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WRITERS DEATH ON THE BLOCK

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WRITERS DEATH on THE BLOCK

Temporal space locked away in time
the drought of season of thoughts and rhyme

the emptiness of midnights dark hour
of locked gates and on the tombstone

the death of ideas remain and who will
dig me out of mental grave of torment

impentrable fortress where the world
hides its face of creativity

so who will vanquish the devils sword
and give me ink and pen

fragments of fractured words and thoughts
randomly gather at the gates and mock

the mind and heart and there the words
stare glaringly silent unwilling to yield

to the calling of my pen and mind and
rigidly I seek to control the words that

seemingly run away and hide beyond
the cemetary's gates, the ghost of many

a thought floats at midnight and vanish
upon the awakening of day

no word be prepared to carve upon
marble or stone as cold the body

of poetry is laid within the coffin of the
mind, and who dares remember to pay their

respect to the poet so clever of word and why
was no autopsy performed for who really can

tell why that all poets one day will die and who
will lay down the pink rose and remember.....

Maree Long
(c) Maree long 2008

RAIN

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RAIN

condensed from atmospheric vapor
comes the falling in drops

and descent of such water
that brings the rainstorm

down upon the land such
the rain of insults

such the downpour of praise
or rain that curses upon their head

and from the heavy clouds
falls to earth to each man

it's measure of mirth and pain
to one a promise of harvest

and to the other misery
of a flooded heatless plain

and can such a torrid cloud burst
hide bloody stained hands

or give life for those who thirst
for even a brief of precipitation

and who be the daughter of rain
that brought a fruitful legacy

and many joys of watered refreshment
as one sees out their days

It rains, it rains and all men gain
for their is profit in the precious

commodity that all life requires
to keep one sustained.

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008


GLISTENING THREADS

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GLISTENING THREADS

proteinaceous spider silk
glistens as tenderly hung
between the trees

spiral orb webs where the
architects spin their spiral
wheel-shaped webs

finds their delicate
dewey thread enticing
the spiders prey

and features the crisscross
band of silk through
the center of the piece

silken decorations amidst
the gardens green and
exhibit beautiful symmetry

and all is illusion
elusive and temporary
but for those entrapped

deadly demise awaits
the ones who succomb
to the hypnotic threads

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008


THE AUTUMN OF MY YEARS

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THE AUTUMN OF MY YEARS

The tree bears fruit in Autumn
third the season between
summer and winter it falls

northern temperate zone at
the autumnal equinox,
of perfect moment

the harvest that favors life
where there are whispers in the wind
that called softly my name

and so co-ordinated the celestiele
of time at which the vernal point
brings the celestial equator

and though it must end
at winters solstice
I shall live while I may

in reality day is longer than night
and there by pure light I see
the golden falling leaves

and so the transition of change
that I may live so centered
and enjoy my blossoming fruit

for I cannot spend another moment
without another orange sherbet sunrise
nor an Autumn without trees


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

BLINDED by thine words

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BLINDED by thine words

as though a hot copper basin is put near thine eyes
blinded by thine words abcinate
and hauty the impression on others you create

and pompous the windy bore that pretends to have inspiration
and thine name is aeolist
as on each subject matter thou will put thine own twist

and thou art the person who never laughs
and thine name is agelast
spouting words ones time machine constantly visits the past

and in worshipping thine ownself for thine own end
thine name is autolatry
and from the accolade of men thy will is not set free

and you speak smugly of thine own accomplishments
thine name is autohagiographer
for your own company is what you have come to prefer

and artly veiled the insult
thine name is charientism
for your heart entangled in it's own self willed prism...

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong

FOOTNOTE: ever just play around with words, enjoy the sound of them
and search the origin and be fascinated by their use or lack of???

FORCE

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FORCE

force the mass that accelerates
and pressure increases
the force I am in this direction pulled

and I know not whether I am being pushed or pulled
but I desire to keep my static equilibrium
as friction on the surface results

of that which intends to pervade my mind
and apply its weighing scales
that distorts the my principal position

and I shall keep the lies at arms length
no matter the pressure they bare
for their own force will be their own undoing

and shall remain operative against such resistance
and possess the truths capacity
when all is finally told

coerce the crowd as you will
but I shall yield not
and force a laugh in spite of lifes pain

and mock your limited power
for I am compelled to stand on this rock
obligated and free'd by salvations strength

whose force surpasses all the natural laws of man
that blood which changes the willing heart
and empty the vacuum of space that such love did fill

and such is the majesty of such a God
that should gravitate to one lonely soul
and with its force - gently pulled to Him

of all the forces that which impress upon me
none so much as Christ has been able to move
heart from the place of self to the giving
of will and selflessnes...


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong


SILENT NIGHT SILENT FLIGHT

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Dedicated to my younger sister who is a lover of all things owl
and has also kindly agreed to give editing my poems in readiness
to send to publishers.....

SILENT NIGHT SILENT FLIGHT


muffled sound as the wise approaches its prey
the owl in silent wing-ed flight
is the nightly stealth hunter

screeching is the sound of scraping against the metal
or the rush of steam spewing forth out of an engine
is the Barn Owl of great depth of perception

and who is it that brightens the night
that breaks the silence of evenings darkness
and supertitious sounds echo from heights of tree

one hoot the omen of impending death
two success that responds soon after
three that brings the woman to our family

four disturbance that not all is well
five my feet will travel
six will tell guests are on the way

seven gives sign of mental stress
eight foretold of sudden death
nine good fortune will follow day

spy the treasures, steal and hoard them
and carry the message of the witches
and dance on the graves of the dead

by night they enter your houses
and gather your discarded finger nails
and of new born babies they are fed

the Barn Owls are the clairvoyants of the Devil
representation of blindness and desolation
and the owl too beautiful to come out in day

and with your claws my soul climbs into heaven
you will hear some people say and when I'm dead
for jealous all the other birds you would hear it say

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong



FOOTNOTE: Owls have found to be in many nations a myth of superstition

http://www.creationontheweb.com/content/view/4708/

CICADA'S SONG

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CICADA'S SONG - The Courtship of Summer

cicada's song that rings in the air
comes on the morning breeze
of summers breath thick in humidity


sounding like the word of "pharoah"
or the sizzling skillet of flighted meat
singing midday as another awaits the late afternoon shift


the female lured and flying nearer responds
to the male with a flick of her wings
and lured to the emitting sound

and when you sing all else is quiet as
vibrating rib plates in amplifying cavities
that which can be heard from half a mile away

so sing cicada sing, sing in competing throng
and secure a mate for thee
for you will sing for little less than 30 days

for summer's emergence tranparent wings
that filter violets light for
did you spy thousands of stovepipes there upon the ground

so fanciful and many are your names
Yellow Monday, Whisky Drinker, Double Drummer and Black Prince
the Cherry Nose, Red Eye and Brown Baker,

your song rises amongst the loudest in the word
adapted perfectly to the urbanized environment
is Australias emerald Green Grocer

but be aware the king of summers song
for Exerirus hunts and is ready with sting
numb from your demise stuck in a burrow

and there you rest on shelves of the catacomb
and be deposited there as mere food stock
as fodder for the wasp-grub that grow

and now summer moves as the leaves change their color
and Autumn in passing waves
and your secret isall that remains

now silent the defeaning drone
that once pulsed through the air
are the lifeless forms of summers reign

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong

THE LOCUST

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THE LOCUST

the swarming phase of the locust
cutting and destroying crops
destructive is their path

a shimmer of cloud that blocks the sun
as an unearthly sound near approaches
of impending doom and wrath

the menancing haze upon the horizon
now arrive from their arid confines
as a vast cloud that rises to devastate

resistance is futile as billions of locusts
covering hundreds of square miles
descend to consume all witnin its wake

so cover your hair and eyes and shield
your being and look not upon the plague
lest your resolve crumble and
...........................................fall you to the ground prostate

mourning and lamenting all that you have sown
the uninvited guests dine the worth of
all the wearied blistered hands

the hopes and dreams, the toil of soil
the sweat from your brow regrets now in confusion
that gave so much to mother's land

and to the heavens you cry for mercy
from the Father as slumped your shoulders
leave your arms just hanging by your side

and now forced to look unto a new horizon
as the gates of hell have left
and your crops now raised to the ground

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2007
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong

DECEIT III

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DECEIT III

deceit you fool
vile and bitter twisted creature of fate
your strategm of falsehood
that upsets the balance of goodness received

you suck dry the very breath
of those you seek to draw into your web
your guile and duplicity
well practiced to decieve

sincerity is blank ad empty upon your heart
that which craves the seeking after self
has no remorse for those you hurt
and lying is upon your lips

and universal your deciet that seeks a victim
that causes harm to another
and your only remorse is in getting caught
for depravity from your heart is all that drips

so beg not forgiveness for I am not your God
and seek no solace from me for I am not your judge
blinded that you see not you only fooled yourself
so continue to deceive if you will until justice finds you out

for the remorseful and humble man
that seeks to overturn the wrong of such a stand
will do more than make idle words of apology
and commit themself to justice' sake

so in the heart of sickeness and skullduggery
that you willingly partook
will dig out the sin, and cut it free
and hoe the soil of consciousness digging deeply with the cold steel rake

so tear down the facade that revealed your pretense
and dare not come this way again
for you are not welcome here
and fool for anyone that dare let you in

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong

FOOTNOTE: BIBLE SCRIPTURE: Isaiah 5:20, "Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!"