Long Arrowing Poems

I haint donning royal carpet treatment

No stuntman/woman showed up, 
albeit intervened in timely fashion
to thwart mishaps experienced 
courtesy me I bemoan,
and poet lore re: yet of Perkiomen Valley
Pennsylvania, United States of America
never suffered major illness...

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After a short illness keeping me off Soup, and a 50-year refrain from Prose Poetry, I was inspired by a Thomas Merton talk about Rilke to find the courage for this form again.

Shoe Dreams

Is there...

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Aw shucks, I did sustain
moderately serious injury
series of unfortunate events
ludicrous and quite insane,
yours truly did previously explain
while crouching (think

Tony as papier mâché Tiger),
aye fell backward, where sharp
desktop corner didst train
ground zero right side rib cage...

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Memories of Bach

At 17, I performed a solo ballet to Bach
Below a sparkling sky,
On a park’s open green grass.
The choreography flowed.  
I was well-rehearsed.
The opportunity, special, before 
Some of our gathered city’s spectators.
This genius:...

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PEACE


Bergs dot the ocean, even  in June,  and 
Thick  fogs  clothe the Labrador shore early each morning.
The sea ice rocks slowly in the harbor from wind and sun. 
As  I...

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BEGINING, none that I perceive;
where that dot in time
where the dot or seed,
where the trigger
and the stripey tiger
that leaps ahead of itself?

Then

the linear sprouting’s
along an arrowing line
see how they are mine
yours are invisible,
you must follow...

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late in the night
	when I am so tired
thoughts of my bed
	and me trying to sleep

saying a mantra
	trying to empty my mind
trying to hold at bay
	thoughts calling to me

my windows closed
	cannot withhold
the thoughts that clatter against
	like...

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Harrowing the heart


                     “Will you be my Valentine” she stuttered,
     ...

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Harrowing the heart


                     “Will you be my Valentine” she stuttered,
     ...

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A Blue Heron unleashes itself from a
surfing wind and flowing sky.

Wings spread it rides, almost hovering,
as it seeks a nestled place to land.

There, the long reeds
have been hollowed out by its mate,
but she has gone...

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S olemn strikes the hour of society’s discontent
I see angry fists rise up with shouting and protests
G hastily grave disasters, ISIS terrors mark headlines
N ation against nation, shootings and high crimes.

O nly the naive live...

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CITY GEOMETRY

I’m on big town
Inserted
Yea, transplanted
Within its swaying wave
Of box and angle

Where my self-identity
Is something throbbing
Upward gazing
Arrowing
To sky points

So, it’s confusing
The hate-love factor
Stiffness
Restriction
Formal sharpness of angle

A quite eye bewildering sight
This swirling circumference
Of a giant
Fractured
Circle 

And...

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A raw red crater of hunger;
the clacking tongue a buckram spear
shaken at all comers.

The gulls mouth is the gull,
the gullet is the gull
the torso, the snowy pale blue plumage,
that dark under-feathering
all the body of the...

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Canada geese arrowing south,
Black-op's drone's hum overhead,
their silhouettes caught in the last blush
of a winter sun.

Old woman
sweeping gray hair back into gold
as she bends to a labor
only her eyes remember.

I am going to sell-up,
take this...

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Bright light lances down
	burning hot on all their found
black ribbon too hot to touch
	arrowing straight across the land

traveling to the mountains far
	jagged peaks within the sky
capped in white so bright and cold
	blinding to the eye...

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This is not some verse of weed or wine
discovering now that six resembles nine
What diction or numbers can cover the blows of time?
Those blows hitting and splitting
As hurdles harrowing and arrowing 
And then taking your...

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Strength and agility whither like hay
Every young person relates with some distance
Not showing the same activities as an average youth
Epitomizing by every hair’s application of aging dyes
Skin gets weary with strange lines
Countdown to the grave...

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Stars blink out;
another dawn triumphs over a defeated night.
The wounded and dead hidden by time zones.
Echoes of a brief brutality, too far off
to rattle backyard grills and beer cans.
Let us lift up our hearts in...

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