Long Bungalow Poems

IN THE WILD

Early morning, we go for a drive,
An awesome feeling as we arrive,
At our camp gate which, opens 
At 6 o’clock, 
Now we are in the African bush
Which, will unlock,
Moments that we have missed...

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Grandma died when I was 18 years old, on Christmas day. I never really got to know her well, since the family had pretty much kept their distance from her due to her 'weird religion.'...

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I ran out of breath on the road to Mumbai ...

    Not for sake of dust or smog or even health. I had rounded a curve on
    my motorcycle,...

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Dear Mother, 

Happy Birthday, Mom. 
All your children are here today..
to celebrate your exemplary life! 
What a turbulent but amazing journey it was, Mommy! 

You grew up in a beautiful lush tea-garden,
entwined by luxuriant greenery, foliage and flowers, 
on top of...

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"Look, Grandma! I can see them! You were right! They do steal!" I jumped up and down in all excitement. Grandma grabbed the binoculars from me, pressing it as close as she possibly could to...

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Sometimes I feel I know nothing about life

But I do know something about Kenya

I come from the gustily, hilly terrains of rural Ingavira

Where huts form bungalow sorts of flawless beauty

An ambiance of warm soothing atmosphere

And...

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Walking through the tall pines of Perlarcher forst 
Munich Germany I walk deep within the woods 
every day the barbarian alps in my view colorful 
leaves rustle beneath my feet my London fog 
trench coat...

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We lived in our ancestral bungalow
                            Three generations...

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The mighty roar of the King of the
Bush at the crack of dawn,
Its majestic sound, being the first
Thing you hear, as you yawn,
And the laugh of the sly hunch backed
Hyena, as it creeps, slouched
Close to...

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Utopia 


In utopia there is no war;
No angry raised voices, just a smile on every face.
There is a place without a need to be poor;
Without a money system, there is no greed or hate.


The sun...

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Transitions and Contrasts: Just like the Seasons
Scorching, sweltering, drying, draining
The Candle of the Sky, now a supernova
Chirping birds cry out for drops of draught,
The strays of streets too, dying or suffering.
The poor farmer’s heart, broken,
Like...

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Oooh now then. Oh just wow. A scarlet salivating sentinel sentiment is wafting air at that door. Blowing. Blowing is not bubbling so do not count powder puffs or smoke globules that radiate sideways. It...

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Oh...and hello
to you, some hours past, I
returned from counseling,
(hence this boy yent -
     albeit beastie boy 
     figuratively basking
in fading afterglow)
great kickstarter session,

countless moments ago,
sans treatment plan,
she...

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We had a garden gnome named Griselda
the bane of our small bungalow
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
the worst that you ever could know!

Her garden mate, Gregor, had feared her
but one day he...

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Once upon a happening
there was a family of four
all had different ideas
on spending vacation and more.

Dad thought it best
if they camped in the woods
to go hiking in the mountains
on a trail where they could.

Mom wanted...

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..... SONG OF DEATH ......

Tick tok, Tick tok,
In the past, goes the clock,
Where there lived a girl...
In a cottage, white like pearl...

She used to sing a song,
Humming, "the angel takes over the wrong "
But the...

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Softly uttered, beneath cold biting mist, 
footfalls muffled through stifling drifts, empty sidwalks embrace noone,
Frost heavily pluming, clinging on each sigh
In night's brazen stillness, beneath eerie lamp glow waning,
When dawn's long in coming, and all...

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>Although I love writing, I would also like my books to sell. Then I can grant my wife her wishes and buy her a house by the sea. And if there is enough in the...

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I have a faint memory  
From a time long ago I was five maybe six
I was walking a dirt path from my grand parent?s bungalow
It was early in the morning and the peat moss...

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Rather than contact tech savvy Macbook Pro technician

Computer technology a dog send
boot also a source of woe,
cuz prohibitive costs charged by technicians
to troubleshoot Macbook Pro
just recently sought out
self teaching methodology
perhaps oddly enough
even tapping into pantomime lessons
(mastering...

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Marian;     Joe Canning  (all rights reserved)
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Oh, if I could quickly bare witness to God's perfect hand in life renew.
Oh, if I now could bare witness to his wondrous seasonal debut.

Oh if spring would come and release my body from the...

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See where I started,
in the garden of my childhood.
Fenced around with parents
hedged in with strict convention.

Walk with me.

The bare hills of ambition from my youth
lead upward, onward, overlooking
crowds and earthbound throngs.
Climb the eroding pathway to...

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When we were younger and we’d dream…Debrah and I would agree on what size and shape and color…our perfect house would be.

It would be a bungalow with room for our family…and more…the kitchen would be...

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In this age of 'Instant Karma' happiness is turned away,
'All you need is love' to guide you well at least that's what they say,
'In my life' I've witnessed miracles the ghost of 'Yesterday',
When a certain...

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