Long Bowling Poems

I stood at the top of our dirt driveway looking back at our two-story house. It's kind of a long house where, from our second-floor windows, you can see cars driving on the lane road...

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The World has been playing a game
Oh what a shame
The world has been playing a game
This is insane
Leaders come and leaders go
Leaving me to continue the show
Leaders come and leaders go
Repeating the show of long...

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How terribly awkward it so often is when ones relations are faced with seeing to the daily survival of those they most care about - young OR old - 



Sooner or later the day will...

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Every second, every minute, every single thought about you
Wonders of this still could be too good to be true
Fluttering in my heart, palpitations go amiss
I yearn for the touch of your skin, and I constantly...

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thermometer reads zero, a chilly breeze blows
  apple cores thrown, the blackbirds feed
  my multi-layered partner dons her wooly hat
  impatiently, she waits for me
  securing covid masks amidst my overcoat
...

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Life is not cricket: though a game of cricket reflects life 
It portrays real-life conditions; from cradle to urn 
Starting with toss of a coin; ends in pulling bails off
Just as cricket life is simply...

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Politics and Poetry – is hate really the answer

Why write a poem of hate about Trump
He’s been there just over a week
Though Hilary Clinton the people did dump
It still matters not what they seek

He cussed...

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A month ago, ‘round New Year’s Eve, I headed out of town to spend a casual evening with a few old friends of mine.
They told me we would meet for drinks at “Rusty’s Iron Bar,”...

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Passion in waves, intense they pummel

Rolling me over & over & over.

Crushed. Help me grow; 

Go on, depart, now - a head start

With all this crap stuck in these spokes

Might slow me down, but watch...

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Preface preceding promiscuous philandering peccadillos
undermining energy and time not spent with missus
and mother of our precious progeny,
whereby, yours truly sought, (somewhat assertively, modestly,
and zestfully) to elicit – illicit prurient heterosexual predilections
before dark shadow of guilt...

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There were no gold medals to pin
and no starters gun to begin
but for sure we were out to win
               the Baptism...

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1. Write a poem
2. Call up an old friend
3. Read a book
4. Make sandwiches to save for later
5. Call your mom
6. Go for a walk
7. Go for a jog
8. Draw fantastical creatures
9. Eat healthy snacks
10....

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Childhood Memories!

Playing soccer as a forward and a goalie in early childhood through first grade
meeting a pilot and a stewardess in kindergarten and even wanted to be a pilot for a while because I thought...

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Interview With Rock Star - Johnny Bravo

So Johnny, what happened? Why did you quit your musical career before it even got started?

It was that guy with the crazy curls, Greg Brady, who quit Johnny Bravo....

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The Little Master, Sachin Tendulkar

At Wankhede Stadium in Mumbai,
   The Little Master chose to say good-bye;
His Rembrandtesque canvass hat shading eyes,
   He whispered thanks up to high-open skies.

Gods spurned earth but...

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"The Vanilla Ice Cream Knights and The Raspberry Queen"



"You’ve been spooning
too much Vanilla Icecream”, 
she advised the buffoon

all the feathery self-blustering chirpers 
parted way, she had loaded guns
she positively glided into the room

“Diamonds my old...

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Many times, I stared at it from my bedroom. Every time I looked at it, it sent chills down my spine, and it rose the hairs on my skin. I fear it, I've always feared...

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Tick, Toc, Tick, Toc
                               ...

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I have been a man since before I was a child
Having moments so harsh sending me into the wild
As a boy 14 I learned the man in our home was not dad
I learned my biological...

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He was born a bouncing baby boy in the year 1975 in Hampton Virginia.

To two loving parents Ann Iverson and Allen Broughton.


While growing up in Hampton, the nick name "Bubba Chuck" was given to this...

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Grisly bared horror jawbones Kristallnacht
totalitarian brandishes, flaunts, launches 
global threat half cocked.

Vladimir Putin itching
to loose nuclear bomb
end of the world scenario ofttimes
iterated throughout history
though an atheist (actually Unitarian),
no doubt this, that or another psalm
countless times...

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Mountains mourn a mildew. Such a deity of prowess. What a cumbersome lot those pickles. And oh look there, a pretty formation of moths in a tree. Thunderbeds are ghosts. And who would count the...

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Nor Usman’s treasure-chest you own, Nor Ali’s empty bowl,
With spirits of such great forbears, What kinship has your soul?
The honoured of their times, they lived, For theirs was true iman,
You live disgraced, as having left...

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As I sit here waiting for the last bus run of the night
Memories of what just happened play in my brain filled with fright

I can barely feel my little toes
There was no time for socks...

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Written for my friends son, bowling in the picture, for his 13th birthday. 05-13-2020


The sun is shining brightly, a special day has dawned
The spectators they have no idea, the fear that will be spawned
The captains...

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