Short Lores Poems

Books like brooks bring relief,
Inspiring immersion into beliefs,
By and by, life begins anew;
Lores of life resounds, renew.
Each word distils like dew....

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propaganda
I'm no panda
not even Chinese
no name calling please
forget all the wars
bury all the lores
we all belong to the Earth
together give it new birth...

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Convert! Said the Spanish conquistadors.
They were more violent than the Moors.
We put on our mask.
And did what they asked.
Pretending to believe in their Christian lores....

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Clashes of riches
For everyone wishes to be pronounced “thor”
Their hammer being the only way for them to score,
For they all need keys to unbind forbidden doors.
The answer meanwhile has been stitched to a lame roar, 
He who hears it, can decipher all the nameless lores.
...

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Her allure blooms in musty shops
Held on silver bands of celtic lores

A foretelling of ancient paths...

Of twilight-caught scarlet raindrops
Of visions gleaned through fateful doors

Of spells whispered to Welsh hilltops

A mystic gem on Wiccan staff
My opal of demure witchcraft

5/15/19...

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watch the moon in all its pure light
be engulfed by the night
no one knows what really causes it
only that it remains lit
but then the sun in its
heated embrace
takes the darkness to another place
rip it out from its corridors
and puts it into many lores
how often the moon tries
to cover the nights lies
then the sun it comes
to pry the darkness from the sky....

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YOUR  LOVE.

Your love was not a love
But just an entrapment
Which under urges for
Multiplication of humanity
You involuntary scribed to
Set up for elopements in
Some mundane lores of sanity.

Like a flying nocturne insect
Caught in flowery sickness
On your facial prettiness
The curse of sensuality 
Form roundness of your limbs
The daily game of extractions
To enrich your mortal bones
Ease of mind but crude of tones....

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This madness This madness 
This curse 
The plague of digital fame
The first to post
The next big thang 
Violence as recreation 
The demise of education 
The end of creation 
The last breath taken
Joy in death 
The crowd roars
Joy in self promotion 
A life left to lores
To all who have fallen 
At the hands of complicity 
To youth not realized 
To a light for every corner 
Here's my heart, my tears 
All for you Amy Joyner...

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What was the lure, that storm
That allured my faith to feel
In darkness that alluring form
That allures me there to kneel

And yet I would believe
The lores her eyes still tell
Their lurid masks deceive 
Unveiling nothing in that well

That deep place of her own pain
The latency of misery
That lures me back, and again
To a shared page of history

Hunger lures the soul to net
Its wings in webs lying cold
A damped heart cannot forget
Lips soft tease like alluring gold....

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