Long Wrangled Poems

"Slow Gin and Astral Conversations"



A maze me?

I’m the architect 
of my own destiny
he beguiled her 
incessantly 
from the depths of 
his bottled up Carceri
she knew him 
before he became 
a complex 
well-hidden 
Piranesi
twixt your world
and...

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The Ancient Viking Warrior In His Old Age, 
A Collaboration With Vladislav Raven

Part (1.)

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand...

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Part - 1.

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of life's pay
from blood flowing until care and want expires
battles...

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The trail was long and very dusty
great clouds churned up by hooves
of the vast herd being wrangled on
300 more miles of eating their dust

Bandana's tightly wrapped round faces
cries of "get up there" ringing out
bawling calves...

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Nine nine  

A story I needed to find  

My credentials were declined  

But it was Sunday, I did not mind  

Honestly, I tried  

Decided, ‘take a ride’  

Into the...

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The Heraclee sky was a lurid, neon blue but the morning was surprisingly cool (at 54°). The antemeridian sun managed to cast sharp, surreal, black-hole shadows, giving the world a baroque art look, as if...

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What of "Free-Will," of which the prophets foretold?
A cruel little lie, bore of simple human design,
are our minds even capable, of the power to choose?
Or, are we blind sheep, being herded by the flock,
wrangled all...

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In the historical archives, many trails have led to
The making of a legend, those born with the pioneer spirit
Of individuality, bred deeply within their soul.
Such was this man we called, Mr. President, Theodore Roosevelt.
A cowboy...

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All an illusion


It's all an illusion. 
No matter where I am, I am alway just,
sitting there. Unaware, with a blank stare messy hair
and probably the same clothes that I always wear.
Wrangler jeans, and a button...

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tell another lie tonight,
the shadows around her commanded.
the vanity lights accentuated her crimson red lips.
she pursed them and added a final touch of shimmer on her cheekbones.
she dressed herself in sultry, black leather,
and boots that...

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Written: July 6th, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

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Line of inquiry: fact or fiction? what does it mean...

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Near forty years, I plied my craft,
Anticipated each new day.
Indeed, most nights, I would have laughed
To think that I’d just walk away.

I delved in magic in my time
I plumbed the depths with cryptic codes
With methods...

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He was sun-scorched, flame-torched
stood tall, strong as a brick wall
loose-hipped, well equipped
in for the count, without a doubt
expert tracked, surprise packed
spurs jangled, wild mustang wrangled
I should have, could have
but I was lost, dust-bowl tossed; in...

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He wrangled with his world, found a way to cross the seas
on merchant boats brimful of slaves, bound for British shores.
Innumerable are the things that we shall never know;
amazing, those things to which destiny holds...

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One day I delivered a poem
one that seemed to be premature
so I swaddled her up
and set her aside
to grow 'til I felt reassured

How she yowled and howled for attention...
how she cried so piteously!
How she coughed...

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SIMPLE SPIDER STORY

Palsy poison spider
bickering, binding, biting
sparring, stinging, scampering
creeping in crevices cocooned 
coded crooked cock-eyed

Here, there, everywhere 

Scorpions enticed bicolour eyes
broken webs of gravity’s return
to sting a billion bites boggling 
so drenched in poison they...

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The sun had just begun to melt away the teary eyes
Still coated with a fresh layer of salt
My piano stood as witness to my mummification
Pleading to sing the pages of my diary
The fresh scent of...

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Rob played semi-professional rugby, 
From when he was 4 until the age of 21, 
When he got a serious spinal cord injury, 
Whilst playing that rough game spun. 

As part of his rehabilitation sessions, 
At...

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When once I trek wearily lonely on a path
As I knew life unknowingly could pour it's wrath.
I tried not to get myself entangled
In life's problems, but unceasingly I wrangled 
Until I met a maiden on...

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Well, I’ve lived in this Montana country
guess it's been pert near fourteen years 
I call myself a cowboy though I ain't
punched no cows or branded no steers

Ain't broke me no fiery eyed wild stallion
Or pushed...

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I refuse to think of these days as melancholy.
The “s” has been missing on my keyboard for about a year now,
and in that year I have felt great pleasure, surmounted
great obstacles, and have wrangled
and tormented...

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Sincerity is hardly in an abundant quantity in our world
the blunderers and wonderers are deserted the direction hurled

Lost aimless looking to be painless seared in their fragile state
by promise makers and mockers and takers until...

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I’ve sauntered through the centuries
Constructed this dark legacy,
Possessed the air of leprosy
And fell upon my feet.
I’ve wrangled with the unprepared
Pacified the truly scared,
Unsuccessfully repaired
The dread of when we meet.

I’m there when life is waning
Through the...

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Who put Lubella in the wych elm?
Wrangled roots and writhing barks,
Little blue shoes and fine black strands.
Was it the witch or the wych?
A flash of red, simmering musks, 
An era of tragedy thriving.
A flesh tinged...

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I saw the carefree youth racing, 
Racing their cars around the town.
And straight away I saw no one had 
Properly clipped their buckles down.

They raced at breakneck speeds, 
Irresponsibly, through a bright red light.
Lucky that...

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