Best Before Long Poems

something about her photograph-

a feeling of connection 

there is a knowing in her eyes

as though she can see me

through time and space 

the real me

I keep on gazing, musing

before long I am lost in a 

dream-


and she's here, beside me

bands of gold glistening 

In the...

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Sarah’s Story - Mental Illness

Sarah, the “Crazy Lady,” was a familiar sight,
roaming the streets any time of day or night.
Her foul body odor announced her presence,
as she paraded around in her filthy, smelly garments. 
Walking barefoot regardless of the weather,
in her state of mind, she...

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they met, once upon a time-
her silky hand melds with his
for but a moment 
an exchanged glance, fleeting
chocolate brown orbs
swimming in pools of milk
ebony hair dancing across her 
backless gown as she walks away
walked away…

swirling visions fill his head
dreams of her upon his bed
spinning, thrashing...

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Let me tell you the story of Miss Jenny Prime,
who spent all of her days making everything rhyme.
It was thought she’d outgrow this strange childhood spell,
but her fetish just grew and made her parents’ life hell.

When Miss Prime was a baby, still sporting a bib,
each...

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I had never felt a part of the we
Not sure how I was supposed to be
I stood on tiptoes trying to see
Wondering if there was room for me

I floated at the edges like smoke
Laughing imperceptibly at a joke
Wanting to be like other folk
Yet in my...

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NOTE: Some of you seemed to enjoy my stories from the past. Of course, posting this in the story folder is tantamount to burying it six feet under, as you know, so I'm posting it here. I understand that some will see the length and...

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Pete Kovacs was a cop based in Cyprus, a small mid-western town
Nothing much happened with regards to crime from sunup to sundown
But on the 4th of June a couple came in to report their daughter missing
They were visiting Cedar Lakes on a break, for a...

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Ghosts have all but abandoned this lonely place. It's just me here. The cold, drizzling rain is relentless, yet calming somehow. Marble stones lodged in leafy pastures keep taunting me. Autumn was her favorite season; the rainbow of colors, the tantalizing smell of decay. Odd...

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   A gardener was gifted a seedling. 
Before planting its teeny weeny stem, 
he gently prepared the earth, 
carefully, vigilantly,   so it was soft, 
  but tough enough to hold its roots.

Everyday, affectionately 
  he would provide it with...

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When dieting, I’m rarely weak. In fact,
I’m Batgirl strong – resisting the allure
of sweet desserts. I’ve never been attacked
by chocolate hunger pangs. I’ve got the cure.
I give myself allowance every day
to taste a little bit of things I crave
since deprivation is the surest way
to get...

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I sang to the moon in your favorite style
with lemonade lyrics and daffodil song
Gathered the stars that I found in your smile,
leaving the universe dark before long

Moved every mountain in spite of their size,
short in the middle and tall on the ends
So that the sunset...

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Dad gave me my first wood baseball bat
an Eddie Mathews signature model, 28 inches long
when I was 10 or 11 ('66 or '67)

shortly after he got me my first lefty glove 
(I still have it, so small! with a bullseye crudely hand inked in the...

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In the early morning light…

You stand before me, and slowly disrobe, as you have so many times 
before.
 
Then …for a moment… as you have so many times before…you stare at 
me, not seaming to see me at all, as you wipe the sweat from...

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Christmas Eve Mystery


The sun had set, and it was Christmas Eve.
Dear Santa finished up and packed the sleigh;
made sure his Reindeer were geared up to go
before they'd have some time outside to play.

Now it was time to go to North Pole Park,
for there they'd snack...

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The Sun was acting rather strange
With the Moon and Stars concerned.
As it was not content to share the sky...
And not prepared to wait its turn.
So the sea was simmering and boiling hot
Without the night's return.

But the Moon and Stars were patient
And before long they had...

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