Long Catskill Poems

Once again, yours truly takes poetic license.

Whenever the missus irks me or complains...
I tell her don't "Hock me in chinik" nor kvetch
before long tête-à-tête escalates in2 Kanipshin
whereby the Army National Guard gets called
World War III...

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This is how it all started. My brother and me were watching Larry
King on CNN. It was his talk show. His special guest was Dr. Ellen
Crystall. She had written a book called Silent Invasion. It...

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My friends this is a True story. In the 1990s Ellen Crystall appeared on the Larry King Talk Show. She had written a book called Silent Invasion about a group of Aliens that were being...

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Get me inside quickly and as fast as you can, 
please turn the time travel dial to September 1963
Get me to a post office in Washington, D.C., 
so I can send an important letter to...

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Get me inside quickly and as fast as you can, 
please turn the time travel dial to September 1963
Get me to a post office in Washington, D.C., 
so I can send an important letter to...

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The sign he reads out loud, “There’s holes ahead.”
The Rip Van Winkle Bridge quite disturbs me.
A story book that’s come to life — with head
To lose. My dad inches along bravely.

The chickens must brood o’er...

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Behind the magnolia curtain, childhood ne’er knew.
Drawn to Sleepy Hollow - over the river, really
mountains; and the thruway, to Grandma’s we go.

Magnificent magnolias, bountiful with perfume,
born when I was steeped in maturity. Now I know
the...

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High up amidst a forest slope,
in bedding grounds where whitetails lope,
by ledges hidden from our eyes,
a quirky outcropping does lie.

Breaking a broadleaf canopy,
the scree-slope of an old quarry,
long ago Dibble cut blue-stone,
must be a century...

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Leave some time for wandering,
wandering is fun,
leave some time for wandering,
the wander’s never done.
It’s okay to plan ahead,
and block out some fun,
but leave some time for wandering,
leave time for the random.

I once went on a...

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Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire
smokestacks, waffles, pansies, people,
and purple sunsets.

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persuasive     “    “      “      “    “  “   “   waters in...

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This highway's mine, goodbye to Jayne,
so long, farewell, Virginia Plain,
strife was yesterday's heavy load,
life is tomorrow's open road,
it's time to hitchhike once again.

Heading where songs, don't sound the same,
and no-one stops to ask your name,
they'll...

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Idyllic

Hudson Valley, New York …Lord of Rings’ shire.
A vineyard, filled with rich and famous names.

I’m pleased to be impressed by the artists,
as they surrender idyllic charm with paint.

Emerald green; delicious apple bites,
wind chimes through the...

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