnon dwells in the hall of slain heroes
disporting himself...

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Castles






Medieval towns, the citadels,
as fortified large ornates fascinate,
Engulfed my flaming true passion
that still echoes inside huge walls,
Sound of glittering brave swords
that took to a cowardly deceit,
Condemned moonlight
as we met used to greet,
Midnight shadows over walls...

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Guv, tell me, not without the reason
our Moscow in the fired treason
was burnt and left for French.
Oh, there were fights I see their splendours 
so awesome and we have the embers,
No wonder Russia still remembers
Borodino’s...

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Flaunt
                                  ...

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The books they read were of the past,
of heroes charging to the last,
of native men in native lands
defeated by heroic bands

of horses, sword and flashing lance,
red tunics danced victories dance,
so when for them the bugle...

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Green rolling ember sparks desire
Wrapping around broken clam shells on beds of dirty brown cracking leaves.
Roots slither down and out
Fingers clawing their way to the anti-surface of eternity’s chambers.
Feeling as if it was never going...

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Out of Trenches (WW1)

Out of trenches, we met face to face,
A young Soldier, probably about my age.
With rifle in hand we quavered,
My head, urging me to engage.
Our tunics were muddied and damp,
The ground soft and...

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One sunny afternoon, I coiled
in the grass, and later wriggled
my way through the woods,
though scaly and limbless I am,
yet uniquely created and
outstanding among beasts.
My charming rhythmic
movement caught the attention
of the hunter, who though struck
by awe,...

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Some See
David J Walker

Some see sun 
Some see none
some 
see 
the sum of 
light and countable  
luminations

Some see night 
and fear 
As the first creation
Falling near  
Failing feint 
supplications 

Some see music ...

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ESTIMATING NINE MONTHS FROM ESKIMO KISSES

TUNDRA tunics
tendered,
holding hot
homeothermic
sentient swaddling,
stirred with
warm waves of
cocoa cresting charm,
bathed in barometric
swoon.
sweetheart neckline
netted nefariously
close -
charm capitulated.
frowns forever forlorn,
as aromatics allure —
cologne colonization,
fever-pitch
of friendship,
not so subtly
sensuous —
harbored hashtag,
blue breath
below freezing —
frenetic, freeing
OF...

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