Long Card game Poems

Verse 6: I've given up love countless times 
I needed to pay up for my heartbroken crimes
I already repented for my sins that made my high hopes paper-thin
Don't you feel that envy from deep within?...

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WINTER, 1948 [40 Saxton Street]

for W.W

The winter nights that pass now
are so unlike the winter nights
that passed before, that I often
struggle back in those suspended moments
when sleep grapples for a hold,
to once again hear the...

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White old men are kind
White old men are divine
White old men are my brothers
White old men are inviting me to supper
White old men are my dream
White old men are very clean
White old men want to...

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I recall a card game
probably extending back past the 1950s
called Old Maid.

There was also Authors
and a few other choices
less popular with me.
But Old Maid sticks in mind
as blatantly sexist
and ageist
and, for a country kid
in redneck...

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Grandma 85

She sits across the table 
from the best hand she has ever been dealt 
Her four Aces,  
The greatest joy of her life
Her most favoured and loved children

She has not always been dealt...

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The never ending witching hour or which-thing our.. choices will delude in decisions way... 

Either way, with all of the hocus poke-us and...
Smoke from broken mirrors... 
it's hard to out-cast the true reflection of these,...

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(written a while back)
 
What a blast…
Nothing lasts…
So, listen up…
I’m drinking sarcasm’s cup

Can’t stand the envy
Can’t stand the anger
Can’t stand the rage
Can’t stand it

Can’t stand the stubbornness 
Can’t stand the hatred
Can’t stand the dread
Can’t stand...

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When I was a young boy of about eight years old, we lived in a neighborhood, high up on a hill, on the outskirts of Charleston, WV.  Our house was built on a slope...

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"BLACK CAT"



SILENCE
prowls on soft paws 
with sharp claws
Cutting up the 
Middle Road
Dark shadow moves 
SILIENCE
In absentia 
Empty Absynthe
Puncture wounds
Cold wind blows
Over tracks
Skids softly
like warm 
gants de Suède
on 
Poets’ Row
Rat goes 
Rat goes
Red scream 
scarlet ribbons...

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While cleaning house I over heard the Trolls talking down below.
There was to be a battle in the grove, between a bear and a Troll.
They said this would be the end, to beat all ends,...

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Sacred flags of the witch hunt
lay tossed in arrogant flames
and then devoured on the ashes
the pitiful bones of their remains
so in gleeful disunity they rose to their bestial cause
delivered all their children to Babylonian whores

Ah...

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(continued from PT 1)

There's not much we can do right here in Charlotte but to pray.
     But we know of one that's working on experimental chemo today. 
To help our precious...

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Remember when...
Getting high meant swinging on the playground, 
never connected to smoke from an exhale sound 

The worst thing you could get from the opposite sex were cooties, 
now we risk STD’s when pursuing sexual...

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Matched Each Other

While often writing and here waiting
Wondering what my mind should be relating
To some subject which will be the best
People will love forever and never detest.

Why won't poets, a comment try to make
Afraid it...

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After the card game that took place in the Bearagroves one day,
One of the Bully Frogs decided to come to our Troll pond, to play.
He was such a cute thing, though rather large for a...

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Undiscovered poets hear me, to PH draw near, 
This just might be a good chance for your views to ring clear.

An email address you need to get up and running, 
Huge monkeys it‘s said could...

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Toys of Yesteryear

Some of you have seen these.
Simple, beautiful toys.
Played on the living room carpet.
Sometimes on our knees.

Some right on an oil clothed
kitchen table.
No hang ups about the sexuality
of girls and boys.
In those days, we...

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Do you ever find yourself starving
eating the words you just said.
Or that thing you did,
that makes you hang your head in shame.
This is my reality!
I never wanted my life to turn out this way.
Had things...

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Pictures they capture our moments in life,
like the moment you marry your husband or wife.
They help relive those memories like a story,
to capture our hearts or revisit OLD history.
A picture could be that of a...

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I dreamt of sending a spiritual invite
but only could arrange to hold it at night.
The famous gentleman card players who came
all met to reveal more of this powerful game.

Since I was the only one not...

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Sorry...No Time To Play UNO With Dada!

Forgotten memory jarred
beholding two decks UNO
materializing from...thin air,
(Spongebob Squarepants nonetheless),
I vividly recall both offspring

as bubbly little girls
their most favorite card game
both daughters grown
into independent womanhood
(playtime verboten shunted aside,

they now...

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She sits at the lunch table with her good buddy
a Greek fellow with no english
she-a canadian with no Greek tongue-
they commune like there is no tomorrow
siding with each other
against
the staff who would wash them
clothe them
feed...

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This just in from our local news team:


     A nun was detained by two students after class and forced
to drink a dry martini.

    The students, John Peterson and...

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We had ourselves a time last night
the card game bordered on theft,
but there was no trouble at all thank God
the losers paid up and left.

The younger men with wives and kids
went home to their early...

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And if by love they should be saved
lift them by angels
in innocence to a horizons trumpet

They who have fallen unnumbered
to the hate of bullets
and the factions of brush aside politics

And then by flag those nations...

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