Long Calluses Poems

I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a dog on a short leash, into the forbidden citadel, the...

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In New Haven, Lisa misses the sad, dark, city aesthetics of her hometown. Its crime podcast vibe, actinic crime-lighting and sirens in the distance, that lull her to sleep like lullabies. She has a disturbingly...

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He stared at the empty sheet in front of him. Everything had been said. Minstrel’s nightmare and it was only ten in the morning. Writer’s block. A poet arrested in void with nothing left to...

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Wasn’t it just a week ago, that Mom was putting band-aides and mercurochrome on my scraped knee?   Didn’t I learn to ride a bicycle just a few days back?  When was it...

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A city of neighborhoods, 
                              ...

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With all the time on my hands, I gave my hands one job.
 My Hands   -The Artist-

My hands paint everything in my life
they paint my weakness, my strength 
they paint the fire in...

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She has felt a rope with a mustang attached,
Threw berries into a biscuit batch, 
The holes she’d patch in clothes and shoes
She loves her life and has paid her dues,
She has tallied and rallied, opened...

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From sagging huts up in the hills, 
We watched the tourists flash their bills. 
They piled our harvest on their plates, 
While soup and scraps were all we ate. 

The flames lick up from garbage...

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It’s not just Jesus who rose into grace with scars from nails and the cross

Trees grow new branches from knots like wounded soul’s blemish’s scars

A rainforest’s undergrowth thrives in the mist of weeping from heaven

Ebony...

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the girls  
He will not let you forget. 
You will wear his hands around your throat, a chain of honey and sweat. 
His calluses grating across your thighs are still carved in memory, 
And...

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 O! my man Oh! Man he’s got bottom feet;
My man ma’man got them bottom feet;
And My O My he’s so ever sweet;
Ma Man he’s got bottom feet;

Gen Z favors brands like, Brand 
Men's Ted...

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My mornings will begin five hours past midnight
Eyes barely open, calluses still hardened
I grab the pick from my nightstand
Feeling strong and hyped despite drowsiness
The pick flips as the strings sing their tune
Awakening bliss of chords...

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I seize time when funky drummer songs break
into my body robbing feeling of nerves making me fly
off floors with hips bouncing and shoes sweeping soot on concrete
I leave my history on any ground wherever I...

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Perhaps you saw it too.
Yesterday, I saw multitudes of people on a runaway train.
It appeared that their minds were in chains, as they cried in pain.
I saw dejection on their faces, and they were longing...

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they tap on the floor
                              ...

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Can your calluses callus enough that God’s touch
will not touch a nerve ending (to reach you) if God
wants to kiss you (wants contact?) Yes, there! I’d guess not!
But that does leave unanswered if God would...

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fragrance of yesteryears distilled from heartache and joy

mixture of entropy and cohesion scented in hopeful aroma

	sweat from wanderlust of adventure

	tears from emotional advancement

	blood of hard work’s injuries over time

	fears contained and turned into vigour 

	petals...

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I can't desire the ones I love and love ones I desire,
our calluses too young, too old, to long withstand the fire
that draws us all like moths to flames that sparkle in scant dew
of each...

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WHO AM I?

It’s been quite

Some time

Since someone

Noticed

Do you see me?

I am Here

My beautiful

Warm

Genuine smile

Smiling at

The world

Beside me

Don’t you

See my

Chiseled calves

And voluptuous

Thighs

A mile high

I may be over

Forty

But my Bosom

Swings

And Skips

To a

Funky beat

With a tip-toe

Skip, Hop &...

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Senseless

What is it inside the heart of man
That cannot appreciate another’s suffering
Were we born with this senseless implacability

Is it from life itself we grow these calluses of the soul
Are we created not to care
Is the...

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I realize this may seem like I am placing him, the subject of my piece on a pedastool. As we know people and art are not always perfect. Perhaps sometimes the faults can be the...

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Bitter night
	seventeen degrees
all is covered
	in frozen white

comforters and blankets
	piled so high
tugged up high
	warmth to seek

Christmas time
	just days away
my night is filled
	with guitar dreams

there was a girl
	in earlier days
when I was young
	in velvet prime

I did sing
	in...

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We met in Valletta city on a fine November day
Introductions...hugs and kisses; we got talking straight away.
All agreed to go sight-seeing – architecture , harbour view
Made a stop to buy an ice-cream where there is...

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"Mine all Mine!"

A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea

A lover in the world............
An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR."

The words you send, I nicely tuck under...

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Down under
Asunder
There's worlds of wonder
Where etiquette 
Meets surrogate 
And the dress code's
Downright Confederate
Slithering among creepy crawlers
That descend from the
Heavenly puke-encrusted abyss above
Known as Hollywood Blvd 
I lower myself
Literally
Metaphorically
Into puddles of
Absentee-orchestrated nausea
I wear the badge
Singed onto...

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