Long Bluing Poems

IV
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Snowflakes adorn blurry morn, gently, gently trickling down 
As salted streets are turning brown across this weary town
While tilting trees blow wheeze of breeze in throe of snow
In aerial dance of wintry woe, as tips...

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Two spring blooms, paper skinned and delicate
found themselves breaking frozen soil
on opposite sides of the yard.
Easily bruised and blown by the wind
they stole glances at each other through green grasses 
too tall to afford them...

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Whirling by, munching away at the worn-garnet shingles, chopping trees with its transparent rope and hair-raising dynamism, and flushing your garish memories and spotless portraits down the toilet, sucking them away, fracturing and splintering your...

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for George
"You always said you had little invisible friends,"
He wrote in a Christmas card one year, and Yes,
funny he would remember that.  I called them Shovel,
Hoe, and BicaBacaBoca, all of indeterminate gender,
like Arial in...

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As she lays down her blue brush
in a blue-trimmed cream 
dream stone basin 
of darkening water rush

She realizes
inside voice has been thinking
about double negative paradox
as -x/-y
can't win pathology knots

Of way too much Patriarchal Capitalist
dogmatic Business...

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Crystal morning light,neon bright
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How cold the sun of April
  first day playing games
  of spring return to winter chills.
Blow ye wild, racing winds
  slip thru the stilled and silent trees
  hovering between the naked...

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Saving memories about Mom
(Rub Boards, Bluing & Homemade Lye Soap)
By: Tom Wright
1/2/02

My half century old recollections
of a #2 galvanized tub,
When in use 
it covered all four burners on the fire.
With homemade lye soap and a...

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Three misfits sought mischief along serenity shore
when a boatman slashed through the bluing mist
with driftwood oars honed by a river called Styx.

They were wild and naive and looked quite aghast
for boatmen usually gather the worn...

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In the tide's peril, through dusky snare
I fall low, i submerged slow, and when they call me, i drift below 
I am lost, I am alone
I am but a shadowed self of my own 
Striding,...

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Rosy red rose
Bedded in their Rosy red bed
With the other Rosy roses
And their Rosy red heads
 
All these Rosy red roses
With their Rosy red petals
And their greenly greened leaves
In natures soil settle
 
Oh Oh, there...

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Few are charmed with albatross wings
to glide high above the toothy surf
to soothe the cliffs that yearn to sing 
in granite tones of golden destiny. 

Some are born with burning stumps,
prone to dream... never to...

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Grants of Old World charm Masterpeace painters,
of seeping river form serene calmness
'ere petting midst boulders scores harmonious.
The dangling vapor straddles like strainers
whilst flows push on, tunes melodious sounds.
A feral beneficial component,
that translate, at the same...

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A long life can be a blessing tinged in blue
you may end up in a garish room
a narrow bed -a communal latrine
at the end of a one-candle hallway.
With very few friends left, if any
loves scattered...

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With every breath you take for as long as you live
for as long as you exist and have your being,   
I will be by your side to guide and protect you  ...

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On such a cloudless day
with only clear blue skies
Why is there so much rain
falling from my eyes
I got bluebird colored tears
warbling in my heart
The saddest song to my ears,
when you said we should part

Cerulean tears
to...

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Worn down diamond woman

yoke full of cracked wisdom

facing that disease called loneliness

you still have that much sought after scent

attracting those mindless mad bee men

probing sweet puffs until they get their fill- then flee

hasn't loneliness always...

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Nocturnal dreams of midnight fantasies 
neon flowers alongside scented lily pads 
Rippling clouds, crossings on the moon 
magnetic fields of bluing yes I see 

Angels flying, flitting, round the globe 
calling over stars to light...

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