Tomato Soup
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I never liked tomato soup -
that thick slurry of red
in a white bowl - childhood
winters, Friday nights
with a menacing dark
pressing against the window
as if trying to get in.
Tomato ...
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Categories:
heaped up, celebration, childhood, fear, food,
Form: Free verse
Saved From Invaders
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Seeing the mashed potatoes,
Heaped upon my plate.
Sent me reeling to a past,
I could relate.
With a scoop of potatoes,
Laying in my spoon.
They sailed across the tabl...
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Categories:
heaped up, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
My Inner Voice Told Me
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After a hazardous trip from a far- off district,
With drooping spirits and waning energy,
I alighted at the station to catch the night train,
My heart besieged by memories of a home,...
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Categories:
heaped up, anxiety, journey, night,
Form: Free verse
Humiliation
...I thought at your fiftieth we would make up,
I saved every drop to buy you a new Ford.
Your Royce is still sweet, but it needs a backup—
Not a Lincoln, a Mustang I could afford.
But you threw t...
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Categories:
heaped up, anger, betrayal, emotions, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
After the wife made a suggestion about what to write about
...After the wife made a suggestion about what to write about...
I decided to title my piece
a concatenation of a few different notions
incorporating fictional romance
alluding to myself and spous...
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Categories:
heaped up, adventure, age, allegory, allusion,
Form: Free verse
As an easy pushover and soft touch lamenting my demise
...As an easy pushover and soft touch lamenting my demise
Vultures swooped overhead
and preyed on my vulnerabilities
forcing me to carrion camping
as fine young cannibals
sharpened their knives
an...
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Categories:
heaped up, 12th grade, 1st grade,
Form: Free verse
The Almond Tree Blossom
...You tasted spring’s young almonds green;
sweeter than vestal nectarine
then all your innocence is lost;
forever to the wind is tossed.
The seed you planted long ago;
time will see it ripen and...
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Categories:
heaped up, life,
Form: Rhyme
Callimachus English Translations I
...These are my English translations of poems and epigrams by the ancient Greek poet Callimachus aka Kallimachos. His surviving poems come from various sources including the Greek Anthology and the Garl...
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Categories:
heaped up, death, death of a
Form: Free verse
She’s Been Here Before
...Once green and firm,
she danced,
on the boughs edge.
Whirling and dipping,
through the breezes,
of changing seasons.
She basked,
in hot summer suns.
Rejoicing in the adulation,
heaped up...
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Categories:
heaped up, death, life, political,
Form: Free verse
As The Last Petal Falls
...I recline with my cherry tree musings…
a fount of blossoms cherub cheek colored
rise and curve from the ground
up into a heaven-and-cloud scene
to spread in splendor a festoon of blooms
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Categories:
heaped up, appreciation, beauty, flower, nature,
Form: Free verse
For Richard
...Somewhere, way out there
I know of souls who grapple
With the Big Questions
The ones I only hear echos of.
Here on Earth, in my little nest,
I play parlor tricks of the mind
Looking for empt...
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Categories:
heaped up, appreciation, friend, visionary,
Form: Narrative
Submit the Words
...I'm going to submit the words
the words that drive my daily thoughts
past wastelands of dirty laundry
and heaped up dishes that scream out
wash me while the water's hot
we're important, writing'...
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Categories:
heaped up, women, words,
Form: Kyrielle
On a New Year's day
...Located where the mountains and the sky collide,
The great pagoda floats amid the sea of clouds,
With a luxuriant garden stretching far and wide,
And solemn sculptures monitoring the sacred ...
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Categories:
heaped up, new year, religion,
Form: Quatrain
The Ends
...The gifts of life, upon me have been heaped,
but, one by one, I say goodbye, and they end,
as time's unseen agent mercilessly reaps,
and life's pilot announces "time to descend".
Goodbye to ...
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Categories:
heaped up, age, death, goodbye,
Form: Rhyme
Born To Walk On Waves
...I was not born to the moors; my roots are planted
by wild running seas,
even so, a rolling heath is a green tide heaped
into wind-sculptured waves,
low breakers that may tug you deeper,
or crash...
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Categories:
heaped up, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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