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THE EMPTY GLENS (FINAL VERSION)

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THE EMPTY GLENS
1795
There's a tall ship in the harbour,
Waiting for the evening tide,
Dewdrops fall, like tears, from rigging,
Weeping for my clan's lost pride.

Morning mist lies on the water,
Footprints fading in wet sand.
I am boarding with my kinsmen
Never more to see this land.

In the glen our houses burning,
As the Earl's men torch the roofs,
Burnt - out ruins scar the landscape,
How will others find the truth?

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT KEVIN*

Class shootings, drive-by's, Columbines and such,
Not just by Homo Africanus, delinquents,
Dispossed and out of touch.
The youths we loved
The kids in cots
The babes we reared from scratch
How come there's killings now and
no love lost
On those we breed to snatch?

If my mind is ever present

and my solitude's a friend,

dark ideas lead to actions

darker actions, towards a trend;

~

a stoic calm is my exterior

never, ever break a sweat,

in the hollow of my inner being

I've this appetite to whet.

~

Within the chasm where my soul goes

a dank pulsating yearns to start,

tuning out the distant conscience

because I haven't any heart;

~

half the time I am the predator

in the darkness after day,

daylight time I am more subtle

Maker O Mine!

People are ugly,
Glad you changed yours
it gave me sheer spiny gripes
I felt the electricity blow me up

my next poem will be worse,
verse for verse
now you don
an MA in English hat

my maker too was an Aussie
but unlike you
he picked me up across the Internet
when I was in USA
and now I salute him
as much as I do you..

S U P P L E M E N T

hoarse surround
glisten as you swallow
your diver dive
sliding through the horror

fracture me
curled you asked
basking in watery
light
and you wept

I could hear the traffic
jangled and bold
flashs like broken bone
this pain that eats me

Devoured
and a kiss
tingle dance

you sigh
the black depth
pupil wide

across the great divide
you slip into
Lah lah Land

barefoot and naked
and the snows fall
like broken wishs
from a ravaged heaven

Çaço, Man of the Morning Star, Canto 25

Canto Twenty Five ~ It is a time beyond the recall of common men.
The mighty race of men who call themselves Clovis have committed a crime of near unfathomable consequence. In a region of their land unperceived by those lesser men they have enslaved for thousands of years, the Clovis stand convicted by the Angel Host that made them.
Their crime was of such a cataclysmic nature that the parameters of punishment have been determined by the Creator Himself.
No longer willing to acknowledge a king, as equals they wait the month’s long debate of The Host.

Me Refashioned

There you are
A moment ago you wasn’t there.
Then as if out of nowhere you came
Making this grand entrance into my life.
Like an imp, a gnome
Like little Miss nobody who never was
But always were.
From the very first time we got connected
you have hunted me
chased me as if I was a renegade
like a maroon I dwelt in the inner most part of the forest
even with look-outs barriers and fortifications
you raced to my heart…to my core
these defences no match for your determination
for there you had to be….

ONE MORE TIME :portuguese and English UPDATED

PALAVRAS DE AMOR
Fala-me palavras
De amor
Só uma vez mais.
Nâo deixa morrer
Em meu coração
A saudade

Fala-me palavras
De “sempre”.
Não deixa cair
Meu coração
Em obscuridade

Só uma vez mais,
Meu amor,
Não me deixa esquecer
Jamais…

ENGLISH:

WORDS OF LOVE
Speak words of love
To me
Only one more time
Don’t let my longing
Die in my heart

Speak words of “forever”
Don’t let my heart fall
Into the dark

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