Long Attics Poems

Nylon waste is often akin to a brushed out stable, manger, or stall. But brushing the carpet is often a resemblance of a swirling cloud of dust and tobacco shards and tobacco shards are not...

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Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within the lawn-jockey, pink flamingo neighborhoods of moral decay. 

T.S, Eliot,...

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born two days 
after ole Punxsutawney i.e. the Doctor Phil - 
of woodchucks Latin Name = Marmota Monax 
nest resembled Rastafarian hair weave, 
which creature rattled with ire and peeveishness, 

when rudely roused from his...

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Shana Aubrey Harris born two days after ole Punxsutawney 
   i.e. the Doctor Phil - 
   of woodchucks Latin Name = Marmota Monax nest 
   resembled a Rastafarian hair...

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The day I was unwrapped. JAN. 27 1995. I 
was named Landon and as I cried heard 
your voice and looked into your eyes I was 
pronounced as your son, and you as my 
mother....

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Great transitions became part of human experience
after we gave up on daily nomad lifestyle,
perhaps too bohemian
to have ever actually existed
out of nutritional nurturing choice

As contrasted with necessity
of drought,
floods,
pestilence,
famine,
chronic wars,
climatic absence of healthy peace.

Great transitions
are choices,
positive...

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When I  was a young boy

                    I used to watch with awe

   ...

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I am house shopping
with the required Buyer's Agent,
also a fairly tolerant friend of mine.

She likes to drive
although not gifted with any sense of direction,
until we hurriedly arrive,
then she beelines into the ubiquitously requisite lock box
as...

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Men leave.
 
You too will leave, 
that’s not an if. 
I’m gonna make sure of it.
 It will hurt; it always does. 

Well, at least it used to.
 
I learned a lesson early in life.
...

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What better way to spend a rainy afternoon in May,
Than with Grandma in her attic where precious memories lay.
This was her treasure trove, cherished things dear to her heart,
About which she reminisced with us, delightful...

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Suicide Watch

Time meter swings from a rope in the attics and antics of my mind
                    ...

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TROLLS 

I remember them; hard plastic things, with very long hair, they came in an arrangement of colours, quite a strange affair. Everyone had one, they were quite the rage, but: there was always had...

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I recently read a poem from years past it told of my dark days lonely nights and 
my struggles with life, rhymes that  matched, or so I thought words that carried a 
meaning, a...

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IS THAT A TRIFLE OR A RIFLE?
waiting
Weightless
weight less than a pound
Weightless while watching ripples row their way across a wading pool 
A pool that portended peace
A peaceful pool in the coolness of a kiss in...

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when Democrats outliers gnashed
teeth, and nonestablishmentarian outlaws 
pistol whipped and hashed 
tagged traitors who roared America 
went bankrupt at sold at fire sale price slashed

when Donald Trump ran the country 
into the ground evidenced by...

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IS THAT A TRIVIAL TRIFLE OR A RIFLE?

Weightless
Weightless while watching ripples row their way across a wading pool 
A pool that portended peace
A peaceful pool in the coolness of a kiss in springtime  ...

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IS THAT A TRIFLE OR A RIFLE?

Weightless
Weightless while watching ripples row their way across a wading pool 
A pool that portended peace
A peaceful pool in the coolness of a kiss in springtime   ...

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IS THAT A TRIFLE OR A RIFLE?

Weightless
Weightless while watching ripples row their way across a wading pool 
A pool that portended peace
A peaceful pool in the coolness of a kiss in springtime   ...

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by Mark Miller © 06/15/2014

Signs stained white written by twilight's blacken Knight,
Raining silent sights depressants drown the conscience might-
Feeling venereal waves sullen air on standing skin shivers 
Ridding stallions frailty of fear scorn folly appears,
Warning...

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Watching the small crowds of people declaring their rights
Guns on their belts in their hands yelling at Governors and pressing at policemen 
Spitting at mask wearers, licking boxes and pointless fights
Indifferent to the sufferings of...

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Time to Make a Change

You have chosen a path that can not be completed 
There is no end to that road it consistently takes you through the same things
Heartache for your kids
Stress attics become your...

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The Pipe
(irrigation)

I am a city girl, 
I have never,
until now…

Ridden a horse across the desert, 
held a tarantula for longer than…
five minutes, 
used an incubator to raise chickens,
helped keep track of puppies (twice),
cut tails and...

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like some sorority or fraternity house 
   left the sanctified righteous West Wing 
with powder puffs sans canisters 
   of pepper spray, whereby 
   most docile, humble, and liberal...

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"I was at an intersection, approaching a stop light
It had changed from green to yellow then red
Three autos in front of me
I was facing north on 84th street
Right off of Center
As I'm stopped I canter...

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Darkest heart a ruddy black 
Dried blood and static
Blackest of black eyes roll in empty space
The darkest night in deepest oblivion 
Of volcanic hell frozen in place
As millenniums fell, a black so deep 
It rivals...

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