Best Oxbow Poems

The serpentine and ageless liquid
   mercurial possessed snake
eternally swallowed 
   since the beginning of time
   one unquenchable thirst to gorge and slake
slurping up an icy cold mountainous pebbly shake
   yet fresh as an irish spring 
 ...

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HOME CALLING

I rose from the soil and water of Barak valley
and like a white  bellied  heron , reached the sky
above the bamboo brakes and the blue hills
to live in an alien land for trivial needs.
But like an ancient father, the meandering Barak
beckoned ...

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A nascent hodgepodge
     of gobbledygook from me,
or alternatively yours
     nada soo true lee,
this incipient harm
     less bumbling in das scribe
     hubble wordy monster prithee
lee, nonchalantly, and lovingly

  ...

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Time To Shower...When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid

Doth strongly waft, sting,
and nauseate about me
olfactory nose flying zone
bombarding cilia of
nasal passageway analogous
to displeasure wrought by

crashing, deafening, exploding,
ear splitting xylophone,
also synonymous isolated like
barenaked lady within
remote location of Lake Woebegone,
voluntarily forced to bathe

in brutally cold
mountain waters oxbow lake
vaguely...

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Sunday, an overarching day both raw edge conduit and 
coarse grain shelter for that soul in torment,
it’s when psyches plagued by doubt face those  
sudden twists and turns we call bizarre,
thoughts of the macabre and their covert operation may 
intrude into our leisure zone...

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Up here in Canada we have our own words
Everywhere does, some think ours are absurd
Between toques, hosers and rhyming currency
Like loonies and toonies, we do speak uniquely
But narrow it down to one province specific
Our Saskatchewan tongue is fairly prolific
We drive on the blacktop to get...

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Chief egalitarian garbage taster i.e. “white trash”

As Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got brilliant idea 
for sole son dressed
uniquely rubbish qua 
putrid offal getup. 

Missus Shaner (talon clawed, 
shriveled relic archaeopteryx dinosaur, 
who taught fifth grade) gave 
me first prize,...

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Generating a ring
     of bright waters, which
currently meanders, ponders,
     and then streams - twitch
ching reflexively as flora
     and fauna lap rich
text chard liquid
     timelessly streaming, rippling,

   ...

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Ordinarily, a discriminatory
guardedness factors large what I air
in close confidential quarters
within therapist office bare
ring pocked marked soul
of this feigned cheer
full contemplative, introspective,

and ruminative despair
ring fellow, whose unfettered
stream of consciousness
(oxbow lakes included) doth endear
me, asper when posting private
psychological scars fair
lee calloused now, during mine

placid lake state...

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at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School

As a Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got the brilliant idea 
for his sole son to be dressed 
with one of a kind getup.

Missus Shaner 
(the talon clawed, shriveled 
relic of a dinosaur, 
who taught...

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Chief garbage taster as fifth grade Halloween gag
at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
interestingly enough landed me a grubhub grab bag.

I rooted thru poetry anthology of mine,
and came across an unpublished poem
by one obscure poet (me), whose trademark
wit and wisdom hallmark
cardinal characteristics
of posthumous fame and fortune
largesse...

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Richard Mcgeehan Poem

Poetic license I employ
to match inventive
wisdom and witticism
regarding (brother in law of mine 
husband of eldest sister of same)
interspersing, initiating, incorporating
fabrication whenever possible,
and only the subject himself
can discern fact from fiction
and get a chuckle.

Re: noun polymath
and longtime resident
of Woodbury, New Jersey
story of his...

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Earth is such a beautiful place,
a blue marble spinning in space.
It boasts stretches of ice and snow,
jungles, forests, mountains, grasslands,
oxbow rivers and burning sands.
Along with rain and winds that blow
it hosts glaciers, rivers of ice;
that cap its polls not once but twice.
And white water, whose...

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Geologists say ‘by your leave’,
we’re famously polite:
we wear our heart upon our sleeve,
rejoice at rhyolite.
We’re very patient people, but
I tolerated stuff before
that I’m not taking any more:
up with this I will not put.

Don’t bring to me your xenolith,
preposterous, fantastic:
I’m done with make-believe and myth:
my ire...

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