Long Boswell Poems

Ever wonder where big ideas come from?

Memories of FDR
from newsreel clips -
a lion-headed striking man
with rakish grin,
jaw jutting proudly, 
signature cigarette holder
clenched in his teeth
tilted ever upward...
soaring to the heavens
as he cruises by
waving to admirers
in...

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He has a Roman nose, bright eyes, flashy teeth,
Chocolate brown complexion,
Features which animate only when he interacts—
Otherwise, typical unscholarly looks!
A nonconformist in religion, a revolutionary in spirit,
A stoic in practice—
Epithets can be multiplied.

Sought strange experiences:
Travelling...

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Revived to pop out as an empty nester 
To accompany a newfangled life
Maneuvered all the way for a change of state
I dropped my bags and willed at country’s metropolis. 

The heirloom edifices occupying moiety of...

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Michael ©
Sophie Boswell/BuntyBisharah

A new star now shines for us; the brightest in the sky
Since Michael, you had to leave us and bade this world goodbye
You were a great entertainer, on this planet Earth
Who shared a...

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The Lay of the Land

Sophie Boswell

The lay of the land in the Snowy Mountains
Where a blue serpent slides and creates icy fountains
Is a picture in my mind, so vivid, so clear
And one that will always...

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FROM the MOUNTAIN to the SEA
Sophie Boswell

Life is like a journey from the mountain to the sea
A struggle through many layers to finally feel free
Free to go out and see the wonders of the world
Where,...

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Yes We Can © 
Sophie Boswell

Let’s paint America purple, by mixing red with blue
Let’s rebuild this mighty country, with a different hue
By using our integrity, instead of weakness and greed
Why don’t we help one another,...

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Some called the radio station demanding they throw them out of the studio.
Others called to brag about their talents, their arrangements, their sass.
Boswell sisters had been singing together since their Vaudeville days as teens.
Connee played...

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Poplars
Sophie Boswell

Golden poplars grace this land; this parched and sunburned land
When autumn breezes turn the leaves and seeds fall on dry sand
While poplars stretch their leafy arms, as if waving goodbye
Perhaps to another year or...

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An Untamed Land
Sophie Boswell

 In a faraway continent, south of the equator,
Lies an untamed land
Where much of it has not been touched
By the human hand

This rugged wilderness beneath an azure sky
Lies in the Snowy Mountains
Where...

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Take off your Mask 
Sophie Boswell

What do you live for? Was a question put to me
By a gentle loving person, who aimed to set me free
I couldn’t answer his question, thirty years ago
So I moved...

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