Long Burlap Poems

The appearance of his old friend brought new thoughts of his mother and, Nordgrend, the town in which  they spent the last few years.  Raðulfr, was a truly kind man and he was...

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Ole Tom Willy                                ...

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Many, many years ago
when everything was new
There lived a lovely butterfly
her wings of brightest blue
Every day was happy as 
she fluttered all around
Visiting each precious bloom
the gardens they were found

Till one long day by courier
a...

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When I receive old magazines the first thing I seek as I flip through the pages, I find
Are the advertisements that bring to my mind the brands, fads, and trends that found favor in bygone...

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AntiPoem 36
“Silent Mercies”

(Poet’s Instruction: Softly play in the background Mario Lanza singing
“Your Tiny Hand Is Frozen” from Puccini’s La Boheme, while reading this AntiPoem)


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Look over there.
See the stunned grandmother knitting,
Not speaking a word neither, nor...

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The raven knows, listen to his soundings warning,
Beware and listen to what he says, harken unto this
Messenger of death for he sees all things, be it dark or light!
Black ebonies feathered sentinel, warily watching, as
The...

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My friend and I were talking about the weather and how it relates to his business. He said, "This time of year, my life is all about leaves".  I said, "That would make a...

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Pt.1
     Another dawn, another beginning of filling the hours of the day with despair and mundane longing to forget my troubled past.  Each day my mind is pulverized with agonizing...

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The Torn Page

 the Champions current schedule, he will not  and corporates officials.
as of 12:01 Standard time, the World Championship will be defended by
 " Big Bad"Kourso Delynco: who in part is share holder...

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Dear New Poet Friend,

Modern poetry challenges traditional, tired monologues.
My advice; make your writing energetic, eccentric, and eclectic!
Explore exciting words that reinvent the world in new colors.

Your reader wants an unforgettable experience in their otherwise ordinary...

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Note: This is a long one. Just a warning before you start reading. : ) 


Outside the walls stood a handmaiden gazing
Twisting her skirt between fingers so frail
Patches of burlap were sewn on the garment
Cut...

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 Part 3

9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing......

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Outside the walls stood a handmaiden gazing
Twisting her skirt between fingers so frail
Patches of burlap were sewn on the garment
Cut from a sack of a barley oat bale

Oh how she dreamed of the opulent palace
Silver...

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for my ever so intelligent, beautiful granddaughter, Juliette

Waking in the garden, 
she was the lone bloomer out today-
Peeking from behind her petals, 
she saw a few faint sunshine rays-
Soaking in their goodness,
but wanting company-
She sang...

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Toward Material Trappings

Gold and silver upholds
     true value capitalist money tree
Thrown down upon gaunt
     lit alter of Midas,
     treasured as current sea

Countless denominations
...

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In the wee hours of the morning
When the owls and imps were upon the marsh
We would take our old pirogue and paddle into the darkness
Our intent was to catch bullfrogs but anything was game 
We...

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"My mind was once the true survey,

Of all these meadows fresh and gay,

And in the greenness of the grass,

Did see its hopes as in a glass..."
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Windswept village,

Ancient 1836,

Tornado torn,

Blasted to bits.

 

Here is the...

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12/26/21


Time I make a splash
Got to fulfill important tasks
Can't rely on hiding behind masks
It won't always be what you asked

Staying intact or full of bug splats
Broken and cracked windshield glass

The wings of bats
Continuing to flap
Before...

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Smoke drifts from the smokestacks
On dark and gloomy days
Just before the first rains of Summer
Crates are collected and stacked
And thrown onto the conveyor belt
So they may disappear into the fortress

A robot sings songs of yesteryear
And...

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IF THE CREEK DON’T RISE COME FRIDAY NIGHT,
WE’LL HAVE ONE HELLOFA TIME.
HAVE A LITTLE GIN AND BEER TO GO AROUND,
AND MAYBE SOME ANNIE GREENSPRINGS WINE.
GET THE HICKORY WOOD TO BURNING REAL SLOW,
SO THE EMBERS WILL...

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I was once asked by a friend to write something for a character I was portraying in a blog story. He wanted the character to try and describe the color orange without explaining what orange...

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This is the story of old Mexico
Long ago in Nogalez town
About a young farm boy, while riding his burro
He could see something that was in the ground

He climed off his burror and started to dig
He...

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Dreams frolic
  in the basket of the mind.
    Like Easter eggs on Sunday grass,
       pastel hands for slowing time.
      ...

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As Mary Grace laid down to die
A tattered boy came passing by
With hair that made a bed for lice
And one long beard for catching mice

His shirt was torn about his chest
With trousers that remained at...

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She lives in the desert
with skin the color of sandstone
and the texture of an orange.
She’s a man’s man if you ever saw one.
Her carbine seems to have a mind of it’s own,
never knowing, when in...

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