Tag Archives: POETRY

TALL TREES and TORN PAGES .. .

. .. TALL TREES AND TORN PAGES .. . .. alternatively #900 .. . .. . to love, to thought, to sorrow     at the window to loss of life, to strife, to care     as one we … Continue reading

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INSIDE DANTÉ’S PUNCHBOWL .. .

.. inside Danté’s punchbowl .. . . .. Danté by the lemon skip with stencil letters 30 high full of articles of life dead microwave drained two bags dried cement a couch, a mattress an old wooden chair spilled of … Continue reading

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ZENITH’S SHARPENED MIND .. .

Zenith’s sharpened mind .. . .. .. alone with paper then of pen   again thoughts ink to spell   inside the dark well of night conflict flows thru’ page’s river   ice torn frost turns purple word   crumpled, … Continue reading

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DEEP SNOW .. .

deep snow .. . .. in those days when the condensation ran down the inside of the window there was a silent chill which permeates the air a sullen atmosphere that held its echo stillness as a blanket the bark … Continue reading

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ON HEARING THE LAST CUCKOO TO SING .. .

on hearing the last cuckoo to sing .. . . . . . . . in the half light of your incomplete stillness there is a silence i cannot quite discern it distills upon us like a dew of muffled … Continue reading

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WOLF’S TAIL

wolf’s tail Make way for the standing wolf who made his mark in better times of government once broad once strong and courteous in his-and-her land the beauteous, the coven in which now we stand to renegade upon the other … Continue reading

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DOLORES .. .

Dolores .. . . . . call me back Dolores by the which way we all travel and the clouds black as oil your voice that always made me shiver i listen to the wind whistle through your shot-blasted hair … Continue reading

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BUKOWSKI’S OLD BOOTS .. .

BUKOWSKI’S OLD BOOTS .. . my metaphors in tanglessimiles wrapped round my ballspinched a ciggy from a buddypoets eyes settle uponwithin the middle distancewhere ideas come fromas bees visit wallflowers extract meaning from the verse hear voices clear as waterthat … Continue reading

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THE LiVER OF DREAMS .. .

the LiVER of DREAMS .. . what we digest becomes us   what we ingest, our being our monitor, our feeling   crystallisation of our reason the bedrock of our conflicts   summation of control these invaders of our coalition … Continue reading

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DOGDYKE .. .

.. . dogdyke .. . .. Over swollen fields at eventide bare, misted clouds roll defiant where morning dawn obscures a murder of crows less affluent the shotgun’s fervent warning more than bucks should heed purple in the air turned … Continue reading

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