Long Unplumbed Poems

"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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Spectrums, Tints and Shades

Like the painter’s palette awash with hues and tones – white to tint and black to shade, greys scattered in between: 

What risks we run:
Shaving a little too close that we get...

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Written: September 12, 2023
Ocean Poetry Contest                             ...

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The azure ocean, home to the embedded enormous incomprehensible riches of mysteries and riddles,
More than the Mars, lies unfathomed, underneath the conundrum of oceanic colossal rhythms. 

From the The Milky Sea Phenomenon, a sight captured...

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I love to read Charles Bukowski
My Brother, Bill could have written like him
Sitting at a rust-leg old table in that fractured rectangle
     above a liquor store
     ...

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The velvet sky was strangely quiet...
    The Earth still and hushed beneath my feet.
No mountains groaned, no crumbling stone
    Giving voice to my defeat.
The lake... calm and placid like...

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Anything of substance now silent,
no nuance in bony dialect;
Floundering in a devoid ocean 
we are starving for fluid language;
Razor thin cuts painful and shallow 
banal waters lack diversity;

Uninspired without diversity 
collaboration’s fallen silent;
Sand bar bellows...

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A sweet broad smile, a million tears behind,
Aching heart invisible, so is the distressed mind,
Disgust and repulsion, the soul is shuddered, 
Repose follows a burst out, tears on the wind !

Priceless pearls rolled down rosy...

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The garden of love
Hearts that grow from nothing
Is it possible ?
Silver light has woven my dreams

At the sight of beauty
Life is power and breath
Laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ all day

Chasing butterflies and bees
Oh, I love the silence...

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They’ve hauled me into the parlour,
secure in terracotta packed with soil,
to sit awhile before my ritual humiliation.
Soon I will be baubled,
showy, gaudy, tinselled –
the court jester who will keep them
smiling through their feast –
and burdened...

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Beautiful words uttered softly to me 
Equal the elegant cerulean sea 
In loveliness and tranquility 

The point of turning sees the tide flow back in time 
To places of the heart, yet, unexplored 
And depths...

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He towers as tall as the tallest tree,
wide as the lateral branches extend,
black eyes from unplumbed depth of shifting sea. 
His breath, fire behind clouds strength to suspend 
or expel like a dragon's reservoir.
He has...

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Raven

He riffled through his thoughts erecting a wall;
black eyes from unplumbed depth of shifting sea.
Gray as gray, as the raven mocks and pin
with a withering look a prostrate pawn.
Impotent to think of anything at all
other...

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