Long Havens Poems

Did you ever notice
our vampire legends
are almost always patriarchal,
sometimes even princely
and excruciatingly royalist,
elitist?

While witches plot and evil plan
in coven craven circles
more undershadow than legendary.

Wizards might be BullyVampire Princes
while witches may be victimized and therefore victimizing...

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Insomnia welcomed courtesy high test coffee

consumed later at night than usual
finds me bright eyed and bushy tailed
amply lively to learn 
about an American radio 
and television personality and pioneer
Wee Willy Weber,
who prominently and popularly reigned...

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Interview with The Dead Boy -Raymond Mizsak

So Raymond, do you know what happened to you? Why you died?

Yeah, I know what happened to me, man, 
but I don’t remember it happening, 
Cause I was in...

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A raw dark, persuaded by rusty leaves
	who break through the hushed prayers,
		vibrant hopes and dreams,
			stirring light that lives beneath the heavens,
	confiding joy, revealing wonders, confessing
		swaying branches, havens
			for hurried squirrels and clever wrens,
cardinals in scarlet cloaks,...

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I would have sought some beautiful retreat,
Remote from cities and the din of men, ~
Some tranquil shore where lake and forest meet
By limpid stream or flower-lit, sylvan glen,
And would have reared, where non could e'er...

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There isn’t a place I haven’t abode
a river mansion or a tree by the road
in a multitude of places not our home
from commune havens to being alone

Was cold and hungry and lived on the street
with...

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When I visit another place, another state, another note
Who writes its hope, its grace, its peace
From the gentle rains, the tranquil rivers and streams
The broken tears of a mourning dew, silent as the joy
Who abides...

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Sweet and sassy me
I am on the floor,
  won't you come baby, come.

I love to tease, I love to kiss.
   Hush... hush... 
I love to tease, I love to please.
  ...

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Copyright 2014 RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI-ANDRESS
"Just Another Lily White"



To Jacko and Eso...DIDST THE GRASSES...BLOOM?
THE ROSES......THE PETALS AND THE SNOW...THEY FALL......HERE!
AND.........I.........FELL...TOO!

HE............FELL TOO!
THEY LIED.........AND.........HE FELL......AND......DIED!
SUPERS NEVER DIE..............THEY ARE THE ETERNALS!
THEY LIED......AND......HE DIED!

AND.........I.........KILLED!
I.........KILLED!

THE CRYSTALINE VEINS......THEY...

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Copyright 2014 RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI-ANDRESS
"Just Another Lily White"



To Jacko and Eso...DIDST THE GRASSES...BLOOM?
THE ROSES......THE PETALS AND THE SNOW...THEY FALL......HERE!
AND.........I.........FELL...TOO!

HE............FELL TOO!
THEY LIED.........AND.........HE FELL......AND......DIED!
SUPERS NEVER DIE..............THEY ARE THE ETERNALS!
THEY LIED......AND......HE DIED!

AND.........I.........KILLED!
I.........KILLED!

THE CRYSTALINE VEINS......THEY...

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You can tell when something is over, you can see it flying over your shoulder; you can tell when something is over, there are just something’s that you cannot do over. You bend and you...

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In a Blue Ridge Mountain moment
Soft rays of light pour in
Across the blue green mountains
Smiling, lifting, singing praises
Lighting the world with whispers
Of the most gentle peace
Longing to caress the spirit
On wings of graceful melodies

In a...

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Courtesy of Marx (albeit Zeppo, Harpo, Groucho, and Chico) 
whose acts brought generations of laughter to Vaudeville and 
then the Silver Screen adlibbed, linkedin, and ransacked skits 
zoid material Bing very loosely based on writings...

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She smirked 
With a remarkable resemblance 
To Miranda Richardson 
Playing Elizabeth the First

Just as soon as I can bump off 
My new Sister-in-Law
Korporate Kate 
That two bit Sloan 
It shall be I who is 
Next...

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I am just dragging around the town carrying this heavy weight in my body when my normal weight is a hundred and ten pounds and that’s the weight that will take me to where destiny...

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Cranes fly miles 
During the winter 
Migrating birds 
Hoping to reach their destiny. 

Buzzards along the way 
Look for pigeons 
That seek to feasts and 
long legged buzzards 
search for pigeons 
Inside pigeon holes. 

Parrots...

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Or Bored With The Rings

Carved into a tree in Mirkwood:
Watch out for Treebeard, girls. He's fast!

On a restroom wall in the Shire:
Hoo boy! that Bilbo Baggins,
I'm so tired of His Naggins.

 
Scribbled on the pink...

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In their youth two have met 
on a playgound with swings and sand.  
Their paths were crossed many a time,  
love blossomed to great dimensions 
Till the day of recognition when he said,...

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-For Justin Bordner’s contest


I long worshiped heartbreak,
From afar, often, though through the lenses, ceaselessly…
I drew ribbons in the midnight sky with the silken trinkets of sorrow
Riding in the dark with the sound of our silent...

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REGENERATION GAME

Poverty stigmatises
Poverty overwhelms
Poverty condemns

To rid an area of its poor
Is the new regeneration game 
That governments catering to middle class greed employ
Thus keeping the third estate in check 

Sterility of environment 
White washing of...

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It’s in the rows of old oaks
                the pothole that was never filled,
       ...

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O glorious Autumn of melancholic 
Gold -
All abouts the brightly lit
Woodlands
Your wonderful artistry behold!
Tinted bronzes,
Darting between awkward firs
Of sobering Evergreen,
Loiter inside mauve havens
Splashed with palest yellows -
And dappled with many differing 
Limes
Throughout this variegated Theme;
A...

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When blackness turns into light

Society could not deny
what we saw
with our own two eyes.

We saw blackness
turn into light
soulful stars
illuminating
white nights.

Jackie was a pioneer
his love lifted us 
higher and higher
his black voice
shining bright in 
the white...

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Team leader Renee peered out
of her faux gold  window  around a pulsing Friday noon.
“Almost like we’re puppets of each other down there.
Maybe everywhere?”
Albert, her partner and co-worker were apt to look down on...

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On life's easyrider days and nights
love plays a romping game.

On those more oppositionally challenging days,
and long anxious nights,
love is a hunt,
sometimes a passionate hunt,
special occasionally a compassionate hunt,
a mutual hunt
for truth about who is hunter
and...

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