Long Boathouse Poems

The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;

 So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With...

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ASSUMPTION, PRESUMPTION , GUMPTION

I don’t enjoy been on a plane,
I find it scary and a tad mundane,
But last time I flew,
I sat next to a lady I slightly knew,
I was bored and wanted to play...

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How ideal to luxuriate
supposed divine right frill
maximizing climate control
with matter of fact bravado
creature comfort pang to fulfill
consequent flagrant portent

to exercise freewill
beware controlled environment
pays hefty bill
cracking heat as
temperature gets chill
cumulative destructive

ecological footprints generated,
thus advisable to swallow
figuratively...

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One night in Central Park
Was a love that I embarked.
Of the moments I've endured,
I've never been so sure
Of what may compare to that boathouse,
'Cause when I looked into her eyes,
I saw a faint surprise
A moral...

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 This is the story of Albert Bligh,
who painted a boathouse upon the sky.
Albert was as bored, as bored could be;
he’d grown up in a house high in a tree.

Albert had a bigger dream, you...

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He's quick to flash his latest jewel.
They must have brought it by mule.
And while he's dazzling your eyes.
He's quickly saying his goodbyes.   Smirkedey Smirk. What a jerk!

He's spotted mermaids from afar.
Quick introductions, hit...

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The house,                                                                   ...

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The Medusa 

I painted a picture of a tranquil bay, a red boathouse
rowing boat, golden pebbles in shallow water 
naturally, the sky was blue, the mountain afar hazy.
A noise upstairs, the woman rearranging furniture
doesn’t go...

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HELLO DR. SEUSS – DO COME IN

There’s a BEAR
On my STAIR,
And I wish it 
Wouldn’t STARE!
There’s a WUPBOARD,
In my CUPBOARD
And a DOX 
In my BOX,
I know there’s a DARSKET,
In my BASKET
And perhaps a ZUBOON sitting
Next...

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Sunday Fishing 
In a tranquil inlet a boathouse pained red, a wooden pier 
with steps and a rowboat, tied to the pier. The sea is clear 
as spring water off a mountain fount, but at...

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My baby has bi-lateral bonbons.
She modulates her rhythm side to side.
She’s a twenty-mule team moving violation,
Her motives pure as borax, her methods bona fide.   
She stood naked in a shell at her creation,
Now...

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The rain appeared, arctic 
Spattered the duck board 
As angry pellets flinched 
And recoiled 

Boathouse dank, bleak 
Galley proofing transpire 
Moist and humid 
With sense of Frangelico 
And bitter almonds 

The sord chattered 
With new...

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Distant country 


The flat was on the third floor, flights of wooden stairs
deep groves from generations of people going up and down
in the living room, I sat down, had been away too long.
The autumn wind...

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Little birds spill onto the gravel
Chirping with disoriented confusion.
A spindly flock warbling
“Mère! Mère!”
Through cracked lips and bony beaks.
Hawks circle indifferently
Unfamiliar with the call
But acquainted with the cry.

The scarecrows converge,
Singing their songs of
Reunion across the river.
Seductive...

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