Long Whirs Poems

I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence

The following crafted 
approximately midway 
into the administration 
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping finds
him squarely poised to
nab the nomination as
Republican front runner
come the...

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11. They came to devour and sin.
I was briefed by a cornucopia of beings:
From Torchwood, ARGUS, SHIELD and their kin;
The Talamasca, The Shop and MiB Greens;
A BPRD agent who was burning in Hell;
The Syndicate, Consortium,...

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I Wait With Bated Breath...
(slack jaw froze mine countenance
when eyes blinded with figurative
daggers asper mistakes in original draft,
hence...this flood proof, fire resistant,
and fever reducing error free version.)

(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
 ...

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There's a murderer outside the door.
He wields a chainsaw because he's a fanatic for extravagant antics.
Fantastic.
He's manic. A bipolar man suffering the manic stage.
Some would say the diagnosis said otherwise. Some would say a misdiagnosis....

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I Wait With Bated Breath...

(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
     from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone writing  
     haint no crime -
at least...

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When you stand under a waterfall you can't hear anything except the pounding water against your well-tuned ears. A flourish of a thousand whispers imploringly narrate their story to you of a thousand miles. Fortunately...

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You unfold the mantles of paradise in my eyes,
As I, ambassador of beauty in curtsy arms, rise!

          
        ...

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I like it when she talks
I like the way her hands fly through the air, animating, orchestrating a ballad of colourful characters, each word coupled with a swoop or sway or swing or charade.
I like...

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Making Hay 

by

Kevin Fairbrother

…

Gradually winter fades, spring has begun

The ground will warm up, the grass will grow

The winter rains, the spring sunshine, now for summer

This will make the grass grow and grow

…

The hot days with...

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The songs of birds can be heard
send a message without a word.
Skeptics say they're just sound
others find them quite profound.
A peaceful call to nature's mind
from winged friends of every kind.

Listen with the ears of your...

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Taras follows me—

wherever I go, giving such 
inspiration, consent and dares me to speak 
out my mind; encouraging me 

to search for freedom, thru my 
thin voice, against the treacherous tactics 
of life.  Again...

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On life’s sweet sage trail, there are many things we see:
Like grandfather’s ranch house where good times used to be.
There’s a ancient shaving mirror hung on a nail,
That he used to shave his face each...

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Down the Primrose Path

Beautiful and pleasant  summer evening
away from the madness among the yawing 
breath of brilliant sunset. Slow ease moving 
lilac mood of twilight, welcomes me dreaming.
Lost in my steps, neglecting to listen...

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My love for words creates mental pain-
when they race around in my befogged brain.
I sit here dreaming- pen held in my hand; 
mind burning aglow with ideas so grand.
To be very frank, the two oft...

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          in mine torso's 
                limbs
     ...

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Bedsprings crochet bones together.
His back is sutured to gripes
stitched to gummy joints.

In the toilet, avoiding the mirror,
humming softly,
shunning conversation with himself -
the ceiling drips a sump of memories.

The park --- Frances revolves confused.
"I don't understand."
A...

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Bedsprings crochet bones together.
His back is sutured to gripes
stitched to gummy joints.

In the toilet, avoiding the mirror,
humming softly,
shunning conversation with himself -
the ceiling drips a sump of memories.

The park --- Frances revolves confused.
"I don't understand."
A...

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With campfire's red embers fading
And cattle bedded down for night--
A veil of clouds is descending
And the horses don't quite seem right.

In the distance a storm's brewing
With silver flashes of pale light--
Snakes are restless with strange...

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Love and admire someone
Deeply,
Build a castle with him
Brick by brick,
Paint the walls with frescoes,
Draw dreams.

Hold him
When the illness comes,
Cook him chicken broth,
Kiss his sweaty forehead,
Suction his wounds,
Puff his pillows.

Drive him to the hospital,
Listen to the...

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The gentle whir of the machine
pumps temporary relief into your veins.
It happens more than it did;
even yesterday.
You sigh.
The tight grip of your hand relaxes
I release mine and rub some life
into dead fingers.
You never held my...

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Staff Meeting
	
	At my desk each morning, 
	over my first cup off coffee, 
	I call the staff meeting to order, 
	a gathering together 
	of my various bits and parts 
	that scattered in the night, 
	each to...

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The didactic duty of a hairbrush is to skim stones at toll gates. But harmonising at a concert of trumpeting elephants is just not audible and therefore unsatisfactory to an inner ear. Peace sign then....

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Again
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

It's black outside.
Not a single star penetrates.
The forest canopy covers.
The chirp of crickets is masked.
The window fan whirs.
Another night is listening.
Coolness dies; lost to the ozone.
And insomnia takes...

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Initialise >

Under that lid
Lies a labyrinth, glistening
Made sturdy by steel
Perched on an alien-like platform
A circuit board, if you will

Weaving in and out of this entangled metal mech
A perplexing network of cables, the forefront of future...

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Open eyed I stare at the simple setting 
waiting for the day to start,
the bread-baked scent of morning warms.
The grinder whirs and whirs,
beans fly, grounds brew, cream chills,
will you come?

Rose nails tap, finger wish to...

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