Long Black forest Poems

When shall we smile again?
When shall the farmers return?
When shall all fingers become equal?
When shall mothers return to the kitchen?
When shall the lizard have hairs on their back?
When shall the He goat smell no more?
When...

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Regretting Cake Takes Two

Rachael looked sheepishly like a hawk in disguise claws clenched meticulous sharpened
yet hidden her sullen face pressing wrinkled no motion frosted lips the icing on the cake
It had meant to be such...

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(1A.)
Doomed To Feel That Bite And Hear Serpent's Wicked Hiss

Beyond mingling of Light, Matter, Human thought
reams of coils within darkest abyss are there caught
denied rays emitted by our reddish flame sun
wherein single feather may weigh...

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The Inflated Nation!

Americans growing wider by the minute!
Is there  a Russian collusion behind this illusion?
(Now, there's a breaking news headline
with real meat in it)

(Mashed potatoes, ah,don't forget, 
drowning in a greasy, gravy pit?)
Served at your table,...

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My First Hex Sonnetta


Sweet Angel Jessica

and

Sonnetta the Witch



She lived far away from the village below
Deep in the woods, high up in the sky
Where mountain mists flutter on by
She was an old skinny lady of a...

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for Alan Painter

I have put into many ports
                           ...

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I love how twilight transforms
My curtains currently are an art work
Of light, shade and mystery
Where the growing light creeps in
Producing patterns and pictures
Giving places unnoticed previously
The limelight, a moment in time
Imperfections add character
Ever changing as...

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I sat in the gallery until it closed
Not looking at anything
Just not going home from work
I feel like looking for a sign saying 'free hugs' and signing up
(Although I've just declined a similar offer when...

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Once, a wise man, not enlightened and not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde* appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
And...

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Christmas Cometh
by Ingrid Showalter Swift 

Through a wind that never stops blowing
the house holds fast to the light
flickering candles in each window
hope calling out over a canvas of landscape base painted 
in solid white

Auburn gold...

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The 44th President “one who is blessed” in Swahili,
Happens to love his wife’s Shrimp Linguini.
His desk, in the senate office once belonged to Robert Kennedy!
Renegade Tried to make it in to an all black male...

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That's enough, sadness poems - be gone!
(But we really really want to drone on...)
It's getting tiredsome, the vibe's getting dull
(I suppose it is samey, we have entered a lull)
You're serving no purpose, just driving me...

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When Fall arrives in Munich, Germany,  
Exciting times bring visitors from far and near,

With people dancing, singing, mugs of beer held high,
In halls or tents, saluting so rambunctiously, and
Loving our Oktoberfest with heartfelt cheer...

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Wanderlust Wolf

Icicles overwhelmed the running beast
It could not escape from nature or bitter winter
Morbid frost formed about its coat of fur
Fierce storms held a grip down to the soul, rolled wet
Ran in the face of...

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When I die will I have known I took a trip to Dubai?
Or when I once sailed along the Caspian Sea
Will that time and place remember me?
Will I have known I toured the African plain?
Or...

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A black forest full of ash ,

the sky echo's and leaves a path of light just enough to make you hope there might be a way 
out ,

so you search , and you find no...

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On strange days
like these
baking cookies
is an arcane art.
 For it is winter outside
how we transform
the inside
into mystic summer.

For i know the golden ratio.
i have surrounded
myself with graduated cylinders
that recall the lore
of  cups and ounces.

Retorts...

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Well I am no stranger to
the kiss of death
... the closer the sun sets
I can hear you calling to
me creature of the night 
where the winter roses
grow in the cold, icy wind
and falling snow...
IN THE...

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Well I am no stranger to
The kiss of death
The closer the sun sets
I can hear you calling to
Me creature of the night 
Where the winter roses
Grow in the cold, icy wind
And falling snow...
IN THE BLACK...

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To the boy Elis
by Georg Trakl
translation by Michael R. Burch 
  
Elis, when the blackbird cries from the black forest,
it announces your downfall.
Your lips sip the rock-spring's blue coolness.
 
Your brow sweats blood
recalling ancient...

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OKTOBERFEST

Wielding the power of the hefty beer stein,
Energized with viking-like biceps,

We lift the suds in veneration 
In front of our patriotic hearts.
Lively band plays Ein Prosit,
Lips coordinate, resounding louder and louder.

Parade of dirndls and lederhosen...

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All the noisy critters, warblers and the morning, young horse rider
have taken with them spring's harmony;
no longer can galloping beats and songbirds make this black, forest
echo with their delightful sounds of felicity; 
winter has indeed...

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Cheers for Chocolate
By Jan Beaumont ©

There are some things in life that you can't do without
Those things that make everything great
When you're feeling quite down or you're sad or depressed
Here's happiness right on a plate!

I'm...

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A wizened little old man hunkered over his bench.
Gnarled hands wielded screwdriver, hammer and wrench.
Hung on the walls of his shop, all types of clocks were arrayed.
He'd been a clock maker for decades - he...

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[For those of you unfamiliar with the Ice Cream Gran saga,
Ice Cream Gran or Turbo Gran is a crime fighting granny.
Guess what she drives…..]

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