Long Wakens Poems

Ode to Be

I feel different from other people,
Some say I am weird and strange,
This endless striving to be accepted, 
Just leaves me disheartened and drained. 
I haven’t found God in the Bible, 
But your eyes...

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"50 Words for Poe: camera obscura"



The Night Flower 
turns in her bed
in a dark room
stories of wraiths 
like flies buzzing in her head
and blood-sucking bugs that bite
Rippers and lovers dead
come to collect her from her
ornery...

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On a cold winter’s night
We sit close together
By a fire, warm and snug
Almost sleeping, certainly dreaming

A hand-knit blanket is over us
It keeps us warm
As we watch the snow fall
On the back patio of our home

We...

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Flames of brilliant white-blue fire
Flash through the dark of night
Giving my thoughts a place to graze
Like cattle on the land, in the hay
Feeding off the nutrients of grass
Clumps of precious sustenance 
Nourishing my ideas and...

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Viewing the crucifixion scene capturing my soul 
I'm glued to the vital character bearing the painting's essence  
Staring at His image, my mind is gripped with Scripture verses
Unraveling momentous event in history - spiritual...

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Neptune: 
I believe what I endowed the earth
with the swashing foreland when
the arogant waves strikes and take birth
of gentle ripples while flashing back
To the oceanic abyss, the sapphire peace. But
Where are you my marine fille?
Come...

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Deemed significant culturally,
a fantastic and old comedy
is this film I love,
which is the tale of
a weatherman played by Bill Murray.

This weatherman Phil has been sent
to cover the groundhog event.
He’s so hard to please,
and that’s because...

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Immortal. The word spoken passed through on a slight breeze, a wind to splinter trees. 

A flaming light, in the distance a bird in solemn flight. 

Soaring over, down below, drove into the depths as...

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What Distance?

The distance between them is 
folded up like a sheet of paper. 
That first kiss, her heart
is his forever.

He carries her bags 
to the guest bedroom.
He leaves so she can 
dress for the wedding....

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Mademoiselle L'Vampyre - The Shade
The view of Paris, from the home she made
was such a sight no other eyes have layed,
and she could see right down the River Seine
in soft moonlight; and any passing men
would...

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Lanzamother
A poem for Lanzarote

Dark Mother I am impatient 
To celebrate your vulnerable, wild nature in a poem,
But I don’t know You, 
yet…
I long to dance your breathtakingly raw beauty 
But I feel like an adolescent...

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good morning
The optimization of algorithmic formulae in a lake is creating a custard like vision. But visions are often akin to vases but clearly cleaned out by tackling the hooded fish by dive bombing using...

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Two Silly Fools (at the coffee shop)


The shop was full
Only one seat to spare
Excuse me sirs, can I have a chair?
Why yes they said, smiles filled the air

They happened to be poets the same as...

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Thankfully, I have opened my eyes this morning. I have smelt the aroma from the coffee urn that has been automatically set for 6am. As I stepped out of my bed and onto my cold...

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The sun shines in perfect darkness, twirling relentlessly ...

as do a trillion trillion other stars, daubed on the blackest black.
Still, life itself seeds and burgeons in the warmth of its precious light,
its particles, the core...

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In my global village, Oxy, where folks live all alone,
There’s lots of open secrets, for secrets are well-known!

Fairly dark alien residents live with us above ground.
A dull roar or deafening silence you hear when they’re...

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Birdsong wakens me at the crack of dawn
I try hard to get back to sleep until the early morn

Heading for the bathroom I ‘tinkle’ on the loo
On rousing I think its something that most people...

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With flaming pen 
The beast inside me scratches to remove,
Fingers pulsing with my heartbeat growing
What will prove
To quit and quiet or sparkle softly, 
In the distant night.
What would it prove to cater to 
Such shallowness...

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As the telling of the tale should go ~
lonely old ladies always have a cat
but I don't consider myself an old crow
so I'll ignore the tale ~ and that's that!

My Bella was a little homeless...

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Last Mirage of Love

Is a dream afraid of stirring a child left sleeping through the day
never to see the world that’s shinning 
or the fields where they would play.

If I were lost you wouldn’t find...

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The Powerhouse Within Us.
.
The powerhouse in each one of us
When activated by self belief faith and prayer
Often lays dormant in slumber
Even though it’ always there
.
There is nothing that can’t be done
We all have the potential...

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Shes’s Breathless.
The light is dark, and the Air cries a wrenching scream
Tossing and turning in her Coffin
She Sleeps and She dreams

Sitting High on a Oak Tree, He watches Sammee
Lose herself, in the midst of a...

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Crow Mornings


Early mornings, bright ice  blues as life wakens 

birds  and squirrels  scratch for seeds and nuts

black crows pound at the tree 

strike and crush walnuts wait for cars to drive by

to...

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Early morning  wakens  and  as the cockerel starts to crow,
Mr fox starts his  hunting 
 and toward the coup he goes,
Peeking through the door way and thinking of his fun,
 face...

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Guys may think being a woman is easy,
But put yourself in our shoes, see if its pleasing.
You'll notice guys talk only to your breast,
Don't bother yelling about it, you'll just waste your breathe.
They'll also try...

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