Long Cape cod Poems

This is a totally true episode from our 40 years spent collecting antiques -  


You never know for sure what lays ahead in life, my friend…
And here’s a tale I love to tell, and...

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In April of this year I began preparing a new organic gardening patch,
planning to have it ready for next year's expansion from a too-small garden
in front of my recently acquired Connecticut Cape Cod home.

I have...

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A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers/mothers...

Who didst unknowingly, unquestionably, 
and unwittingly script vitality
and the prologue to Thanksgiving,
(which theme poem initially written)
about three hundred and ninety seven years, 
and nine months after February third 1621,
yet...

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He said he planned to freeze to death.

Did he mean to have his body frozen?
Stored to hatch again later,
leftovers out of time's deep freezer of waiting.

No, not that.
He responds with undeniable dismissal,
this would not be...

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American Thanksgiving (1621)

Passengers in England boarded the Mayflower
To sail across the Atlantic to the New World,
And escape religious persecution for their faith
In worshiping God, which they believed to be righteous,
With separation of God and King,...

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If I only had a few more minutes before you passed away
I'd tell you all the things I didn't get to say
I'd sit down with you and reminisce about our cape cod days
Go over one...

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Wise no adulation, dedication and gratification 
   not emphasized the other three hundred and sixty four days a year
question their role as consumed end product of taxidermist, 
   gnome hatter clucks...

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They painted an aesthetic portrait
                    of contentment and prosperity
       ...

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You look sideways at me
I look straight on at you
You glance towards me
I stare at you
memorize the stiches of your coat
they are uneven
 it must have been handmade
You look up at the sky
I look at...

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today we are living in a world of hate
its a text, tweet & snap chat society
burning holes through there cell phone
no one gathers together & break bread
what is going on inside their head
its the blind...

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A tad over three blocks down Merion Lane
on the left is, an idyllic Cape Cod.
I must've passed it a thousand times
my own picturesque, perfect, postcard place
couched in the right light, dappling rays
fresh-painted, white fence, ruby...

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Hello dear friend – so – what’s new?
Tell me - How have you been?
There’s so much I want to share with you
But I hardly know where to begin

The news from here’s both good and bad
But...

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Judy’s Song
 
It wasn’t even twenty years before our dream-world died,
But life ain’t easy in this World, it’s full of grief and sighs.
The moment that we said: “I do”, our lives entwined as one,
We kissed...

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It wasn’t even twenty years before our dream-world died,
But life ain’t easy in this World, it’s full of grief and sighs.
The moment that we said: “I do”, our lives entwined as one,
We kissed away our...

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I didn't mind shooting him between the eyes one bit, what made 
it harder for me was how he pleaded for his life and said he had 
money and that I didn't have to do...

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Preface:  Written for my parents on their 50th wedding anniversary

Where the Smoke Goes 

I went to the place where the smoke goes, from all our blown out candles.
I found pounds of Cape Cod beach...

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'Tis said that the first Thanksgiving feast was celebrated in sixteen twenty-one.
'Twas the Pilgrims' first bountiful harvest so they decided to have some fun!
(That was the genesis of church potlucks that are popular to this...

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BLUE BY YOU

What’s Blue by me?  

Butterfly wings, 
the Blue Moth in flight,
stilettos, suede shoes, 
for dancing at night.
Moonbows and rainbows, 
in the spectrum of blue,
the eyes of your love, 
when he’s laughing at...

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F  l  y  i  n  g

a sailing tailwind
in cerulean streams
through creamsicle colored beams -
are wings reflective of turquoise truth 
and white purity 
of Autumn’s ether -

he aviates 
a clear troposphere...

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What made you so special my freckle faced friend..
the day I heard you singing to a record, from your window next door.
Bell bottom clad teenaged knock out, with a ballerina's step..    ...

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Of all the ships I've seen, heard of, or read about;                        ...

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yo alex wadup,first off my apolige,couldnt make ur wake,or see your family,cuz when u died i was in denile for a year at least,i still talk to u in prayer,hope u hear it chief,seems like...

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Our Stolen Moment
*
It is early morning,
we are on our way to
Provincetown, Cape Cod.
*
The radio is playing 
one of our favorite songs.
I smile at you
in your white halter top,
blue jeans and
bare feet with polished red nails
on...

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Snapshot memories of are past
 having so much fun with the hope that it would last
 To my best friend Nan,
 a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love

 To the...

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Wedges

He looked at me
huge chestnut wedged
in happy teeth,
bushy tail,
fully fluffed,
soft warning
of a hard winter
approaching.
He did not have time
to talk
no chatter today,
only business,
no time to dance
with the Robins,
confer with the
Cardinals,
hang around the
water cooler.
The Vee’s of summer
honking
as...

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