Mystery Places Poems

Next door was a paddock 
of long grass and a graveyard 
for dumped machinery.
Rusted out boilers, cogs, wheels
and huge presses were piled high
and begged for...

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You didn't know me
Still, you can say hi,
If you stop someday
When out walking by

I'm just a name now
First, middle and last,
Above two carved dates
Important to...

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Time…
Unholy flame of human imagination
Flickering beyond the corners of our universe
Dying in the labyrinth of curiosity
My immutable curse...

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Hy-Brasil

Out a’high in lashin’ waves 
a’crashin’ anger’d sea

b’yond Albion an’ Hibernia
where mists a’shadow’d, lowly 

o’ magical Isle o’ Hy-Brasil
tentacl’d ocean beast ther’ tore

fear’d sailors away...

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The curiosity shoppe
Was the place to stop,
For something unique 
... A rare antique

With floors that creak
A treasure in itself,
Amongst the keepsakes 
Lining each and every...

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I know a place where words are bent
Their meaning will never be still
When you arrive and your time is all spent
You will have arrived at...

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This poem was inspired by the photograph titled, 'Running Legs,' by Lisette Model.


I was an experienced hiker, who had rambled down many famous trails,
Like earth's...

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Nothing happened
In Hessle yesterday.
The same nothing
Happened again today.
On a cosmic scale 
It’s the type of spot
Where nothing happens
Happens quite a lot.

Just down the road
Not far...

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Flying on an easterly wind
Over Atlantic waters, ever thinned
A village comes back into view
Eerily draped in a season anew

Hanging now with purple wisteria 
Not accusations,...

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Where've I been in time? Seems I've passed this way before.
I remember you. Do you remember me? Life can be strange;
Like entering the same old...

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I always seem 
to end up here, shuffling
along the river, soul deep
in its waters. I wallow
for a while like an old,
crusty animal, trying 
to rid...

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The old days

Loom up nostalgic

Or fearfully..

Arisings

With stories

Claiming times past

With its light 

And clouds of 

Dust..

Powerful memories 

Reaching back with 

Longing and love..

No knowing of

This mystery......

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Down in hell, that stronghold of sin.
strange things stir, but let me begin.
I'll get to the point. Some details I'll skimp.
I tell the tale of...

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I was a busy archaeologist, who enjoyed interesting and fulfilling work,
And I was very intrigued, with the ancient sites where mystery lurked. 

My painstaking work...

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Leaving the plains of Oklahoma.
A heavy heart where I spent my high school days.
I need a new beginning.
I need a new start.
Too many memories.
Too many...

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