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Doug Long Poem
"OK, I'll try it," I say.
It's just an idea," she said. "Why does there have to be a point?"
"What's the point?" I'd asked.
"I dunno," she says. "Maybe a cat dies. Or, write a fantasy."
"About what?" I ask.
"Why don't you just write any, old story," she says, "and tell it backwards?"
"You mean like going around a storywheel?"
"Or a ball," my wife says.
Like a bouncing wheel?
Story reincarnated --
Up, down, round, no end.
Round and round it goes,
Whether you live or you die --
No big difference.
"What difference does it make?" I sigh.
"You'd better tell folks how to read it," says my wife, who always underestimates people.
"Alright then, let's get this story started."
Written Nov. 9, 2015.
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Oh, tempt me not with fantasies.
Of wealth and grandiosity
Of living deep beneath the sea,
Or miles above the oceans.
For a man like me is bred in the bone,
To know there's no place quite like home.
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Outside, Lucifur the cat curls up under the heat lamp and sleeps
until you can feel hot bones through fur and skin. She's a heat-
seeking missle, as much as Jennifer is forever flashing too hot.
But on coldest nights wood is split, fire is lit and we three cozy
up, chatting and purring around the potbellied wood stove. We
daren't replace it with an air-tight, since Gramps bequeathed us
his potbelly just before he died and turned stone cold.
Kindle, enkindle,
Ignite light on winter's night --
Add fuel to flame.
Written Nov. 7,2015 by Doug Long, for scott thirtyseven's Haibun Freestyle - Poetry Contest. Copyright (c) 2015 by 2815699 Canada Inc.
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As I lay down, upon the grass,
To watch the stars appear,
The first I saw, star light, star bright,
For wishing on, it seemed so clear.
I went to wish, but then another,
Peeked out from the darkening sky.
A dozen stars, glowing dimly,
Then hundreds, thousands shining by.
As darkness fell, they shone more brightly,
Until the first, I lost completely.
That’s when I knew, up in the heavens,
Each star was one among the millions.
So, let your light shine, shine on through,
No-one’s special quite like you.
Let your light shine, shine on through
No-one’s special quite like you.
As darkness crept . . . over me,
I nodded off; this was my dream,
I became a star, among the stars
And saw what only stars can see.
All earth’s people, shone with light,
Each one special, on this night,
Each one different, each unique,
Then I awoke these words to speak.
If I am special . . . so are you,
Find your bliss . . . what YOU can do.
Short or tall . . . big or small,
Doesn’t matter much at all.
Doesn’t matter much at all.
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Crushed under a stone's weight,
A burden carried far too long.
For nothing.
What was said or done cannot be undone,
And "sorry" seemed too simple.
Instead, you cling to the most useless of emotions,
And crawl under a concrete quilt of guilt.
Written Nov. 7, 2015 by Doug (Doogles) Long for PoetrySoup.com contest
"Dancing With Description"
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