Short Elegiac Lyric Poems

inside power
there is no power
outside power
only emptiness...

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The thurible swings
tufts of incense dually cross
the four winds converse
darkness etch my bones
he is home...

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No Help

Oh God, our help in ages past,
But not much help since then.
It’s ages since we heard you last; 
When will you speak again?...

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No living witness to The Truth
None has died, returned to testify.
Each his day, back to the root
Tombstone a memory beneath which to sigh....

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Beautiful women are razor blades 
They cut my heart into pieces
Yet they know not
how to stitch them together
But leave it bleeding
to near death each time...

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Beauty from the sky
Hope to all the homes
Joy to the wondering soul
Christmas snowflake surrounds us with peace
Christmas snowflake is the jem 
To a magical night....

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A heart lies, cooling between the bones,
just waiting for a chance to beat.
How sad that it can't know;
the breast that was its mold
never cared for repetitive melody....

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We cross our bridges
When we come to them.
We burn our bridges behind us.
Why don't we just
Burn our damn bridges
When we get there?
Saves & lot of wear & tear,
N'est-ce pas?...

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How the tide rises and falls, 
How the sky lightens and fails,
How the wind peacefully goes
To the zero scale it contains -  zero doesn't judge, it just exists. 
(c) Maryna Tchianova, Ukraine...

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I am A cuddle Dog Doll
My world is more than Cuddling
I am a Cuddle Dog Doll
Masked Or painted
I am the greatest ever
I'm a Cuddle Dog Doll!





by you are a pig, cause I know everything!...

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Relics, relics sad and lone,
Cromwell's head and a single bone
that William the Conqueror left on earth
prove today of petty worth.
Oh that now those proud in  power
knew the shortness of their hour....

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They ask me:

Where did Sarah go to?
Where did Jennifer go to?
Where did Suzie go to?
Did your coldness swallow them?

I say:
We were lovebirds;
Birds always fly out and follow different directions...

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Another old friend has passed on,
May he rest whereever he's gone.
Once you're a year above eighty
thoughts of life's transience are weighty.
but here were good times to think upon.

Old friends, I'll see you anon....

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Want to rid the traumas
Of your frown laden head?
Visit the cemetery,
And give it to the dead;

They seek not like mortals
In dented greedy urns,
Small favours once bestowed 
That was done for returns.
	***********...

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Something yond is sore to proveth,
judging those who is't disagreeth,
hurst nay hast peat swamp.

People breath their owneth blood,
Ulcers replaceth green air?

Benumbed lungs and panshard death,
city born city bred?...

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Does not manhood kill the boy,
each falling leaf a tree destroy
or shall the substance of past things
return to us though memory brings
but shadows' forms unless confirmed,
cast anew and reaffirmed
by us at present living?...

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I brought my Mom 
a single rose
to put atop her grave
I cried some tears
then left her side
and gave a little wave
but even tho she isn't here
She's always in my heart
so I will see her again one day
the day that I depart...

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God is a poet
  his blessings in rhyme

Salvation unmetered
  inspiration divine

His voice calls us inward
  temptation now gone

Where the wings of an Angel
 —carry words into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)...

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I sigh for you, Lorena, day and night-
as a blind man sighs every day for light,
as a mother sighs for lost son-daughter
and falling on soil a fish for water.

I sigh in waking and in sleep I sigh;
I die and get alive, again I die....

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Rat carrying cheese as holy oil
Lion sitting on a goat as sofa set
Hyena in the pulpit as day’s preacher
Eagle keeping penguins as security
Monkeys playing flutes as jesters
In church stair they do their things
In watchful eyes of heaven and earth...

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never and never and never
this day is the last one I think  I live
days to come will have bitter babies
yesterday was infested by foolish babies
this day I talk is better nothing
with writings on every  black wall
my life’s goals are aborted babies...

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Mortals come & mortals go
Wry life will ever pillage, 
The sea and mountains remain
And will remain the village; 

Memories lace old pathways
With a painful tear or two, 
Lo dried with a mystic touch 
Fine sorcery time can do.
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GUNS AND ROSES

Another rain of bullets in the dead of winter.
A terrorist runs through like an Olympic sprinter.
Another candlelight vigil glows from the steeple. 
And America loves her guns more than her people. 

-Edlynn Nau 

December 4, 2015...

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Crashing waves
white capped guilt
Stone like will
crushed to silt
Parry clouds
this driving rain
Heartbreak city
shows no pity
Looks of hope
a slippery slope
Changing lanes
while dodging pain
Reality smacks in your face
desperation to keep pace....

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The dead cannot die
Take the body to a hole
The soul sits on a tree, watching
At night he comes, and asks;
“Where is my body?”

The dead cannot go away
She sits behind you 
Listening to your gossip
At night she comes, asks;
“Why did you back-bite me?”...

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