Long Browning Poems

Make Do and Mend,

Years ago we had jobs
We had fun and money in our pocket
Things were much better then
Once you could go out the door
And never ever lock it

But still so many struggled
To buy food...

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(4.)
As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts

Slow flows a river of doubt and regret
foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits
cavernous echoes one can not forget
nor withstand jagged cuts and hardest hits!

As sun retreats and...

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Summer magic, Winter delight, Spring fresh, and beautiful Fall.
The diverseness of the assorted seasons tends to delight us.
Each has its own ambiance and nuances, after all.
Some years they arrive with less fuss and muss.
Summer is...

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1	A plume of dirt and grime envelops sky;
		The hellish slug of gas does creep along.
		It casts an orb three hundred stories high
		Over the Sun and ends his morning song.
		The birds and trees now stand a...

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(1.)
Soothing Dream, Bathe Me In Her Light
 
Of lonely night and vivid dread
sad supper and large empty bed
denying wind, sets soul to stir
romantic memories of her
she, tender angel through and through
only true love I ever...

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Yellow is the color of the sun,
is it not?

It’s the same color as the Asian
valet corporate fella,
holding a Salvation Army red pot
Collecting inflated IPO fees 
at an illegal
dot.com parking lot

Always yielding to temptation,
is the armored...

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The mystical maid of the seasonal change, in summer darns a
Gown of evergreen, with rose petal blossoms of bows, and leaves
Ribbons woven intertwine through thorns and beauty.
In the rush the colder winds blow at natures...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One

I.

O' Man Of Perishable Earth

O' priest of golden sun
where hides thy black heart
Pray each day, dark deeds undone
in light, great wisdom impart

O' master of ink and pen
where...

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The sand and sea were calling us                            ...

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Forever extinct seems the age of classical poetry,
With all its cheers from caves, cottages, marble domes and temples,

When now a country honors not classical bards:
O Hugh MacDiarmid, Petrarch, Ono No Komachi, Thomas Chatterton, Robert Browning,...

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Thomas Hardy the Poet, spoke with me last night,
Speaking of his thoughts, as I sat in bed upright,
Though twas in a dream, I never thought it strange,
That we enjoyed a moment for literary exchange.

In his...

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The formless spider, shaking 
            coins of mourning dew off her back, 
           ...

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Tell me, Guys, Who have written the world problems in their poems?                       ...

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"melliflous birds are still cooing in the forest of my amber dreams " (by poet)



a gift from my father - on the first day of college,
"Golden Treasury"...A book of poetry...
the first poem I read... "She...

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there is a gravity to you
whenever crossing the room
it is an existence that bends light
into an aura capturing my every breath 
a plasma that penetrates every atom within
with memories of long ago
when you first walked...

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The land of honey? 

Most Americans I know of are writers and artists 
who sees when a crime has been committed
alas, the US government and its politicians are held
in the grasp of the Zionist who...

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(It was 1860 when the English poet Robert Browning
stumbled upon an interesting artefact as he walked
through the city of Florence.  It was a file of documents
from an old Italian criminal trial, and he would...

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Tell me, Guys, Who have written the world problems in their poems?                       ...

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Circus Clown

Roll up! Roll up!
The circus is in town,
"Damn the weird and wonderful,
 we've come to see the clown".

First, ladies and gentlemen
An amazing double-act to see,
Two fat ladies codgitating
Psychedelic Imagery.

Bearded children flying,
On a razor sharp...

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I was delighted in reading many voices,                           Those voices...

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 We Danced  written by Poet John Heck

I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet...

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For what I write- is that the reason why?
You visit me and spend with me some time
Perhaps it is for words that make you sigh
Or truth you find well hidden in my rhyme?

Is it, perchance,...

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The Barretts of Wimpole Street

Imagine you’re a woman, with a mind
as trained, acute and fertile as exists.
Imagine that your erudite, refined
creations top each year’s best-seller lists.

You write in English, French and Portuguese.
Translating ancient classics from...

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First, I was a horse,
proud, fierce, untamed.
testing the texture of one continent,
competing with the winds and tornadoes
to achieve the ultimate granular vortex,
testing the manhood of the Cheyenne,
twisting the blistering ropes of the Sioux,
defying the white...

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That seed from the sperm
Germinates from the soil of the womb in its term
Till time is up, the seed remains calm and fragile
The nurturing and maturing outburst it into stem and leaves so fragile
In innocence...

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