Tag: faith
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Periphery Blue
Border blue Quiet surface I peer right through Fathoms deep, fathomless depths Bathing weights for sounding What you feel you swaddle like a foundling What I feel you smother like a changeling The kittens of my wants drowned in the blue burlap you made from Mary’s cloak. I see storms in you, shooing away storks.…
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Comparing Fish
You feed five thousand with your tuna, praise Fortuna Mercury levels higher than in a Chinese tomb Silverine sliver like a river of melted spoons I chew through Attenborough’s camera crew when they come in view of my reef On sight beef, have a sea cow, man, bared teeth my action plan is active grief…
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Act On It
Ex-wing like an altered angel No such thing as EX ANYTHING Once and future king of the swingers all, disgruntled VIPs Reached a stop, shared some slop, now two’ve got HIV Thoughts are fine we relax with em Any action man’ll get axe ridden. I bang the gavel and break the law Your nose unravels…
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Trysting and Resolved
Crying pistols at dawn down the dual carriageway Finger heavy with a jewel conferred marriageways Your strange ways vex me and these are strange days Blocks of sun-stealing flats where the bowler used to be Bowling for every birthday, arcade games when we’re sixteen Two quid pops at House of the Dead, to reload point…
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Audience
Verse strips me, cajoles my naked limbs Bends, almost trips me, checks my hole for arms Checks my arm for holes; heroin entrances. Exits everywhere each more blissfully silencing Long and pointless poem ends with death, final phlegmonous breath agonised Reading my body’s banded runes as the book of the man If human eyes ere…
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The sun rising as it has not in some time
Sunrise glorious, more than recent times Sunrise’s old but recently seen beauty, tenfold Even a day’s break steals all gold’s glimmering Fools old and young ascribing to arts limn you As Apollo limb you that you might walk far afield C thy coastal passage sprouting thyrsus awield Vaster than recalled Tutelary star. Sunrise as has…
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Jibes
Lambent, to win by wits keen Words measured and massed Of cruder sentiments shorn Long pruning, its trained growing Measured not by inch but metre Not unlike a poem read by a ruler Or a compass holder, its legspan Finds the hidden meaning Despite ignoring the light-pouring outpouring, beaming Like a pearl’s underside only God…
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Craft
I – Old But Recent Craft I make pollicitations to cunning bards past, Place of old poets thy Parnassian pasts immortal Your past-prime virtues now victuals to vexers who make you victims of gaunt learning or love-chagrinning solar sojourns. In dissecting I seek to neither venerate nor eviscerate, My lancet taps ichor and flowing essential…
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Lonely Star
When I’m lonely I go most boldly Toward the furthest star O’er hill and dale through sleet and hail To where I hope you are. Upon yonder hill And nearer still To that cold and lonely star I spy your form upon a rock Where on misty morn a bird might cock Of a sudden…
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Spiders Dreams
My father made a pleasure dome in some mad Victorian fervour He began with plants and stones until it extended further and further Beyond crude palisades of hearty piled stones Near a pansy-shored meander, where a spider makes his home. ‘Tween mossy stone and cloudy bank in a web of gossamer spun This spider sits…