Best Lumbers Poems

fat girl cries
big fat tears
splash
crash
down her chubby cheeks
down her pillar like neck
which was once
much like a swan
now gone

fat girl sighs
big fat sigh...
a heart groan of a sigh
from the empty place inside
where beauty's not allowed to reside

fat girl sleeps
a big fat sleep
time obliterated
memories conjugated
into happy streams
peaches...

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It must be springtime
for she lumbers by her nest
below the fig tree.

Hatchlings soon appear
to scamper into the sea.
She cries out to, "Watch

for eagles above!"
then turns away; her voice now
in praise of new life.


  
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In my town and only 90 feet
from my house run a pair of old tracks, 
railroad tracks older than my house, 
even older than me, and I am 
become old, very, very old, 
like a tree whose branches betray it 
with every strong gust of...

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Cold rains, wet and weary... seeping through the sky,
spectres pass ’long side me... bent, with collars high,
my visions are invisible and no one sees me cry.

Minstrels of destruction... rapping at my door,
naked anvils aching... heavy hammers roar,
their monodies of emptiness pulse, bleeding through the floor.

House...

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There was a king who invited Artists to sketch the exact hand of Jesus so he can hung it in His palace

One of them depicted a Jesus with an Animal looking hand
Another depicted that He had the Square or the working hand
One of the Artists...

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Under a tree of wet blossoms, shimmering to life in the sun, one honey bee is circling around two burly men, who wave it off,  with childlike dramatics...arms flailing.   One of them, wearing heavy leather boots, leaves his deep imprints in the...

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Looking for adventure and escape,
a young girl's thinking of skipping school.
And a case of spring-fever finds her
skirting the edge of town, acting cool.

Sharp as a whip, she heads for a curve
in the tracks where the train must slow down.
And with her spot well-chosen, she waits
behind...

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Flim-Flam dances to the beat of a drugged out drummer
Her moves are suggestive and sometimes vulgar
Her hands are soiled and damp holding onto the grimy pole
She’s topless and her dancing is like a listless puppet performing a role
She has a striking body and her hair...

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My dear daughter,
I watch 
As you give your trust
Placing your small hand
Inside God’s glove
Pain’s siren cry begs you to quit

Ever mindful of its power
Still, you refuse 
Its hypnotic cry
Instead you toil
Loving, building
Parenting, befriending
Doing what is needed

Recovery lumbers forward
Reptilian in nature
Unaware of the path
Following its homing...

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Who suggests a trip back...rides to this bit of nostalgia in the middle years of the Great Depression aboard a Chicago elevated train, "the El." We hurdle head-long above asphalt blanketed streets that are determined to out distance each high moving carrier. No matter how...

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A scholarly man of numbers,
when confronted said, “Chance be gone!
He who believes the lie slumbers.”
A scholarly man of numbers
challenges the mind that lumbers.
“Probability is the brawn!”
A scholarly man of numbers,
when confronted said “Chance be gone!”...

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haiku

wide-eyes, ears up
wax statues in the brush
danger lumbers past

baby deer
on a gambol in the snow
instinct kicks in

holding its breath
fawn awaits mother's nod
eye contact...

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Hunters In The Snow

Slowly, the hunters break stride through the snow,
Hunched over in failure their heads hung low.
Below the hill where villagers at play,
Will soon be sad with no food on the way.

The meagre kill slung across one’s shoulders,
Barely enough, let alone for others.
But there...

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I stood and cried in The Magazine Bus,
Deep in New Orleans, in the city rush, 
as it plowed and choked along
like a curved-back dinosaur
wheezing through the swampy ways, 
rattling electric wires in a maze
of strangling city vines,
stamping the earth with oil and pugmarks,
straddling, shifting, sliding...

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We battle and quibble over numbers,
twenty, or forty, or fifty-three percent.
The bottom squeals as the beast still lumbers
over their desperate bodies. Screams will rent
the air that no one hears because all fight
for their own small crumb and piece of turf.
Paperwork splatters blood against the light.
The...

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