Long Winding sheet Poems

The sun was rising high in the east over the town of Milton creek
It was the eighteenth day of December, the start of Christmas week
All the store fronts were decorated; it was a colourful sight...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part Two
                 II

The first signs reek tell-tale
Buffer-to-buffer...

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Is that a moon I see,
Flickering its solitary eye down upon me.
Casting earth in the light of its mysterious glow.
Hurling shimmering rays upon the winter snow.
Is this heavenly orb some kind of monster eye.
Making me...

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Two hundred and three long years have flown
  Since you swung in Gallows Lane.
Now only two rough and mossy stone
  Memorials remain.

And one recounts the sin and shame,
  The ignominious death,
The bastard...

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A musky, burnt haze sears slowly into my nostrils.  
The twilight hour pulses steadily, bathing stark walls in an eerie gloom.  
Too awake to drift to sleep, yet too tired to drag my...

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Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes,
Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs,
Or else forget the purpose of the night,
Forget their tea -- forget their appetite.
See with cross'd arms they sit --...

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fetishized lament
echoed
from colourfully besmeared winding sheet


devouring luminosity
become my pivotal infringement
vigorous luminosity


somethin' s wrong with her transcript
    -they said, and put me behind iron pipes


my name dawned divested
and encapsulated in frame
of long time...

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What becomes of crazy mixed up kids fifty years on?
They become crazy mixed up elderly he-goats.
I am in part a Protestant,
In part I am a Jew,
But then I am a Catholic,
on off-days an atheist, too.
I’m...

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Journeys, Translation of Etiemble’s tercets: Voyages by T. Wignesan
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I wore fear
 like a winding sheet,
 leaving behind trails
 of dead dreams

I held hope in my hands
 and weeping, it slid
 through my fingers
 evaporating to naught

I undulated to music
 praying for redemption
 within...

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They become crazy mixed up elderly he-goats.

I am in part a Protestant,
In part I am a Jew,
But then I am a Catholic,
on off-days an atheist, too.

I’m something of a socialist
and pay my union dues
from well-laundered...

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Where there's a will
there's a funeral
death is a fact of life
a grave undertaking
for a mortician
and one day some day
you and I
will wake up dead
hopefully the lifetime led
was of our own making
too late for looking back
no...

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