Long Animatedly Poems

Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.
My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox blossoming so tantalisingly,  might be a source of some...

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Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania circa early 1970'S

(just in time for end of summer reading...
recounting emotionally disastrous campy turbulence)
intended food for thought indulgence. 

A boys' life aborted
miscarried golden opportunity
for adolescent romance to be courted.

Amidst a raft of fellow...

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Recherché poetic themes stock in trade of yours truly

No surprise, rhyme nor reason,
I tease out extraordinary threads,
sometimes deliberately writing
about current calendar day or season

for instance today July 28th, 2020
another hazy, hot, and humid summer day
and...

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(just in time for summer reading...
recounting emotionally disastrous campy turbulence)

Amidst a raft of fellow (Brandywine Valley
     Y.M.C.A) resident campers
     who, didst excitedly quiver
donning a "NON FAKE" lifejacket

...

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If we are not,
is this always the opposite of
when we are?

If we are negative,
is this sometimes appositionally
in creative tension with
when we are becoming more positive?

If we are a noticed absence
is this sometimes appositional
to we are...

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A Debutante’s Ball to Remember

In the autumn of my life, oft have I recalled that superb summer night,
when I finally experienced my long-awaited heart’s delight.
Family and close friends were all ready for my entry into...

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Highlighting the Lord God’s omnipotence
Bible stories expose His miracles
along His mercy’s faithful persistence
smiting torturous hatred’s tentacles.

Greatly enthralled by biblical events
my special child yearns for their retelling
animatedly done, no one prevents
his call for these chronicles propelling:

Creation...

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The huddled elite of Europe were in an unprepossessing state 

as pouring rain was damping their hopes for their future reign. 

These were the best: brilliant, beautiful and young that we oldies 

can attest. Their...

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Do you remember Helen Keller?
She was a really awesome speller
Who couldn't hear nor see nor speak,
So to communicate
She would ges-tic-u-late.

Marcel Marceau spoke perfect French,
But he was helpless in a pinch
Because a mime does not converse,
Or...

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As a war journalist, my new assignment 
took me to the side-line of the Elfin war zone,
where I found an old tavern,
a long-time community center for the travelers and locals,
flocking to meet, share stories and...

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Your one hand holds the bowl of golden wine
Your chin and cheek redden in olden desire
In your eyes are shadows of the hillside pine
In your glances exposed dance of fire

Of my wine cup animatedly full...

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When spring’s subtle breezes brush my face, I remember…

Linnie and I are sitting in the back seat of our old Chevy 
the windows are rolled down, warm air is rushing in 
and our golden hair...

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upon hard grey streets of asphalt I drive
through morn’s muted orange glow 
white headlights shine, red brake lights blink in time
with changing signals red, yellow, green
disoriented city visitors a hindrance to the flow
why at seven...

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Honey, I saw it yesterday,
your heart covered in scars.
And all the secrets that you kept,
in those tightly shut jars.
 
I heard you take a deep breath in,
and then you turned and smiled.
But I knew it...

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The house does not hide
Crying out in different ways
Shards fly with wings of their own
I see the world outside
At the end of the dimly lit corridor
There are 10 doors to my left
10 doors to my...

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Jubilantly, excitedly, unabashedly celebrating,
Spiritedly, animatedly, enjoyably consorting,
Awakening to the heat of our African Sun,
Cavorting so splendidly in our gathering so grand,
We applaud our efforts by enjoining our hands,
Declaring our presence that enhances our land,
Honing our...

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A melody to my ears,his laughter 
Making my heart, as always, flutter
With him, nothing else matter
Knowing this, the heart never falter.

Talking animatedly with a cup of coffee
In our own world, only him is what I...

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