Long Weirs Poems

Ghost Of Tsali Comes

Lost in mist and maze
Ghost of Tsali in the corn
River water runs

Colors of fall alive
“Til moon replaces sun
That’s when Tsali comes 

Corn roots cling to bone
As he tends the empty weirs
This spot...

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Nylon waste is often akin to a brushed out stable, manger, or stall. But brushing the carpet is often a resemblance of a swirling cloud of dust and tobacco shards and tobacco shards are not...

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dust had gathered on her many memories in outlines and heaps

had sheltered her from full on attacks of pain and self lacerations

the broom with razors attached right next to the end of the stick


inside lay...

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Ludwig Andreas von Feuerbach Or What Is in A Name
 
When building Babylonian Towers with the Lego of our minds we construct 
            ...

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This poem was inspired by the interviews by Earl K. Pollon and S. S. Matheson conducted with native Sekanni peoples who were negatively effected by the flooding of their communal homelands by the building of...

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While I gaze in your eyes, cool cerulean blue,
Sifting night, straining stars through morning’s sweet dew,
I can fathom the depths of empyreal skies,
Angels fluttering by, riding wild butterflies

While I gaze in your eyes, changing, aqua-blue...

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Homey eyes of peasant stew
A cozy-colored mossy mew
Stony cottage, snowcheeks bleu
The forest fins for frosted fruits.

The warmest thought speaks crumbly bread
A partridge purr puffs through my head
That grants the grunkest grue a ‘Get!’
To packrat out...

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...... Part 3 ......

The old wolf creeps, the old wolf leaps
on prey he’s been a’ trackin’ –
a deer adorned with branchin’ horns
is torn by beasts attackin’.
The morning quakes, a shadow shakes,
tined antlers left a’ lyin’,
and...

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Let me tell you of a man in a roundabout way
As you casually straighten your tie
The first I heard of Wales 
Was in a public school in England
Knotty Ash to be precise
The school was at...

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There is a harbor, dark and still, 
That formed ten thousand years ago. 
It lies upon the western sill 
Of Grand Manan, in indigo. 

Seagulls soar above the cliffs. 
Puffins nest on jagged rock. 
From...

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The long years are harsh where the hot sun does burn
on the sand hills and plains when seasons won’t turn
where saltbush and samphire do somehow survive
and through these hot days there seems little alive.

But shade...

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O my Love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Love's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve...

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I rue chances missed and days spent
Prevaricating whether to break the ice
Hold back, keep a low profile with my back bent
In a vow to sprinkle no more spice

In moves and grooves meant to cosset pride
Keeping...

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My park to me was not see-saws nor swings
instead, a treasure chest of stranger things.
A marble grave, 1891, well kept
where 'Tiny', estate owner's dog now slept.
The long gone Manor House front Portico
and where the star...

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PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets

           APOLOGUE
A Flame, to conquer creeping...

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Millipede. Multitude. Millionaire damson. When elevation is caused by an unauthorized z code a b could be an m an an m could be a t or an a so please do not throw coats...

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Water Sculptor

Life stretches into abundant sheaths swelling with water,
Living breath of the selfless servant cascades through veins 
Drawn into waterways of stalks and roots
Reaching – climbing – filling - shaping
Boughs of mighty oaks and agile...

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Rackets, rockets and sprockets of lies in their sties fly fast
Treasures and pleasures of truth offer orphans wisdom to last
Choose to cruise in lies and perish
Cruise to groove in truth and prune proof to furnish....

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He hung there, a sobering sight, 
like the full moon on a misty night. 
John Riox, smothered in slime, 
ghastly ghost adrift in time. 

He wrestles ropes of rubbery kelp, 
his sunken eyes pleading for...

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My oh my, how time doth flee!
Seems only yesterday I was at my Mother's knee.
So much water has trickled over the weirs,
Now, here I am well advanced in years!

Off to school for a proper education,
Teachers...

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Rose Coloured Lies*

Dark is the night of my years
Stained is your note with my tears
Dropped from my hand…
Windows reflect all my fears
Shattered by fragmented weirs
Beneath the rand
Rose among thorns with no shears
Coloured last blush no...

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Had to fall out of love for thee
in order to bear the pain
of thy being

Turned away drooping ears
to lessen the sound  
of thou troubled cries

Drained are nigh of mine eyes
to not share in the...

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'I left my dreams in the sand...
On a beach, named Weirs
With a plight of distaste...
...and, one more demon for each freckle on Her face'

The smoke cleared between my eyes
I wrestled with each plagued notion of...

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Millipede. Multitude. Millionaire damson. When elevation is caused by an unauthorized z code a b could be an m an an m could be a t or an a so please do not throw coats...

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