Long Bobbling Poems

Yes, love is no more or less reliable the more you check on this. Just like the frigid days of winter make their way for the pleasures that lay in awe of Spring I'm finding....

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Kind Of Blue (For Miles Davis)

Woodlawn Cemetery, Bronx Ny 1991


Before they could lower Miles 
into the damp, dark ground
Two of the PALL BEARERS
Thought they heard musical sounds

Before the Preacher could say
Turn your BiblesTo Acts, 
The...

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I awoke early that morning

to an unfamiliar familiar sound.

I rose from the bed with cacophonous singing

ringing in my ears, separated the curtains

with the breast stroke of an Olympic swimmer,

and opened the blinds to the on...

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Faith offered in the advance of ourselves, in our Creator, in all life is the best leverage for the (H)onest, (O)pen and ever-(W)illful heart. Letting go of this for another is the gracious welcome all...

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Yes falling-down found rustling up-down shuffling-up slipping-down-
down up-down-and-up-and-again. Rolling-up-up-down-bobbling up-all-around-and-
down-again-around yes... again-and-again, yes-time, and-again... ! Skip-slip-slip skip 
skip-slipping up-rising-dropping down-slipping-up-drop-bop-bop-bop-again-slipping-up-
down-and again in-between the-cracks in-the-floor (h)and-fed to-the-gully-men slaves
peace-plays ((o))n the-minds-of everyone-as they-row, (((w)))hat-ever rugged cross... .

(G)rief-does...

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Oh The Potter's-Rage, two-tone frogs frilly, innocent just-Like; them two-
Faced little-Chuckling Babies, chirping-Sparrows. "Finding-out" they're some-what 
Arbor though I can-see-now they still-can sing Just a bit-yes quite-a-good ways-a-
whale about-yeah bellowing up-far-a-ways-out-there-stoked-up-just under-right out 
along-a-part them;...

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"Oh The Potter's-Rage" two-tone Frogs--frilly, innocent just Like-them two
Faced; Chuckling little-Babies, chirping-Sparrows. "Finding-they'resome what--Arbor; though I can-see-now they still-can sing Just a bit-yes quite-a-good ways-a-whale about-yeah bellowing up-far-a-ways-out-there-stoked-up-just under-right out along-a-part them; like them there...

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Zotëri Count Dracula
is a terrible, Transylvanian host
Mister Tarantula Fangs serves watered down pâté:
Fermented, sour liver compost

I know, 
because my Planet Terror peep Tarantino
said so

Vladdie’s batty bandë
campy lip sync way too much on the fly
Playing air...

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Its so hard to be different in many ways unique, fresh, oblique
Confronting not conforming, defying not complying
Requires courage, conviction, confidence to be out there upfront emboldened.
Shedding the safe garments of compliance, the safe hat and...

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It’s a recurring thought–
Over and over again–
echoing in my head,
Bouncing back and forth,
Reeling up and down like a Yo-yo,
Like a boomerang that keeps coming back,
Like a song stuck in your head,
A thought that gnaws at...

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It’s a recurring thought –
Over and over again –
Reverberating in my head,
Bouncing back and forth,
Reeling up and down like a Yo-yo,
Like a boomerang that keeps coming back,
Like a song stuck in your head,
A thought that...

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~ (~) The-Sun-rising-growing-high-evolving-in the tender emotion of-the-day, fresh-honey-
dew-growing-wild-shimmering-there-lying on the new blue-morning grasses reminds-me, as-
I-reminisce - cookies fall with Him always landing where they will and so time will forever tell 
the story... like the...

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Ten years ago, there was a cock
Who lived up to his name.
For though he left us all well-fed,
He left the yard in shame.

Replaced was he by one who was
A very silly goose.
That goose got cooked;...

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Now anger had come to penetrate me, and evil has come to kiss me softly...tension exploded my v***** to squirt waterfalls of mayhem. 
I try to close my legs but find that I have been...

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I, eye, with my little spy, the colors of the abacus.
The woolen pattern and bobbling often for a poncho, a season
They were giggling throughout my first semester
Got  a little bit  dim in the...

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An old brochure
Bunch of possibilities, most of these are improbable pearls of wisdom. Never to be, never to have. Yet the warmth of coziness will be obvious. Like the baby in a daycare, acknowledged in...

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The plaguing tictocs, of the grandfather clockProduces an electric current upon my skinAwakening cobwebs in my mind like a frockThe horrific chagrin begs the question of sinA subtle distinction mid death and extinctionNot entitled to...

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If only I could wash my brain 

My mind would be so clean 

Then certainly I would be so sane 

And no way to be mean 

I’d scrub away all the pain I had 

Scrub...

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Motivated by Lilibet Wallpaper

"Chickens will do." And a pause
"For another yard of georgette linens too."
And every capped reasons opened at last,
as a stair, for a stare, to ask about the rear,
"What about the full cotton...

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I love the winter chilling winds
that swings with long nights and short day plays,
feeling warm under the woollen jackets and blankets
having hot tea with the treat of whispering shivers,
when the day blooms,
dewdrops glitter on the...

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Defrocked yachts on moorings in the bay
Pull at tethers like dogs yearning for a walk
The ruffled blue waters, rippling white glary glints
Sea of sparkles, gentle tiny flashing lights like town twinkling at night.

Listen closely as...

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An empty closet and cliffhanger
A gift to little George,
A member of Windsor Castle.

Mood, over mindfulness , 
They are riverine songs
Moody, churned up
Uncertain and floral
Rejoicing whence
The turbid and morbid
Glum and glee
And a morn and
A corn
These all...

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Mostly I sit on the banks reflecting on its power.
Will I ever dare its careening currents
that seem to so casually bounce from rock to shore?

I dip a toe in now and then.
Yet fear follows me,...

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I watch all the bobble heads,
as they whiz on by,
through, around, under and over
leaping in giant strides.

Not a care for the others, 
just push on by, stuck in the reality they call their lives. 
Not...

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A woman in a pale green dress 
On a pier, with her handbag  
Tide is going to progress
Waves roll faster, lowered flag
Slightly quivers on the wind
Someone orders the high tea  
A lifeline wasn’t...

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