Long Wearers Poems

 The People with Wings
 It was a huge photograph of an eye – an amazing eye that now drew everyone to Mecca.  It was said to belong to one of the ‘People with...

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Migrants on the move from violence
their only possession
breath-space on a smuggler’s boat
secured with back-bent harvests 
in pretzel-bent systems
weight of crates of strawberries 
hoisted on hell-bent backs
just trying to reach Spanish-shores’-east 
from Moroccan beach with a...

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The year ends on saddest notes
of crying, dying babies in Palestine 
and obstructed efforts 
to throw them a lifeline 

They ought to have long halted
this ethnic cleansing 
of the indigenous inhabitants
Stop the cruel bombardment
of their...

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The pre-dawn stillness was temporarily broken by the sound of crunching gravel as boots meet rock like an orchestra of timpani drums,  beating in unison as the wearers make their way to the iron...

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Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense! 

Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping...

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Incertitude
Who am I...?
Am I the first born son, emanating from a fire of passion?
Am I the long lost hope, rekindled, ravenous in the eyes of my forebears?
Am I the caressed cocoon, spun out of love...

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In times of trouble it outshines its glow 
The supposed intrinsic value of its allure
Is a safe house in times of economic un-certainty
When money is being made but not through 
Traditional means 

The historian would...

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My soul filled with pride and my eyes misted as the parade passed in review.
'Twas the annual hometown Veterans Day Parade that I was privileged to view.
Veterans, young and old marched behind the flag that...

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Watching the small crowds of people declaring their rights
Guns on their belts in their hands yelling at Governors and pressing at policemen 
Spitting at mask wearers, licking boxes and pointless fights
Indifferent to the sufferings of...

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Serving my father's land is a badge of honour
—this I wear with pride,
Like a radiant star shining bright in the darkness.

The call to duty was music to my ears,
A melody of purpose,
—this echoed the sacrifices...

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SheDanger of the North Sea and Klinedyke  will cut your heart out 
Feed it to the body wearers, and give you a blood curling shout. 
She was raised by the most fierce king who...

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She whispered to me, "I hope you suffer well."
God heard her words, and he smiled,
for if suffering is what she wanted for me,
her hopes would soon be smothered in hell.

To give my best to those...

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The necktie wearers, and flag pin bearers
Combing arcane smiles 
With not one word out of place 
Colluded to recreate
Pearl harbor's reincarnate
History's wounds slashed by new swords
A mirror of quondam contempt 
Semblance of peace sat behind...

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What is mist in my demeanour,
makes me fray when I am touched,
the thread is just a little leaner,
when the rug is pulled too much.

Adjust the light, 
reduce the glare,
the eyes will compensate the glow
with just...

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.....might have been the Did not see the other identical twin
it..............................the  other one.
no love would have this heart
Always thought i would make a good
wait good is that right word anyway
good serial killer
you know
unusual m.o.
not...

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In the depths of a world breathing beneath the vast and silent sky,
Where shadows are memories of days that were never ours,
Someone, an architect of dreams and fear, stretches their invisible fingers,
Gently caressing the fragile...

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The wretched wearers of this mound of shoes who once walked free,
And enjoyed The Creator's munificence, life and pursuit of liberty,
Are now but scattered ashes with their shoes cast in a gruesome heap,
By ruthless and...

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The chamber is empty
And full of silence

Columns hold it up
Etched with scripture

The dead live here
Illuminating the walls

A line of torches
Burst with blue flame

In the very center
Resides a pentagram

Standing at each star point
Hooded devils chant

The silence...

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English women love their hats, 
From commoner to Queen; 
If you watched William’s wedding,
Then you know just what I mean.

From wild and wacky to sedate,
The headgear called attention;
Most were classy - stylish, too,
And some defied...

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I spent all day shopping for a ruby,
it's my wife's birthstone; nothing else will do.
And I wish to find a true paragon, 
though flawless rubies are scarce and few.

I'm hoping for a pigeon-blood red gem
that...

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Bitter hand, trembling digits. Light forbidden by the wearers.

Leaving that which is most sacred behind, taking nothing.

Falling from on high, no light follows when falling this far.

Not knowing what anything is, a pound of ignorance.

All...

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The air drips over the lake
yet to be thundered awake. 
Mirages waver.
Bare feet on black asphalt quake
Keepers on sand tractors rake. 
That's summer's flavor.
Swimsuit wearers all partake
of young beauties and beef cake
as love is a...

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Books are passé’, Grandma!
No one uses them anymore
Let’s burn them all.
It was one of the hood wearers.
The older woman was shocked to her core.
She had never gotten used to the I-pads, I-pods or I-phones.

Let me...

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My glasses are for distance;
I remove them when I read.
I couldn’t drive without them, though – 
That much is guaranteed.

Yet when I sit down for a meal,
My glasses have to go.
They bother me when eating,
Although...

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So far, the reddest river
But does not flow forever:
A coursing through enclosures
Vessels furnishing closures…

For journeys should Heart Pump thank:
They would cease, if The Heart Sank
To be left a congealed mass
While owners eyes ‘doomed shut glass…’

Lots...

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