Long Ambles Poems

Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling...

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I was a learned meteorologist, studying azure atmosphere and vivid weather,
To give a prophetic daily forecast, like bees gliding remote locales of heather.

Often I had to issue advisories and warnings, like a jumbo roar of...

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I glimpse the tidal waves, rise high,
Sweaty brows drip, a dry.
surf boarders and  dipper are so many,
dolphin rides touts coerce you for just a few penny.

red vested lifeguards always on their toes,
A breath of...

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Soft, simple wind go on a path that is made clear,
Freshly lays anew for each breath that one appear,
The subtle ripple spreads on a course that favors,
Fills open space and need to flow o'er layers,
Trust...

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The Wanderer 

He wanders along on a path, of his own choosing 
Seeking the wisdom to all life's winning and losing
He ambles along free, without a worry, not a care at all
His quest, though a...

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SPHINX STONE 

I am Sphinx Stone
Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic 
not marble or granite 
nor black tourmaline or
crystal sapphire quartz
vortex for Void actualising 
sacred amber ambles

Timelines cutting cross
my magnetic magenta 
miracle to dissipate in
dry desert...

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Snowflakes adorn blurry morn, gently, gently trickling down 
As salted streets are turning brown across this weary town
While tilting trees blow wheeze of breeze in throe of snow
In aerial dance of wintry woe, as tips...

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Shapes, colors, and surfaces have long nature shone. 
Anthocyanin in plant sap gives blossoms their tone. 

All tones in the universe bear upon humankind. 
Waves and waterfalls etched them and mixed their shade. 

Convey the...

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He goes back across the Sioux River
     and ambles around his old neighborhood,
Moves up the road from the corner house
     to take another look at the North...

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I WISH I WEREN’T A SPIDER
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



I wish I weren’t a spider, not even my relatives are a friend
Getting close to another kinsman could bring a lethal end
We're not a glamorous group, we are...

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Spring has sprung, the fields have turned green;
He walks to the sunshine and stands on his dream;
He grew up in fields of brown earth and sweet hay;
But the ones he loved best were the fields...

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TO KNOW THE WHYS OF A COW 
IS TO KNOW WHY GOD CREATED MAN

A cow looks at the full moon standing on a sloping hillside
it looks straight at the moon as if it were waiting...

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Dry chill in the air under a sky sprinkled with stars like glitter on felt thick as dust.  Faint air of chimneys in the distant town wafts lazily by.
Night falls and it's sounds awaken.
Distant...

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murders rise on nights like these
                   crows - in bushels cross   
and stitch the horizon...

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There is a presence to a Sunday morning,
an ease.  People waiting on line for their
coffee seem more animated, less agitated,
friendlier….almost chatty.  The traffic seems
to get along better too.  No schedules demand
cut throat...

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The Grand Ball.
.
The amorous ambient moon
Hung full and high
Perched within the Twinkling
Dark velveteen pincushion sky
The welcoming warmth of a pleasant
Summers embrace
Ambles on at a steady pace
.
Orange bright light
Seeps through large arched windows
From the stately house...

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Being high:

on information,

a good dream,

or even a phase of one,

wishing upon a star to save your soul,

seeing both the best and worst of things, and enabling others to allow you to work with them,

forecasting the...

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Part 2

He ambles over and asks if he could share a table with her,
Scantily dressed in a low cut cheap floral dress revealing gun pouches,
Smiling with a fag hanging from the side of her face...

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I find myself in a familiar place and lost once again.
Well off my daily “straight and narrow.” Her intangible
presence creating problems my mind has proven -far too
weak to remedy…
Like an ancient warrior consumed in battle,...

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In silence with a heavy heart, he ambles by the water's edge, lost in thought in the cool briny breeze. His footprints follow and shadow leads him 
on the wet sand. He dregs a breath...

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She wanders to a dream, a place
Where weeping willows brush her face
Beneath the branches bending low 
She's walking where a garden grows

Grass gently sways, as cool as glass
And timid blows the warming breeze,
That fetches shining...

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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets
the conferences of frogs,
the unpublished works
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.

Ancient is...

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One of my favorite poets here is Craig Cornish. He made me fall in love with the sonnet. :) He coached me in getting the meter right. It has become my favorite form to write...

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He prepares for a carefree day,
for jovial conversations,
for cheerful smiles and lively faces.
He’s a young boy. Just like me.
My mind swells with ceaseless terror.
 I plead in my prayers
that our lives shall prolong further than...

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The moon walks up trees on the dark beach,
Sand in grey, water shoo my foot prints away.
I feel my nakedness as waves roll my neck
In the coolness of warmth my body glows.

The silhouette jump paces,...

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