History Muse Poems

“Upon Waking”


Slumber has its upsides 
while the outside runs around
like a split fowlyard, 
cacophonous 
pecking at each other 
and at the ground…

Elsewhere, 

like dull background...

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SPHINX STONE 

I am Sphinx Stone
Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic 
not marble or granite 
nor black tourmaline or
crystal sapphire quartz
vortex for Void actualising 
sacred amber...

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Will of Tudela
Whose zeal burned for the white wolves 
Against Languedoc's black lambs 

Nameless soul of gold
Guided by heaven's muses
Pitied the southern pastures 


Poem inspired...

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RED SEA

At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
        ...

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Found a feather today -- 
a pen of the great, soaring
past, of creative thoughts yielding
dips immortal...indelible on time
were the hands
of a Poe and Mozart

for me,...

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My drunkard muse can be a curse.
Pouring shots full of poetry,
craving a sober history.
Tipsy rhymes reverb in reverse,
so ink's teetotal in free verse. ...

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Friends of PoetrySoup lend me your ears
Bestow artistic flair acquired o’er years.
Calling all poets to tune to the groove
I hope to inspire you to move...

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When trauma lurks
with upper hand,
To fear death
is to know loss.

When therapy
lends Her feminist sway
to know
and co-invest in life
is to predict
and cherish love.

For both these reasons,
we...

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“Small Addictions” 

bit by bit 
the hunger begins,
the time when everyone,
it would seem, is giving in
to those small addictions

inevitably they become
your sole purpose for living,
your...

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"Who Put Luebella down the Wych Elm?"

There are rumours
about me, some 
come seeking me
with their geiger counters
and ouji boards
with their heart 
shaped planchettes

unanswered questions
in the...

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Lost Art

There was a time
when we waited eagerly
for the mailman -
when mail deliveries 
had actual mail in them
 
There were real 
hand-written letters 
from parents,
cousins,...

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The river and the almond tree
are sacred totems for me.
They occupy primal ground
in my mind where the stuff
of who I am links 
the esoteric to...

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"The Payload" 

The payload 
came crashing down
like rain expelled
from the fat belly 
of a ruinous pregnant cloud 
bilious with buxom promise

it came crashing down 
like...

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"An Equitable Assassin Trying to be Nice" 


...he 

slides the coldies 
across the table,
the beer, American

not as sharp, 
but slides down 
quick, smoothly

clean 
cold
crisp

he thinks,
lips...

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"Laid Upon Their Alters" 

qhapaq hucha 
it begins at birth
the most precious 
resource of all

we are registered,
audited, one by one
under the rod measured
by lizard rule...

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