Long Brooked Poems

Kentucky's late summer sunshine
sunk deep into their skin
as the boy rode on the back
of his Grandfather's coppered horse,
the tobacco harvest would begin soon,
aromas of sweet leaf darkness
were wafting in the field heat,
to the big barn...

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Dream state yields deep sleep personifications

Upon lying supine - eye shutter lids
into the land of Wynken, Blynken, and Nod,
where the sandman beckons and bids
dead to the webbed wide world,
yours truly immune to wakefulness 
despite being...

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It is generally thought of to be one of the myriad,
Guiding, governing, binding principles and precepts of all 
Mature civilized countries that what horrors that they unleashed in
Vilest, bloodiest, convulsive conflictual combative martial 
Confrontation, on their fellow...

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Embarkation upon meditation...

Believe me you upon manifestation
regarding Das godaddy bing linkedin
with avast cosmic consciousness
self induced light hypnotic trance
I become enthralled

unless wife disrupts intent concentration
calling out "Matt...Matt...Matt"
bajillion times Googleplex
(slight hyperbole for literary effect),
subsequently courtesy

disembodied voices
deliver poetic...

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Kathy Boudin thought the U.S. beyond repair,
She thought she saw the deep reality, and it was unfair.
From SDS to the Weather Underground,
She dived deep in Marxism, plain sense no longer found.

A bomb went off, unintended,...

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Winkin Blinkin And Nod, Sans...
Wonderful World Of Dreamland Furloughed!

Hours elapsed since I did sleep off
and feed my belly from the trough.

What...the...creaking screech re: sound
ding, (an unexpected  pro noun
sub bull mashup attributed 
to partial government...

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The Lighter

When the passage of life seem so dark
Filled with agony, regrets and mistakes
Nowhere to turn to, crying for help
Voices end up brown by the whirlwind without response
Ears have been brooked by the cacophony that...

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The Lighter

When the passage of life seem so dark
Filled with agony, regrets and mistakes
Nowhere to turn to, crying for help
Voices end up brown by the whirlwind without response
Ears have been brooked by the cacophony that...

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Arm to arm, sinews clutch
One another, makes friend and crutch;
One crimson call, which guidance brought
The feeble, stern: the working lot
To stand much greater, taller, strong
Filled with hope, in lines long,
That stretch from pain, from glum,...

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she sat there with only one tear rolling alone to drip between her knees
Splattering on the tidal flow below.
Cross legged with ankles aching on wet jetty stone
Cold wet jetty stones gathered from God knows where
By...

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Still Counting Past Blessings!

I’m Seventy-Seven and happy to live in the State that I’m in!
As a child, Oklahoma near blew us away! The ‘Dust Bowl’ killed some too,
and a passing tornado, some thought mite too...

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ODE TO A STORYTELLER

A wise fool once confessed in candour naïve
When asked the question “what are you doing there?”
With insight deep the reply brooked no disbelief. 
His words: “Everyone’s got to be somewhere”

Though we seem...

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Most folks have experienced torturous problems along life's bourne.
Some brooked it with blissful grace, others with venomous scorn!
'Tis easy to be trapped in a seemingly hopeless situation,
Musing, "Will this agony ever end?" with sinking desperation!

Have...

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Our daddy said we couldn’t get our driver’s license
until we passed our teens. 
He also said it didn’t matter what he said, 
it only mattered what he means. 
Our daddy was a coal-mining man of...

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Each visit was looked forward to,
Always new flavoured sweets,
For me to chew.
Whether it was chocolate,
Or Haribo,
Anything will do,
We were desperate ya know...


We went to the park.
On the swings,
Until dark.
When I wouldn’t show.
I was scared ya...

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Strip them bone dry
Of myth
And find
How suddenly we all are blind
For man must believe
In something more than
Mere measurements
When all tangible visions
Like twin towers fall
In the audible abyss
Of their faith.
This self 
From the serpent spiraled tree
Before...

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Like an indolent sloth I lay effortlessly in my mother's womb

With a cry I floated out into the devilish world of harbouring sins

As a dwarf gluttony kept me in peace and in a happy mode

Wobbling...

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They brought their music to the hills,
brooked no softening,
yet in time, the Appalachian mists
grew softer, the work less dire.
Their tunes recalled one Celtic root,
one that had broken the will of nations
to ever own them.
When they...

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He never brooked a lie that couldn’t be spoken
Spiffed up with a good spit shine
Tin promise made was a buffalo wooden token
Re-tale sale, it ain’t worth a dime
From Niagra Falls to the debt edge of...

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The writing on the wall 
Explained it was “degenerate”.
Don’t ask me.
Nazis can be crabby.
He took it for the sign it was:
‘If they’d deface some matter of taste,
it’s only a matter of time ...’
So he booked...

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