Long Castings Poems

There he sits that monstrous hypocrite. There he dwells as I wash these dishes, his dishes. There he slouches, watching his games, his news, his crap. I try and think to dream past my own...

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My Darn Musisk

She wanted her family to
have food throughout the month.
She said often we run out: but feel there is something I can do to help remedy the problem She Knew that substituting meat could...

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Wrought liquid metal, hued in the fire's of hell,
Pored into a castings shell, then hammered well,
By the angry fists of Satan himself, behold the skeleton key.
Accursed by evil's malevolent spell, one size fits all,
No locked...

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You say it's almost over that's alright;
     you say you've wounded your shoulder;
     Trying to hold the night;
     You're just a little bit...

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Of pale melancholy
And the infinite fall 
Of broken machinery 
Cast upon vast shores 
Decimation reservation

The prodigal son returns 
Jagged reigns of jaded egos 
Amber suns stretching upon seas of sanctuary 
Blue oysters cast a cult...

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In slumbering slope they lay, 
their gaiety snores in rhythmic peaks of cadences,
The lily livered japes 
Kings from central castings,
Heroes of one hour, 
jostling  for President with mere words     ...

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I think of you, mother.
I think of you, grandmother.
Only three castings forward of our mitochondria over 100 years.

I think past you, grandmother, 
          to your mother,...

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Fortress


Stone by weathered cobble I build,
calloused hands ache in sweet surrender
Mortar’d affection of a coalesced consistency,
mixed and blended, bound by love’s tether 

Stacking to heights of protective design
Patterned on roaming hillsides, serpentine wanderings,
Lush green fields...

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They say the sun has a way with searing our sights, 
maybe it just might,
But stars could swoop through the obscurity,
blazing in a sea of absence, 
Broadcasting its beams and banners like a school of...

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I took off work early and drove on home that day
The wife and kids were out and about I guess
I laid back on the sofa and found some music to play
I wanted a beer to...

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casting away all pieces and parts 
of an existence full of casual talk 
of board rooms full of rage
lost bodies in burning classrooms

full of philosophy and apathy 
on foolish babble on time 
lost and found...

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Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones,
tinkling icicles which ping, as they melt, this sun warmed day.
Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed, 
in the mirror-like majesty of a...

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Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones,
tinkling icicles which ping, as they melt, this sun warmed day.
Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed, 
in the mirror-like majesty of a...

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Bicycle bicycle where are you going 
Bicycle bicycle what are you knowing 
Bicycle bicycle where are you flowing
Thoughts are of you drifting though lands of the dead, 
The horizon is cluttered with a humanities dread....

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Majestic Eagle

Imagine the sights
of an eagle's keen eyes,
gracefully gliding
through soaring blue skies.
Dominion she known
since the earliest days,
Kings of the air
even natives would praise.

Regal in nature
with confident class,
no movement unseen
should her eyes chance to pass.
A warrior...

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Though I speak with the tongues of men and of Angels, and have not love....
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Resonating magnificent resplendencies of such rhapsodies  

Resonant, amid this glowing renaissance of their resurrection ~

Lost opaque dreams, awakening to find...

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Unreason
- by Bob Atkinson

"... ode to those
who teach creative
writing at the
college level,
yet have not the
talent nor
understanding
required
to produce something
worthwhile ..."

to listen graciously
then turn away
feeling for the
first time
wonder at his
sayings

carries burdens
newly minted
for my life on lumpy
pavement
simply put...

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A tight fist of emotion sprouts flames in my chest
and I fan the flames with a chilled smile
chiseled like the block of ice 
stored in the freezer for the party.

I have stood empty as a...

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His winds vaporized my sins
Casting them away from me once again
 I am leaving myself those my sins 
placing them in the ocean turning to the mist
 When they disappeared blowing soapy water bubbles rise
...

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Tex’s shadow defines him—cut-out 
from the heat haze of Karnak’s quartz, 
a scintillating contrast to Egypt’s questing sun.
He slouches among the other black castings of 
denser composition mottled with grays, 
and Prussian blues, incongruent in...

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Resonating magnificent resplendencies of such rhapsodies

Resonant, amid this glowing renaissance of her resurrection....

Lost opaque dreams, awakening to find these vibrancies of colours

As if van Gogh himself had been summoned through this periscope of visions 

Brilliant...

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Miner's Dream

Somewhere in this truck-bed sand there is meaning
There are answers
Humor
Hope
A hand
Up

Somewhere in this earth's marrow I will find a meadow
Surrounded by old trees
And new trees
My heart's pan will fill to the brim
With joy like...

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In the door 
in the house 
as it sits, dilapidated
the weeds tangles ruined floors
the door is a jar  
In the shadows
of a vacant room
Littered with castings 
form former wars
The room is in deep shadows...

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