Long Wends Poems

Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead...

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My dear friend.

The first time we met,
as I held a door open for her stride,
I saw not the eye's image, not yet;
I glimpsed, outwardly, her beauty inside.

I did a double take at that smile,
heard her...

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The grey mists of a sleeping dawn, cosetting birds still
wrapped up warm in bed, watch a stoat emerge from
its burrow and sprint across his meadow, like a caterpillar
making humped back bridges in Concertina motion

The stoat...

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"I read the news today, oh boy" - Beatles 

apocalyptic revelations spinning 'round inside my head/have me tossing keep me turning wide awake upon my bed/so much hating too much lying chaos just outside my...

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In the heart of the Loire valley
Where the river wends its way
A young dreamer lured by nature
Free of care played music gay
 
As he wandered along footpaths
Playing lightly on his flute
By the vineyards in abundance
And...

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In the heart of the Loire valley
Where the river wends its way
A young dreamer lured by nature
Free of care played music gay

As he wandered along footpaths
Playing lightly on his flute
By the vineyards in abundance
And the...

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"Just take this chalk," (so went his talk, 
to servants sent before): 
"And do not balk. When you uncork 
good liquor, mark the door." 

This way, the churchman planned to pass, 
when pausing for a...

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On the course at Coomealla where the Murray River wends,
Golfers hit their balls and miss the kangaroos,
Now their aim is not to hit them where a fairway shot extends,
For a wayward shot can see us...

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While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,
the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake  –
roused passions neath the sunrise pulse, the whitecaps throb and ache.

Along the crests crawl...

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Alas ample alliteration available?!

True (terrific) title: Trump's truckling tutored troopers...;
wily word wizard worried,
where world wide web wickedly wends.

Triumphantly tenaciously (try to) trample treacly
traffickers target timid testifiers traducing,
their traitorous tractable toxic troglodyte:
today transition toward
totalitarianism tidily trends.

Quasimoto...

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A moment in time

A so-gentle touch that was given in passing
Just 'Good morning', 'Hello', nothing more,
Saw the years fade away and raw feelings emerge
From a dusty and locked secret door.

The sea was caressed
By fingers of...

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Oh, how can I describe you, ME,
     When that's the person I can't see?
I look and look, and look some more,
          Then...

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Erin Go Bragh 

At Ben Bulben’s feet Sligo stands,
The home of such creative hands
Where poet William Yeats did grow.
The Nobel Prize his poems did know.

On my trip to this emerald isle,
I yearned to visit a...

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Said diaries, said Google and Bing:
Rejoice, today’s the day of spring,
But city was in doubt, 
Paved roads, not a green sprout, 
Soilless bare, it can show nothing.
   
The streets’ tarred or cemented lands...

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The days full busy wends inevitably to its close
Cool wind half light filters through the awakening chorus of crickets
While the last chirping of a solitary birds farewell goes un-noticed.

The trees now stand sentinel guardians on...

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( WINTERS ROADS )

I cannot speak for all who stem
'Long roads less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
by words they spoke and did not say.

Each...

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"A person who has a zealous mind will gain knowledge, but for the one who lacks zeal, knowledge will be lost."
              ...

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This time of trouble so torn by terror,
time of deep darkness and all-devouring death,
this time of woe, high wages and much wenching
is no time for pleasant pastorals and praises.
I wander weary this winding way and...

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At Ben Bulben’s feet Sligo stands
The home of such creative hands

Where poet William Yeats did grow.
The Nobel Prize his poems did know.

On my trip to this emerald isle,
I yearned to visit a long while.

As sun...

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In the yard stands a large Bradford pear tree,
Its spreading branches forming a shady canopy.
Beneath this shady haven is a ring of chairs,
And in each chair sits a friend who cares.

Women of diverse backgrounds and...

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THE BOOK OF KINDNESS AND LOVE 

In the Queens' cloisters 
Lay a book 
A Book called Kindness and Love 
The greatest of them all 
For you cannot have Truth ,without kindness 
For you cannot have...

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a heart met on with buoyancy
          yet wends to futures, dreamed
               those...

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A silken thread... 
wends its' way, 
around your heart 
For, it is you I wed 

Woven in times past 
First glance.. 
Met by chance.. 
Love to last 

A silken thread, 
to make  white lace...

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With bravado, during a bayamo,
A bashful barbudo
with a propensity for dissentiousness
Flits bottomward, toward a sand encrusted crusado

A crusado, mayhap, wellaway once possessed by
A seafaring hildalgo skittering
Over cirulean crests

What wry musing must the esurient bashful
barbudo mull
While...

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Can't go home again? I hope that will not prove true
Open arms will be welcoming;  helping me pull through
My heart was betrayed after I left. Now, I'm on my own
Insecure and all alone; I'm...

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