Long Broaches Poems

*** How Lady Learned at Last ***

For decades, Lady daydreamed, wanting a full closet,
A packed, complete fashionable style:
Shoes to hats, to crown the French Bob
Of shinny, brunnette tresses above her hazel eyes.

There’d be gauzy blouses...

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I'm stealing a few moments from Father Time
to pen my thoughts on parchment pages.
I write of mirth we shared, sweet and sublime,
capturing it in recorded history of us for the ages.
As twilight broaches night, I...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part One

Lone gold Venus nears the sickle moon in the late autumn sky
She lies naked dreaming with one leg tucked under her thigh
The pallor of her silvery skin simmering...

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All thanks to William Wordsworth, one of our greats

I wandered in my kitchen round
floating high on cocaine broaches
all at once guess what I found
a nest of golden cockroaches 
inside the stove, beside the fridge
singing and...

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"...when power narrows the areas of man’s concern, 
poetry reminds him of the richness
and diversity of his existence...” 
--John F. Kennedy

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Soldiers of our armed forces,
Iraq, Afghan, Lebanon, many shores,
Light the way like liberty blazing torches

They...

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In life you set limits
And you live by those limits—
Sometimes you are better off, 
Sometimes you suffer.

Can you have more fun?
Live a little more if you
step out of bounds once in a while?
Be more adventurous?
A...

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Morning ignites a murder of white crows.
roosting in the loft of spruce, maple and oak.
Preening moon and star from death's fertile dream.

Ribbons of sunlight wrapped tight, ancient scrolls.
Window ajar, enter angels donning broaches of mint.
Crows...

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Defy the dreadnaught darkness
that repels Gods' given light.
Beware the banshee blackness
dour damnation shrieks delight.
Leather wings and padded paws
phantom forms of ferine fright,
searing eyes and hunters' maws
drive intrepid hearts to flight.

From the boiling brimstone bile,
condemned corpses...

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Seeing figures and shades that hint orange spirits.
Orange wants to intermingle with
other colors to make eerie paintings.
It bamboozles me how individuals can sense
paintings’ merits in a gallery.
After the four glasses of chardonnay, I realize
what everyone...

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Crackling the electric feel of the bolt
The lightning comes crashing down in revolt
The red sky turns black as night approaches
Storm enters filling me as it broaches

Across the sky it moves, the bolt passes
Fear enters my...

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The lonesome visitor approaches
With its thriving exuberance
With an infinite endurance
It meanders and broaches

It moves with blithe and glee
Clothing all that comes its way
Whether big or small; it ne'er say
"I wont for you give me no...

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A Morning to Forget

Came wide awake, feeling rested, so refreshed 
took shower, drank coffee, even got dressed 
noticed it was still dark, only two hours slept 
with six hours left, back to bed I crept


An...

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The sun slips a wink 
And wilts a few degrees
Like ritual, September passes
Leaving a wet headache-

October falls fondly,
Pawing the door like a hungry cat. 
Strewing orange gifts and straw.

But Winter arrives,
And a chill broaches the...

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A Mayor’s Dilemma


By Elton Camp


When a hurricane his city approaches
And the mayor the subject broaches

No matter what it is that he may say
Critics will say it was the wrong way

If he says evacuate you sure...

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