Long Acadia Poems

On the first day of Christmas my hubby gave to me
A large whoopie pie

On the Second day of Christmas my hubby gave to me
Two fishing poles and a large whoopie pie

On the third day of...

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I stand back and gaze across my wonderful garden, in bloom.
There it lies in the morning sun, with petals glistening from dew.

No one realizes the extent of my love for the rose.  As a...

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Two who are one together in love,
On a carriage road in the woods of Maine.

The day was filled with sunshine,
The air was cool and sweet.
It was a fine, wondrous spring day in Maine,
On an old...

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She had me at hello...
she had me at hello...
Sarah sweet Sorceress
lovely Juliet
kind Belle
gentle Acadia
alluring Felicity
longing Adryanna
She had me at hello...
Like a flower
I wavered, my petals to the left
for my tongue lost control
and my mouth couldn't...

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Why did I bother
How could I falter
I thought I was ready
I thought I was able
but I lied to me
I lied to all of you
How could I really believe 
she would be everything to me
And how...

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Forbidden, a remake of a 17th century love story
Forbidden, a contagion unstable or a light merry fable
Forbidden like cookies when we were developing, delicate little giants
Forbidden...ask the girl with the emerald eyes, with the forest...

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Entered politics on the Braille Ticket
agitating for better municipal lighting
for the long suffering curbside hookers 
and their various pimp coerced implants
his telephone rang  only at meals
the lives of the connected are not easy
for reasons...

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Snake’s head, pitcher plant, Lady’s slipper orchid, and the corpse flower
Four of the strangest flowers, but not the contender for queen of the rare.
That honor belongs to Middlesmist Red. 
She exists in only two places...

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C’mon up the porch ‘n sit a spell.
Pull up a chayah ‘n give your dogs a rest.
Wanna beeyah (some call it beer)? Mountain Dew?
Lemme tell ya why I find Maine is the best.

Showah, we drop...

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'I love you'
Should it be said, or like an army, should it halt and await command
Her beauty calls like an alluring, singing siren
the words threaten to grow a body 
and separate from skin, part from...

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The crisp coolness of Autumn inhabits my birthday.
Candy corn and pumpkins have sprung up.
The cell phone rings off the hook —
well at least while I was working.

Suitcases have been swept clean
as indelible leaves of Maple...

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Bar Harbor 

Bah Habah is how they say it in Maine.
The cool summer breezes wash over the town.
Sailboats ride at rest waiting patiently at their moorings.
Lobstah fishermen load their traps, hoping for a prize haul.
Ospreys...

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