Long Canister Poems

Into A Dark Raging Storm, Tempest And Hail


Into a dark raging storm, tempest and hail
alas, sadly all was to be to no avail.
Twelve pounders broke loose crashing about
some over the wind praying in a shout.

Prisoners...

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Oblique! 
(The day the gray line Wavered) 

It was hot again, for the third straight day, but it was the 3rd of July; the time the place was Gettysburg and the year was sixty-three 
The...

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Crouching down, I'm foxhole bound,
crawling forward I seen it, its around.
I ducked my head, while covering one eye,
as soon as the enemies flare lit up the night sky.
Machine gun bullets quickly sprayed my above,
tracer rounds...

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What have you done to us my child?
I tore my body to bring you here
He wetted his shirt with sweat to ink your books
23 years of learning gave you a well-paying job
Your job gifted you...

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1861

Dust rises from the rutted road.  Cannon laden caissons rumble slowly forward.  A red sun competing with the campfires glow. Weary troops break camp, joining the ranks of
colleagues on the move. An enemy,...

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How come when I go to the fridge there's always nothing there? 
The kids they always clean it out and surely that's not fair. 
They're always in the flamin' thing and treating me old hat,...

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Love is some thing i entreat 
Of which without it my eyes are in  the murk of picket -eye lids,
 It is a Croft on which our spirits  first grub
To then be able...

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The cauldron bubbles
With blackest of black
Boiling over the rim 
Thick and tar-like liquid
As putrid fumes fill the air
It gags you, chokes you
Making you wonder
What is IN that
And you look around to find
A rotted, termite infested...

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The sparkling goodness imprisons an autumn sun
And takes me back to the tender days when I was very young
When I'd help my Mama pluck them off the ground
Tart fallen pippin apples which the warm brisk...

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Returning home, you walk inside,
Awaken the olfactory.
There, resting on the countertop
Are cookies baked for all to see.

Your mind leaps to the obvious:
The signs all tell a story clear.
No baker did assemble these;
‘Twas happenstance that put...

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Please,
  Feel free ...
    Kick me down the street
      Like a dented can - label ripped, rusted edges

What else can you do with a damaged container...

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I have spent much of my entire life it seems somehow

Cluttering shadows walls with window box residue inside these rooms....

Considering now the hands of times potter and I, but its clay ~

While gently closing these...

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Having spent much of my entire life it seems somehow cluttering a shadows 
Walls with window box residue: inside these rooms considering now the hands of 
time's 
Potter and I but this clay while closing...

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Magazines and jewelry 
Nothing shows your age faster
I see a broach and think “That is from the 40’s or 50’s.”
Mink stoles were from the 30’s to sixty’s depending on the style.
Mushroom canister sets excite my...

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After an occasion of travel 
I have reached this new found world. 
My report however is not an encouraging one. 
The life forms here are very primitive. 

They house their spirits in a canister, 
each...

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Getting Back On Track

You can’t be tying a string around your finger
Every time you have to remember
Why it is you went into the kitchen,
Or what it was you came into the garage for anyway.

You stand...

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PLASTIC  BAG  :  THE  EARLY  DAYS

They said we all had a shining future, with bright lights, 
Advertising panels, and supermarket voice-over mentions 
Of  high-quality “cellophane presentation wrappers” 
Of fruit...

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Too Beautiful to be Re-used



Used and abused
Like a borrowed book from the library 
Put me back on the shelf without another look
Like you’re dancing with the enemy…
Do this and do that
I’m Cinderella now scrubbing your...

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A button collection in an old tin can
A dipping wax model we made of our hands
at the Renaissance Festival, one day in fall
The first sound of Mozart in Benneby Hall
A love note gone crumpled in...

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I was climbing up a ladder on a day
with a cool breeze purring through the roof gutters.
The wind would dip and run inside the open metal 
canister then shoot up with the unforgiving wall 
at...

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Someone said I could probably write
About furniture and kitchen utensils
And still put a funny twist on my poem
So I'll try to live up to my potential

You must possess a strange old noodle
To know how my...

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Penny dropped circular clocks on carved out emblematic wisdom cones. Be careful if it rains coal dust as radioactive drones, mobile phones, and teapots too could all gather to form lines of imperialism. How rather...

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The door opens like a loaded twelve gage 
I’m not gonna go to sleep 
I just walked into my dreams 
The girl of my nightmares 
Circling thru the maze in my mind 
I know she...

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Canister of muck,
Do not  know whether it was ,
consumed Pepsi or Coke,
dribbled afloat in that floatsam,
it had no use and future,
if it had any life,
it was smothered by the human,
who had used it last,
Can...

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When mom would make her apple pies, and I was very small 
I would stand upon a kitchen chair, so that I could see it all
She would open up the Crisco can, and a flour...

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