Long Bedspread Poems

Date. August  2023 

Damian turned 22 and Moved  from his
 family's estate Into his own
 duplex apartment, 5 bedrooms.
One master bedroom and 
1 and a half bathrooms. 
Down town West Virginia. One night...

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LETTER TO A SOLDIER
A Trilogy


I.  SONGS OF LOVE

Love walked with me
In the crisp fall air
In a shower of gold and red.
Love showed me the print
Of a doe’s foot
And where she made her bed.

Love sat...

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We were chasing each other through the woods,
behind the old neighborhood
where your parents still live.
I was heaving with bent-over laughter,
trying to catch up to your looking-back smile,
and then you disappeared into that opening
where the sun...

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Brief Mane n' Tail shampoo tall (tell) tale

Living social amidst 
crime infested urban jungle 
bumping uglies cheek to jowl 
analogous fate being housed in jail
escape room of great outdoors 
spurred subject matter in question
to journey...

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Can we share some words?
Maybe that seems to be your test,
The relevance of your beauty spreads fire all over me instead.
It tells a marvelous story about nature to which I think is the best.
Anytime you...

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Your walk away into the echoing stillness
Of a crimson autumn sunset
Gently stepping over the leaf-strewn forest floor
As withered leaves under your feet
Bid you soft and gentle adieu.

The wild blossoms by your wayside smile
And lend you...

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FANCY A TAXI?

There was once a young man called Mark,
Who worked at a local bank
As a clerk.
He went to Spain for a holiday.
Got quite drunk one night,
And after a roll in the hay,
With a girl...

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I remember the bedspread upon which we slept, checkered and wrinkled;
I remember the green plastic cups and cigarette butts, littered.
I remember a painted face, laughing as we danced on Halloween,
The lines of cocaine on the...

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With a basket woven brown, covered in linen, hiding goodies under cross stitched flowers
She with the Crimson Hoodie, and a smile like cookies and cream
Heading for the cottage so cute, and the walls pale white,...

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Morning filled with cracks of ice in daylight under the moonlit sky and the conscience of man breath heavily underneath the bedspread struggling to wake up from his mid-night dreams and the troubled heavens festering...

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If my being is not born from words,
What am I, in the vast anonymity?
Not a sculptor of poems with the chisel of language,
Nor a painter stirring the carousel of colors.
If scars do not define me,
What...

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In the house it is dry and warm, but in the fields snowflakes fall and form.
The winter air, wet and cold, on cotton stalks they find a hold.
They play together, white on black, clinging in...

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Remember our High School classes?
Watched you fidget with your glasses.
Slender fingers twirled chestnut hair,
enough to make me stop and stare.

I caught that twinkle in your eye,
envisaged stroking supple thigh.
Then you flashed me your trademark smile,
made...

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With my bedspread on the floor again I wandered through the night
To where those ink stained messages were written black on white,
And I struggled in suspension, as my dreams were transposed there
Like thoughts of sleeping...

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In the days that gradually thin, sprinkled with the last strands of sand,
Evening descends upon my old and warm soul,
Bony and stiff fingers, yearning for the warmth of the waning summer,
As the approach of autumn...

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I saw my stiff body lying in a coffin,
Devils and ghosts-like frills did my heart got soften;
The lid shut; I'm breathless; Was this why I am dead?
The linen within did not look like my bedspread...!

I...

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Life without her
would never be the same
She was the loudest, proudest
most endearingly brash
sugar-sweet and pickle-sour
five-foot-two, force to be reckoned with
that anyone in Yell county had ever met

I confess
I was somewhat obsessed
with Miss Mavis' hair as...

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It is winter;
The snow
Is filtering
From the clouds.

Serene,
Tranquil,
And
Gentle snow:
You are a sonata
Upon my ears.

You are a melody
Perfected
Through stillness:

You resemble
An aged 
Cello
With a bow,
Played
Like the wood
Of a tree
Ripened with
Sweet
Deliberation.

Your sound
Of perfection,
Peace
And
Silence
Is like a
Lake:
Cooled with
Welded
Ice.

For the ice
Covers the...

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tension between
this singular male offspring and me dad
proved more ineradicable
then tensile strengthened steel rebar
which wall veritably, unequivocally,
terribly outlived purposefulness, egad
yet remained intact

even after this son left off
way after being a lad
din viz Harris heir,
withstood the...

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In the abundance and bounty of our fruited land
my thankful heart overflows with gifts given with love
In the sight of the harvest moons bright helping hand
I feel the root of natures’ essence singing loud from...

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Went to sleep early to prepare for a bright new day....

I was shocked to hear my cat scrambling towards my bed.
   But I didn't realize that as I turned on the light
She was...

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some punk rock band on the radio
plays transparently hopeful echoes of some quick romance
while she lounges on the couch in a see-thru dress
smoking expensive french cigarettes
her dreadlocks spread round in the morning sunlight
but her sunglasses...

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They go to the beach 
beyond the big trees. 
 A salt march where the sound 
 tumbles around them.
 They walk through 
 their unfamiliarity and differences, 
 taking a hundred photographs. 
 Strange...

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Lives of saints had thrilled me, like suspense-filled stories,
Churches around, in litanies, sang their glories;
Isn't to be one of them I was called in birth?
How come, in life's course, crept in spiritual dearth...?

I chose the...

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Broke man all a-shiver
On another winter’s eve
He don’t have far to venture
Has nothing up his sleeves

I wonder, Where’s his Paradise tonight?

Child in a doorway
In a building, all ramshackle 
Sees mother on the bedspread
This year there’ll...

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