Long Boutonniere Poems

Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed,...

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Paddy didn't want to go to his wife's family reunion. He told her that in the same nice way he had told her in years past so as to avoid other reunions over the many...

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Professed, nonwarranted kinfolk attest upon the secret florist
Herald stewards, forbear! Striplings, go not to entice the fawn’s forest 
Yonder snowy peaks, betwixt pearls, radiates the pinkest amethyst
Amidst, thy gently sloping curves, hymns of harmony praise...

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Clouds spiral down and curl around to touch me
—not those western drizzle shrouds
baring a soul of misery mizzle
...though I adore a good wallow in sorrow  —no 
these clouds come from yonder bluebird wilds
white cirrus...

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The vast array of colored lights illuminated the jovial faces of the youthful teens
As Ms. Durmstrang antiquely waltzed with Mr. Chestwood.
I sat alone as I watched my velvet red date swiftly fly through the crowd,...

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Fragility of Wealth
                    by Odin Roark

He had known riches,
This man wandering desolate landscapes,
Once so generous of...

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Starting on page 3 now
Because I can’t find words to rhyme
So many memories floating in and out
Maybe I’ll get it right this time

When I first met you
You were the really nice lady next door
But then...

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She was an orphan with an ax to grind wanting nothing from no one.  
Gifted with flaming red hair and freckles she was quite the eye full 
Each day she ducked around in rubber...

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One day whilst going out to play
I felt a plop upon my head
Oh what was that, I cried out loud
Then spied the largest blackest cloud

Maybe a warning of more to come
As he flung a raindrop...

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We are trying to one up each other as usual – another story teller and I.
Our stories are getting wilder, less plausible, and we are laughing.
Suddenly I remember my pal Gertrude’s story.
I am pretty sure...

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"If home is where the heart is and the heart lives in memories, remember that the past was just a second ago".

(Sand Promises)

Just like decor from long forgotten proms,
balloons and crepe left tangled in the...

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I remember lying in the midday sun
Body slathered with Johnson’s baby oil,
I was almost fifteen and barely needed to shave.

I remember my mother in the yard
Telling me to come in because
“You know you’ll only get...

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The all too common
American squirrel
can become quite whimsical
in the random coloration
of their normally grayish hides.

Some are attired in formal black,
some in a fetching Albinus white,
and every shade in-between.

Little red,
unlike those rare British squirrels
(which are naturally...

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A frill on the fringe
Edging closer to flounce called life,
Not so much for the bounce
Nor cutting it with a knife.
I'd rather sashay through it
Quaffing it in a gulp,
Don't wait for a pulp,
Nor boutonniere of this...

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September and days grow short
student’s new for me to sort
labour of love some may say
mostly though I toil for pay.
Witness to sweet autumn’s prize
Fall Fairs, joy in children’s eyes 
from their vision new dreams rise
each...

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