Long Blueberry Poems

Part 2.

Come on in, the phone is on the wall there. I’ll go and change. You’re on the Massey farm. Do you want a bite to eat with your coffee?

Yeah, thanks. Genecia looked around, the...

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I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear pants,
yet with a surprising matriarchal cooperative understory.

The boxers outnumbered the...

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The sunshine and singing birds, awoke me that fine day;
And warmth caressed my face, as the wrens began to play.

I stretched luxuriantly in my bed, while smiling broadly,
At the gaiety of beautiful summer, in all...

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Introduction: one of the nice aspects of having an oeuvre as a poet is the ability to see where you have changed over the years. this is such a poem where i can see the...

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Clutching the moment 
Before yesterday became yesterday,
The promise,
Before he pledged his love to me,
The colors,
Before autumn waltzed away, 
Swaying in shadows of soft snowfall,
Breathing white, plunging into the thought,
A blizzard erasing the gentle flames,
Sheltered by...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger;
their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust

pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers
—drama daring...

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"Papyrus, Lapis Lazuli and the Valley of the Kings - Part 2"

Rush...
the sound of the wind 
licks her ears, bites her neck, stings her lips
the deep heat caresses her hips 
brandishes, burns into her skin
travels...

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We’re (my roommates and I) at a specific time of youth - a time I’ll call “close.” We aren’t fully adults but we’re close, we’re not completely out and independent, but we’re close. And once...

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Submitted for contest:  A Child's Home
 adventure, candy, childhood, city, fear, first love, freedom,
Memoirs Of Being A Child At Home





Memoirs Of Being A Child At Home


I was brought home to a red brick apartment...

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I was quite the cunning magician, famed for my illusions and sleight of hand,
Like cool tricks that jade green nature plays, that often we don't understand.

Days were filled with wonder and enchantment, like purple, star...

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I was an unfathomable mystery writer, producing novels for ardent readers,
Much like a mystery of vanishing pearly moon, as sun comes up to greet her.

My days were spent devising fresh plots, like edgy seas, seeking...

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Our boat is first to slice
The green snake skin of Clam Lake
This Saturday morning in May

Heading east to the mouth of Grass River
Where angry Pike still hunt from shallows
Before the Milfoil grows to summer impossible

My...

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1/4 cup of chopped shrimp
1/4 chopped crab meat
3 cups of chick peas
1/4 green onions chopped
2 teaspoons of cayenne pepper
2 teaspoons of chopped thyme
2 teaspoons of salt
1 Tablespoon of dehydrated garlic
1 egg yolk

mix well and form...

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There I was just chillen with all my homeies in the big zip block bag. We were all talking about the latest ozome spray, and we were wondering if it would work on us, since...

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Truly ... . 


What-an-honor, this-sweet-grace ...
perfect a righteous gift-it-is.
 
The day waiting patiently-in the morning,
coffee-in-hand moccasin slippers-
waking-up-to-it-the-gentle-waterfall-awaiting-me ... 
cascading-into-a-shimmering-crystal-
still-fresh-rippling, gently-churning-pool-of-dreams,
the many-wonders-of an alliterate life.


Breathing ... breathtaking-to be sure-it-is-a-chore-itself ... 
 
it-takes-time.
 
 
Round and round-a throw-down-
in-and-out-tic-tock-goes the clock-
knock-it-down-drag-it out-
though-it-may-be-a-crucial, bloody,
treacherous seemingly listless brutal ... 
bruising, got beaten-up-again, lowdown hoedown-
gasping-for air-sometimes-
discouraging ... kind of-a-thing ... .


Sill-so-it-gets-up-early-raring-to-go, 
continues fighting ...
with mercy in hand-
forgiveness-taken-into-the-battle with-it,
it-can't be-lost.


Can't be lost.


Tender tales tall tell-timely
in-earnest the-fervency ... divinity-relevancy, 
 
reality of-the-story. 


Stars shine-cast-their-beauty-liberally ...
sheen's of glassy rays-of-overt light-
sparkle-freely-in-their delight-
under-the-moon-laughter ...
fills the-night ... .


Swallows in their benignity ...
wade about puff-up-full-and-billow ... 
shadow's in their whimsy way, 
cast their welcoming ... 
in-the-warming, 
as the weeping tree weeps. 


Cool-pools shallow of-crystal-rock-and-alabaster-sands 
promote their-gentle fondness upon the pond floor. 


Kindred the swallows in-their-promise, 
beauty-benignity ...
in-the-moonlight-they-are one with love, 


and running felicitous ... 

touched by the union 
follows closely the dove ... 
divinity has found a home.


Liberty residing-evolving-
evermore-abounding well-
beside desire, 

the heart-makes-haste. 


Peace stakes its claim in faith, 
in-the-Son's-glorious-arrival, abandon, 
absolution, return. 

 
Cast-about-in-the gesture, 
blowing-free-in the wind growing-
abundantly like the humming bird-
sipping on wild-honey-dripping-
fresh-in-the-rising Summer-Sun ... .
 
 
Splashing-onto dew-drops-
glistening as you-know-
they always do lying upon lilac-
flower petals, dandelions-
growing even-more-
elaborate-carried along-
with-the-blueberry-
cakes-popcorn-soda-
I've-just-consumed ... ....

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So Blue, what have you been doing since my last interview with you?

Well, I still hang out (or should I say “up”) with Sky. And I’m down with oceans, rivers, lakes and seas. 
However, Sky...

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Tender tales tall tell timely in earnest the fervency... divinity relevancy, reality 
of the story. Stars shine bright cast their beauty liberally, sheen's of glassy rays of overt 
light sparkle freely in their delight. Under...

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DAUGHTERS

Opposites presented by Goddess
In talons of Eagle
         On wings of Dove
Equally loved

A torrent from a fierce black cloud
  yang frothing waves in a storm
  ...

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Blueberry and cherry, and home-made apple pie,
Country girls bake them, the apple of your eye;
Each pie’s got a number—which one will you choose?
Look at all those country girls, looking right at you.

It’s a Pie-Supper Summer,...

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I can still remember
back when I was a kid
I had a friend called Millie
and we were made for each other
just like peanut butter and jelly
on a piece of crusty bread

on a Sunday afternoon
I'd go round...

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cinnamon seeps into the home and I can already smell the sugar crumble

a fragrance of childhood innocence captures memories and recollections

different times they were when fresh food could only be bought in season

or harvested from...

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The Dreamless

Now that he had freed himself of the past looking forward 
to think thoughts not hampered by dreams of childhood and
the embarrassment of teenage years and sexual clumsiness
falling in love with the most unsuitable...

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What happened to the man I loved? Why did he lose himself?
The strong hold his demons had over him was tearing us apart   
Dilated pupils, slurred words, stupid grin worn when drinking,
a fool...

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Walking along the warm sands of the shoreline

My black Belgian shepherd by my side

Sea lions barking, sea gulls flying, towards the sailboats beyond the inlet

Pondering the solipsism, amid soliloquy divisions....

While the winter sun, shines down...

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I'm an ashen dove, 
fading in zephyr 
of wine valleys, 
saturating in fog 
upon enchanting hills, 
draped in 
grape-green silk, 
where fantasies of forest, 
sprout cynthia moon 
of a bygone 
medieval saga, 
amidst heavenly 
eventides,...

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