Long Wakeful Poems

Once a pawn a time within castellated bishopric

We purchased 2020 Hyundai Elantra
at Enterprise Car Rental
1207 West Ridge Pike
Conshohocken, Pennsylvania 19428
April thirteenth two thousand twenty three
witnessed greatest amount of money
I spent at one time.

The following day...

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"The Emasculation of Man"
 


The world goes by loudly
emasculated man 
sees nothing 
for what it’s worth
ignorant and 
pumelling chests
gorilla armies 
neanderthals
small brained 
with closed fists 
power hungry 
greed-fuelled 
knowing all 
blind to the 
supernatural
natural course...

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Ah...Satisfactorily Succumbing Into Salubrious Sleep

Aye sandman, I surrender to yar supreme governance
surreal spectacular soiree gifts subconscious sphere
soothing (analogous to natural palliative), ah...REM
member nought, asper exquisite entertaining cerebral
kaleidoscope replete with nonpareil visual trappings

aesthetically tantalizing unforgettable..., but...

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"Dandylion" 

The guy was a 
Dandylion 
there was 
no denying it

full of promises
and making wishes
residing over 
this new world

poetically 
speaking, he
shone like 
the Sun

he sat on his throne
for all to see
the mane man
roaring non-garrulous

declaring 
to...

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Bombarded by myriads of daily data without cease,
I suggest a forthright discourse on this topic,
carousel of trend and sound adherence  merely looming?
some unwitting sentiment  an aspirational diction,
reverberation or innuendo pending aftermath augur,
the world...

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“As God’s spark ensouling organic form,
I am that presence which cannot be named,
felt within as a magnetic bliss storm,
divine pulsation that cannot be tamed,
gentled by His touch, within body framed.
I am that which transcends both...

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"Brave Heart"



O what Leonine love
could sway 
iron clad heart
to move closer 

reflection 
watches stealth like
under cover 
kneads softly 

some kind need 
from altered
genuflection
wrong gone right

an eye remains
genuine to see 
evermore clearly
the truth of light

words from...

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The (tongue In Cheek) Balm...
Of "permanent" Sleep

Abbott, nothing beats the
     immortal heavenly reincarnation
     after mortality odometer
     unexpectedly set to zeros
preparing deceased
  ...

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Tranquil, pearly moon arises, at the tangerine end of the memorable day,
Just like the ones we knew back when, until golden time was swept away.

Dressed up people laugh somewhere, very eager for a night on...

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In the twilight hours I lie
On my back face-up closed-eyes facing the sky
I am clarity
Not fully awake or asleep 
Free of prejudiced mind and sanity
And my mind wanders 
Snippets of thoughts and assessments
Judgements and decisions...

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{"I detest you, I hate you with my all.
I despise, abhor, and loathe you for evolving me into a fatigue of desperation for you; the anguish, the hysteria to feel treasured by some other commodity,...

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While rifling through outdated poems of mine
some written quite a number of years ago,
the following mewing effort, I decided to post
for all purring cyber surfers linkedin 
to the webbed, wide world to read.

Prince Of A...

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A most disruptive sleep - psyche violently pummeled

Upon awakening earlier today
(May 26th, 2020)
felt utterly fatigued without fail
tormenting dreams found yours truly
jangled, harried and
frenzied across broadscale
valiant effort to remain awake
exerted to no avail.

Exhaustion pounded noggin
on par...

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In The Realities Of Despair

Anxiety has kept me awake since many a night
Though exhausted as I am, I’m unable still to sleep
Corners of my house hasn’t a darkness no more to hide
Is there only defiance...

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My Pet Poems, Max

I hopped onto Craig’s List, made a phone call.  

Next day, with a royal blue, nylon carrier, which had a small, zippered door, sitting on the back seat ready, we drove...

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Here another season has gone
And winter is back to this town
I’ve always been afraid of thunder and sparkle
‘Cause its rumbling reminds me that I'm a loner
You say you’re here to watch over me
That you‘ll never...

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Old servile sleep descends on heavy wings
From laden summits wrapped in icy clouds 
When, glassy-eyed, the owl cold midnight rings
And snowy mist the starry light enshrouds. 

Atop the ancient firs, the birds lie still
And cling...

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Law began by living,
locomotion meeting the rails of electric rainfall,
Consequence coursing through interconnected crossbeams
making all form fruit of the first & final recipe,
one great statute spawned from the storm
billowing from Divinity's genius,
everything in the Universe...

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There is a stranger at my gate.

He stands there watching me with his glowing golden eyes, unthreatening but ever present.  I've gone to my gate to ask questions of the silent unmoving visitor, his...

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Written: April 8, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand

            *******************

love fleeting 
           ...

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Losing the Light
	by Cheryl Higgins
 UNSUPPORTED CODE  - with a quote
from J.D.
McClatchy's
three-part poem
"Three Dreams of
Elizabeth
Bishop" UNSUPPORTED CODE 

What sold me on the
architect's clever
evening tour
besides designer
lighting and too
many vodka bitters
wasn't this
relentless dawn
scraping every
skylight in 
every...

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Ah...Satisfactorily Succumbing Into Salubrious Sleep

Aye sandman, I surrender to yar supreme governance
surreal spectacular soiree gifts subconscious sphere
soothing (analogous to natural palliative), ah...REM
member nought, asper exquisite entertaining cerebral
kaleidoscope replete with nonpareil visual trappings

aesthetically tantalizing unforgettable..., but...

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Preface to this brief bitty
written snap ting snapshot – word ditty
dates back before I reached gritty
age of eight and fifty, aye recall a kitty
rescued by my youngest sister, who took pity
and felt aghast, 
at a...

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I love to visit the church; to wander in the graveyard…
Flitting fleet-footed amongst the copse of corpses, 
The grey stone groves of death – 
I love those humble long-suffering tombstones,
They rear their bleak blackened heads...

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for Eric Mottram

           "Nur wenn das Herz erschlossen,
            Dann ist die Erde schön."
 ...

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