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Trains

...It’s a boy thing
the clickety-clack, clickety-clack
of a train along its tracks 
all manner of boys
from diapered toddler 
to arthritic codger
from suited gent 
to aproned chef
the clickety-c...

The Corner

...Twelve rounds of excitement
Two rivals smiling in the middle of enchantment

The bell rang...
Both fighters were wild
Two rough hands still mild
The bell rang again -- end of first round.

Se...

What Is Your Job

...Painter paints with a brush and hooded mind.
Dentist extracts, injects with a pointed mind.
Mind of cacophony is what a singer has.
Orator hails, evading a faux pas.
Chef cooks with an aproned mi...

Time To Go

...In my old age 
I thought I’d have such yarns to tell,
of derring-do when I was hale and hearty.
Looking back, I wonder now just what befell
me in those years
and did I miss the party?
Distant e...

Nostalgia

...There it stands, desolate and alone
That roofless shell where the winds
Still whisper of the past
When  scampering children's squeals
 And wheeling seabirds' cries
Rose thinly through the air.
...

Morning Joe

...Juniper blended with the richness of Mohagany 
as the well soaped Maidens accompliced 
in the impness of Dawn.
A strong coffee poulticed a hint of Cinnamon, 
and Clove prepared expectations. 
Th...

The Prince of Pomposity

...the beast detests the prince of pomposity.
the chin upturned. each blackened strand of hair

in place with grease. his too white smile released
to aproned maids — the town with hordes of them...

Frangible Ego Abysmally Copes

...Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially

when untethered meek do...

What Are You Looking For

...What are you looking for?
he asked me.
He was sweet.
Concerned.
Wearing a red apron,
amused when he caught
me staring at him.

I am looking for life, I said,
And I saw it a minute ago,
in y...

Below the Glass Ceiling An Ode

...Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy and long.With fires to lig...

The Smithy

...
The “Smithy”
Written: By Tom Wright
4/28/04


The anvil’s peal breaches the mid day air,
and his four pound hammer fettles the shoe.
At the forge’s cinders in thought I stare,
and l...

Dickensian Time

...In Dickensian time 
Upon sunset hour
Overshadowing Thames
Is London Tower
Blackened cobble streets
Shimmer in the rain
Big Ben at Westminster
Chimes an eight bells refrain

At Euston Station...

Return To Neighborhood Iii

...RETURN TO NEIGHBORHOOD III

Where kids had the run-o’-the-place
Noisy
Dirty
Smelly brats
In-and-out
Everywhere!
Like a shot!
There was imagination.
Games ad lib
A terrible    wonderful use...

The Charge of the Light Brigade

...Once in Home Depot
I was in the lighting aisle,
when a horde of aproned workers
descended down from a quarter mile 
With hundreds of cartons of bulbs,
They were very bright I guess
I had to jum...

Seen But Not Heard

...Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy and long.With fires to lig...

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