Long Bumbled Poems

My ebbing physical prowess and strength

noticeably decreases in one direction.

I take lock, stock and barrel 
to revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state of war
prevails within body electric of troubadour
now seated at his...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and curled,
stray stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through...

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She was a dairymaid, oh so sweet;
many a year ago.
Her figure was trim, her hair was neat,
with ringlets tied up in a bow.
And many a farmer would leave his plough,
the turkeys and chickens, and even...

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Writing with peace about the Avenger
She assembled words of worship
Simplicity filled her pages

Writing with perseverance for the Builder
She bumbled with joyful jubilance
With truth, she engages

Writing with praise for the Creator
She crumbled her satisfied soul 
Joy...

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One Saturday some years ago, at a market in Rokeby,
a voice was calling from behind and then caught up with me.
It was Shaun O’Malley at the rear that stopped me for a chat,
dressed in a...

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Long ago and far away
In a town called Mellongourd,
There was a boy who tried his hand
At training with a sword

The boy was young and energetic,
But not quite agile and free.
He stumbled and bumbled and tripped...

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from conscionable, fashionable, 
and inimitable laudable official,
regal unequivocal x all did (re: exalted)
gratuitously justifiable management, 

this citizen banker does hint intend zealous altercation, 
but bestir commonwealth, dutifully engineering 
fairness, given hover into jaundiced keeper
LivingSocial lee,...

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My brother, Lincoln Beachey, made my life a wonder,
Mother's eyes were full of him and loved how he was bold	
I was the shadow elder son of a family in poverty's control
and struggled to to sustain...

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I am sitting in my light brown leather reclining chair
after a strenuous day at my office glad to be home
no more stress no wife just my dog Bandit at my side
I'm holding in my right...

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Three trains

 
	The first train was bereavement, in the cab the driver died
	pulling a coach of grieving souls, unknowing yet, inside
	The second train was unemployed and heading where it will
	no scheduled destination and so many...

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Twas the night before Christmas at the Alberson homestead.
And all was well now that everyone was warm and fed.
It warmed my heart, truly a sight to see.
The lights and decorations sparkling on the tree.
So there...

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Have bowlers become spicier?

Hitches in batting riches

Cut sl**s shut in a rut

Pitches become dicier?


Chestnut witches strut

Gluts of stitches

And seams dreams

Humdrum Timber 

Tantrum doldrums

Back in the hut


 
What we did see at the WTC

Wood from the...

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He had a way with words,
An avuncular style,
A throaty little laugh, 
A world embracing smile.
He didn’t suffer fools gladly,
He thought that I was thick 
But not too bad really for
A Yorkshire country hick.
He came into...

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Behind the magnolia curtain, childhood ne’er knew.
Drawn to Sleepy Hollow - over the river, really
mountains; and the thruway, to Grandma’s we go.

Magnificent magnolias, bountiful with perfume,
born when I was steeped in maturity. Now I know
the...

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Within a world so wander
Most of us live of pretend
To puzzle hopes we all surrender
Dreams on never gone to end.

Holding a light all the way
Never becomes being right
It's chasing darkness away
And always be ready to...

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I must have one of those faces
or maybe people just assume
that because I'm quiet
I must be a good listener, because
wherever I go- they find me

The talkers, the sad, the lonely
the frustrated, the depressed
the I-just-don't-know-what-to-dos

Like the...

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BUMBLED BEES
by 
Mary Grace Dembeck

Bumblebee Bumblebee hated his name
'Cause the first and the last were exactly the same.
And in the middle was stuck a big *B*,
Which stood for –  you guessed it -
One more “Bumblebee”.
His...

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They bumble about, free of care, wants they don't share,
For that is the true assemblage of common life,
As we amble our way, busily, though with set aims,
Our goals are never the same, yet we bumble...

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In search of a day to search for serenity 
Against this abased society,
A quest stays on for a time
To outcry against the wind of a warfare eternity. 

Out against the winds of tormented sunshine
Hassled by...

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INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION

The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin

The drummer stumbled over...

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INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION

The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin

The drummer stumbled over...

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INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION

The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin

The drummer stumbled over...

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I longed to speak of love to a woman so fair,
but I bumbled and mumbled because I stuttered,
so my tongue remained silent. My heart didn't dare
whisper, "I love you."  Three words never uttered.

I tried...

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It's been a long time since the cicadas rumbled.
History books say 'twas eighteen hundred and three
When war struck the trees where bees sometimes bumbled.

The seventeen and thirteen boys couldn't agree.
The horror of those days can't...

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Prima colazione sbagliata 
 
 Si strapazzate il mio cuore, come se si trattasse di una frittata tre uova.

 Rompere il guscio della mia anima finché non crollò 

 Sto cercando così difficile per dimenticare.
...

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