Long Billet Poems

A Daniel, Come to Judgment!

Before I give my judgment in this case,
my custom is to have the plaintiff read
aloud, before the other party, face to face

the statute law that’s pertinent.  The screed,
Miss Gentileschi, starts...

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Think of the first world war
think of young Princip
his mud floor house 
with stones for walls

Poverty and shame
it was hard to make an existence
it was hard to make a life
the food that they were growing

Went...

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Peaceful are the water lilies in flower
The ripples of contentment belong to the fish
and quiet is the grass that has healed this scene.
Lone tree crater is a ghost from the past
and it is here where...

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1. A satellite on me is so superfluous
b’cos even without it, you’ll see my flaws
my new adulthood on your eyes is a sty
as my every late night makes you pray and cry
anytime my rebellion faces...

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One of the fringe benefits of working in a rare book bookstore is I get to hold and see…books that were published in the 1890’s…books twice as old as me!

More often than not in these...

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Don Ask Me 'Bout Exacerbation Of Trumpeted "FAKE" News

The prez best get sent packing
     to Lake woebegone
forced to coexist amidst University
     of Pennsylvania Dutch
   ...

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After a year of working in foreign land, Marilyn the eldest daughter wrote to her family about her situation and job. And most especially to express her true feeling to her family.
Dear Mama, 
 
On...

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Standing in the rain he looked at her, as she looked away
Drops of black tears down her face, but not from any pain
“Do you feel; do you even know what it is to love?”
It’s an...

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The Pen I Stole from Work

Sweet is the air of fortitude;
Its molecular structure is arranged
From a lesser degree of longing;
The whim and stance of breathless
Wonder supersedes it, yet it seeps a billet
Rise in the light...

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That Taliban bomb
Blew Johnny to a bed
And when he woke up
He wished he were dead
And when Johnny finally came home
He wasn’t marching there
Just sitting in an ambulance
Alongside his new wheelchair

So it’s goodbye Johnny to squaddie...

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As I sit in the musty library
In a once great house
I read, not one of the leather bound tomes
That fill the shelves from floor to ceiling
But a collection of letters
Neatly tied in ribbons
And they take...

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They  were always present.  
They ruled the kitchen by night.
You could hear them in the dark
See them when we turned on the light 
Making kamikaze runs across the grill,
Hear them sizzle pop and...

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I'm my day the Army
Was very frugal with our kit.
Whenever possible if seemed
They recycled every bit.
My Greatcoat had certainly 
Been around for a while;
It was of a different cloth
And of a  different style.

With it...

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Gathering of men:
Is always an awaiting den, 
To the available preys
That care to listen to theirs says
But to be dropped halfway. 

They can't be eaten whole;
When this belief is begot in their souls 
For the...

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They are only some old love letters
that I keep in a box under the stair.
Wrapped in string, with a wedding ring
and a lock of auburn hair.

And I take them out occasionally,
and carefully untie the twine.
And...

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If you have people in life whom you love…I suggest you find a way….
to tell them that you love them…a little…every day.

There are a myriad of ways to say ‘I love you’…
whether you love a...

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SILENCE I
               Silence understands silence,
               noise falls...

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AMETHYST
                          HEY MY AMETHYST,I'LL BE YOUR HERO.
   ...

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1

O, e’er she cometh and calleth me from the barren wolds whereupon lieth the first palpitation of the laconic exchange of bashful glances; 

O, whensoe’er thy dulcet voice wafteth o’er the hummock, and thy throat...

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What a stupid situation
Twenty foot above the ground
But when I reach the bottom
I’m nearly half way round
It was Ronnie Hatchard said it
Hey boys lets have some fun
Go back to camp and do 
The assault course...

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You

   I would never ever want to be a house to billet your soul.
I would never ever want to be a cage that imprisons your spirit.

       ...

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It’s a moment of sadness with a steady stream of silence,
bereaved family takes part in welcoming the mourners;
they pay respects to the one they value so much,
their presence is a gift with deep meaning to...

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He yelled he was hungry
As he crashed through the door
Stood there yelling and swaying
On the billet room floor
He demanded satisfaction
But as no one wanted to fight
He crashed back through the door
And out into the night

He’d...

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Words.
They rattle my soul this mourning,
This slim redemptive moment held with in the hands
Of the clock – that lesser god who rankles low the
The vibration of the street; the movement
Of the sheets entwined around my...

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You,

         I would never ever want to be a house to billet your Soul.
     I would never ever want to be a cage...

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