Long Wist Poems

"Exegesis"



At 7 he was 
thrown to the wolves

Bede marked his territory
hidden secrets 
kept in the abbey

he escaped
went to war
where the unwanted trod

First regiment,
Vietnam
he took with him
like a comfort blanket
his Nicene creed and God

and on returning...

Read More

We are travellers on this terrestial plane
where acorns are consumed in tinder season 
oaks fell by angry hurricane 
robust iroko mowed by lumbers greedy saw 
haughty araba viciously murdered for standing 
on progress impatient path
omo...

Read More

I am....POET

Looking at me through the eyes of a child,
Always makes my smile seem bright.
No bigger view will let you see better than that,
The heart will find what the eyes reject.
--------------------o0o-----------------------
I grew to love the...

Read More

Now obvi 
us is what this poem is about
Dancing fur the last time
if God exist get ready
here i come
i will take the loon way round
can't imagine my anger
no stop would make
when you realise this it...

Read More

Upon these craggy hills, I sit and in wonderment, I stare 
Gods beauty is reflected everywhere 
thundering surf crashing below
It's Thomas Hardy's world we know

The limestone rock formations 
Millions of years the transformation 
Under the...

Read More

The world that once was slumbering
Beneath the quilt of Winter's snow
Is now set free to gladly see
The rays of golden sunlight

He peeks at first so shyly through
The drifting clouds of leaden grey
And then, behold his...

Read More

I OPENED A DOOR OF GOLD AND SILVER. 
SOMEWHAT SURPRISED AND SOMEWHAT BEWILDERED. 
FLOATING IN AIR AND TURNING SLOWLY 
GAVE IT A PRESENCE OF BEING HOLY
THIS WAS A SWORD OF BRILLIANT DESIGN.
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF...

Read More

There is something about eighteen wheelers,
For most of us can only wonder.
A trucker is respected to the up most,
From the east to west coast.
Oh demand to get to their destination,
Wist no hesation.
Only the strong will...

Read More

WAR OF LILIES AND OF ROSES

Lilies white, blushing with red roses sweet
A lily-rose fair, unstained, Rome's virtuous Lucrece
Of beauty so strong, even in desire, men doth retreat. 

Sextus Tarquinius vile with the lust that men...

Read More

October now is on its way;
November mists are here to stay.
With mornings dark and damp and drear
The wintry blast is ever near.
	Welcome to November.

A mournful mist entombs the trees.
All is still – no hint of...

Read More

Beautiful picturesque soft glowing light 
against the darkness, whilst burning shooting
star catapult through the sky in its flight. 
Spinning fine idyllic thread flow, moving.

In mine heart, I evoke the narrative 
wist of our youth. An...

Read More

*Image of Outer Space by EIR.

September's Star

   Vespers of the North Star,
            Prithee August zephyrs,
       ...

Read More

Augury tones spoke of omnipresence,
placed their own conception for world became.
Begotten mad. Begotten mania.
She watched the mad, the mania for years.
Empty devotion behind their death-masks.

"Betwixt the moon the yonside
our prayers wist light."

"Betwixt the moon the...

Read More

It was like listening to the music of
Rhapsody in Blue, 
the striking of the piano keys
and vibration of wind instruments. 
The faster the music got
his anger spewed with an inner wrath, 
loud voice and harsh...

Read More

A question for you to reference
  Are you wishful or wistful 
O, but there is a difference
  Let me give you a list-full

A wistful person looks to the past
  He perceives it...

Read More