Tag: poem
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages II – The Gleoman’s Story
They tell campfire stories of Noah Huzzar on his barded silver, Tintreachcogadh His quiet mountain home abode of ranging men, demesne of crop-dependents Depended on his protection Elected Lictor, his visored helm’s image fixture on every household altar His grand manse flanked by grated covers and lion gates Peasants, peons, freemen and serfs prayed to…
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages I – Ends of Earth Prior to Earth’s End
A moment to consider perception in our conception of our origins Convex time mirror distorts an eye’s intake, slakes only a beholder’s tastes If there was ever a snake it lived there in the neck’s nape, changing all we see into a reflection of our obsessions Stimulated by lights from rising lanterns we have forgotten…
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Durty Priest
Evidence I spent Lourdes trip money accrued from our Lenten fete On two fire-breathing hooers, they, reputedly, flew down from Glasgow For a weekend of beer and blow They write that I wrote to an agency describing myself as a middle-aged priest looking to get back into his mojo Allegedly I wanted two girls who’d…
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Hills we die on, hail to the freedom fighters
Floozy is our floating rock, thigh-shower Cold shower, grower not a shower Groves of bee-loud clover and smothering vanilla-headed heather Sacred hawthorne resplendent and thorned, adorned with whitefeather petals Every verdant blend abounds, as if one wore lenses of augmented ferns to lend extra green to what’s beheld. Hills we die on, Ireland our zion…
Alchemisland 