Long Bobbles Poems

Father’s Day was coming and Dragon was already, in full mode.
Hubby was his Hero, a true Papa, like in every story ever told.
Everyone was talking about what’s, to be, their Papa’s Day gifts.
Yep, TV salesmanship...

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*Image of David and Saul issued by Public Domain as it was published or registered with the U.S. Copyright Office before January 1, 1926.
Saul's Spite Of David

I may not be the chosen, say Samuel, man...

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I just can’t wait till Christmas

I just can’t wait till Christmas
With thoughts of ice and snow
And Santa in his bright red suit
Shouting ho ho ho.

Flying with his reindeer
With presents on his sleigh
Delivering them all by...

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MY
PLACE IN THE SUN


a life without
giving is a life not
worth living in
truth my mother was
right,
but a life in a home
unsafe and alone was
all that was in my
sight.
upon considerable
reflection their
abuse and rejection
made absolutely no
sense,
but being a...

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Solid gray skies
   Over daylilies trying to bloom
    Several different species so colorful
      Open only a day, live life to the fullest
   ...

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The belle of the ball and most frightening of all is Sticky Fingers McRaccoon.
He knows how to win, and how to get in, with his gang, of crazy ragamuffins.
He’s never invited, but won’t ever be...

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My dog's stomach sounded like a washing machine set on high and hot.
He was laying between my mother and me Off the couch,
but not because we told him to, the couch was too covered with...

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A fugitive from society, 
A fugitive from the makers of the nook, 
A prisoner in my special school, 
A convict to the female OT department, look. 

Not needing occupational therapy from a woman, 
From a...

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Singular Sound of Out
    	nationaldaycalendar.com


It’s November 30th, and I am
heartened that today, is 
National Personal Space Day.

But, further weave into the wicked web 
knits up duplicity; unravels, in fact, 
other sobriquets for...

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She's awash in contradictions. 
Though you just might fall in love
with those big doe eyes.  


She'll put you on a pedestal.
To her,  you can do no harm.
 She is a friend to the...

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Luckily, the languor didn't last long as a fit of spry gaits hopped into my attention and automatically carried it over------ that was a pair of fine feet in white sneakers. My eyeballs were soon...

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Three Birds on the Ticket?  Ok, I'll Pick It.

In 1776, a decision was made as to which bird would be the symbol of America's beginning.  If the choice had been mine, this would...

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Fluffy white snow is falling; 
roof tops, gardens and evergreen 
trees become white jewels in the
landscape glittering in the
winter sun.
Colour blooms within every
home; tinsel, lights and family 
members stressing over tangled 
Christmas lights and tarnished...

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Years are piled in slouching display.
Dust bobbles on a sunlit window,
yet the small ragtag shop is dingy,
without and within.
Its second hand put downs,
left to clutter;
emblematic of one life with another.

There are other items, trinkets and
baubles,...

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We adorn ourselves with bells, bobbles, fringe and tassels
Our 'chic' is our own to form our attire, our home is our castle
Pick and choose for every angle of space and form - a look
A style...

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On the day of your party 
Please be sure to invite
The Drunken Clown.

He offers steady humor 
At a pace everyone can measure.
His drinks, give love and laughter ,
his expressions: love and empathy. 

In a graded...

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Sonnet. 
I touched upon a dream perfectly chorographic 
as a ballet troupe of sardines avoiding predators.
A dance where no one applauds and everyone 
is a loser, sad except for the mysterious beauty
 of shimmering silver...

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Not the wisping grasp against the parchment
That licking click of writer as he tpyes
The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen
Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes
Scrapes and scrawls on cave dwelt walls
Truncated...

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Not the wisping grasp against the parchment
That licking click of writer as he tpyes
The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen
Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes
Scrapes and scrawls on cave dwelt walls
Truncated...

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He has a gargoyle on the top of his nose,
a knobby, kibbled excrescence
The gnarly nose is outstanding,
it rules his kindly face like a goblin prince.
Rose hued it is crusted with craters. 
Poor old chap, I...

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