Long Wicks Poems

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Quiet sounds surround every thought throughout invisible crevices, hiding behind the unseen. A single tree nonchalantly sways out of rhythmically forested life. Aimed in an unknown direction; feelings of hopelessness; unreasonably so. Lost in movement;...

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Poem inspired by a 2013 Australian apocalyptic thriller movie known as, "These Final Hours". Depending on certain criteria, YouTube is running this movie in its entirety free for most, if not, some of its viewers.

In...

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Emerging from a doorway shadow 
   Through thick air - sweet with incense - 
Comes a dark figure dressed in a robe 
   To be near the altar in silence. 

The...

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11/14/21


As real as it gets
This can not be nixed
No more if's

Had to flip the script
With an occasional blip
On my shoulder is no chip

But I still can't satisfy this itch
It's gone beyond getting rich
A simple niche
Or...

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All you ever fed me was cruelty and pain, Starving, 
I consumed every morsel, every drop I drank. 
Instructed to stay quiet, Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested, and never appear...

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Speak to me in iambic pentameter
and weave Shakespeare sonnets with Milton anecdotes.
Read me riddles and rhymes divulged 
over uneaten dinners and swing-sets with broken chains.
Allow me to lip-synch to your ballad of broken piano-fingers
and I...

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We hear so much about the signs,
Of the times we live in;
Some worry what will happen,
While others scoff and give in,

To temptation when and where,
It shall raise it's head,
Believing as so many do,
There's lots of...

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Each step upon those attic stairs took me closer
to mesmerizing clouds of sandalwood and jasmine
that lingered in the musty air of a dark, foreboding room
that certainly held more than just my secrets.

Candles burned unevenly on...

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light weight lamps outweigh surrounding darkness

float on wavy strings of lucid reason and emotion

translucent Christmas decorations are up to cheer

but ill-humoured disbelief has tripped the fuse box

remember there was a halo but just one single...

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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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The witches of Backwater were two sisters who,
Never caused harm or concern.
One lived in the swamp well away from the town,
The other chose wages to earn.

She taught the town's children as local school marm,
Reading and...

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The warden’s bewildered, the keeper’s amazed
as the gate gapes behind us, a hole in the haze.
Our steps seem uncertain, the cobblestones crazed,
pearly stars burn above us like pinwheels ablaze.
Though lanterns hang vacant in streets staring...

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Powerless
Lightning cut the power off four times this week
 As sultry summer storms pass overhead
 By candlelight, I write a letter to my sweetheart
 Without him, I feel powerless

 Without him, I feel powerless
 By...

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Candlelight

To witness important conversations, history in the making, 
	Always present beyond only shadows, my light for the taking. 
The way I see this world, thus changing,
	Lesson’s learned a midst your war, from injustice I see...

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You can act as if HE isn't HIM
as if going against God isn't a sin
What's behind is something that isn't
seen by the blind but this is by design
What shines from above also illuminates
what is below
The...

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Continued from Part 1

The City’s blur? A sepulcher for Christians, Muslims, Jews –
Cathedrals, Temples, vacant now, enshrine their residues,
for churches, mosques and synagogues abide without a bruise.

No cantillation, belfry bells, monastic chants inspire
and Minarets, though...

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She stood upon her weary raft
Oar in her hand dipped in dark bath

With every row she rippled suds
Within the shadows deep as bloods

Traversing dead lilies and stenching muds
Oar scraping roots and sounding thuds

On muddy fronds...

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A   BUTTERFLY   BLOWING   BUBBLES

I was catching bubbles in a butterfly net for beauty’s sake
Needless ‘tis to say sans any success
The second I secured one it would summarily break
And I...

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When Aaron was
in mommy’s tummy			
I was tiny, warm, happy and content			
I felt the surprise at the news 
and from day one felt loved		
I heard Mommy’s singing				
	and daddy's voice				
	reactions to announcements			
	calling out different baby names		
For the...

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ONE NIGHT IN A HAUNTED MANOR

She spoke of shivers as I laughed in her face.
Let’s see if this goosebump delivers shakes.
I packed my bag with essentials, sought the place.
Just for humor’s sake I brought some...

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forest 
restless fire naked light 
bleeding mist into the morning

and through the silence 
bury the sun 
with me in the roots, pin under gravity 

by the shapeless palm
schism of shadows 
her wayward fingers cold smoke...

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Six steeple towers, cold as steel, drab daggers in the sky!	
Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by –
for, filled with dread to wake the dead, they've ceased to sough or sigh.

Coiled candle...

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They darken to appear
thus Scatter to dissipate
in present company it might
be seen as entertainment
complicated by a lack of
 understanding
dark features with
brillant and uninspiring hues
that blend to
create a spectrum of
light 
as the onlookers awe
the conditions change
giving...

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Few witnesses to your young private tears at the age of ten
Why me  Why me
No amount of hugs or consolation could provide a reason or answer

I know if I had been there 
My heart...

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