Long Chipper Poems

Red light, the neon beer sign on the distant wall reflects off the long expanse of polished bar top, overpowering the quiet brown wood. It’s after lunch, only a few people in to stir the...

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SHE was my wife, once ...

long ago, so very long ago ...
we met on the showboat, up-river,
almost fifty years back now ...
I was a young officer for the Confederacy,
working for the Yanks after The Turn,

supplying...

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On becoming a night owl...,
no matter whether or not ya give a hoot

especially after feeling super charged
watching the second night of 
Democratic National Convention conclave
ushering a hint of "Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité.

Men and women are born...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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Aol two step verification a boon to my psyche

plus I batten down the itty bitty hatches
courtesy Avast Random Password Generator,
and keep track of alphanumeric
near impossible to crack passwords
incorporating a special symbol
such as exclamation point
painstakingly recording...

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Addictions, restrictions, afflictions, decisions,
A needle, a bottle, step down hard on that throttle!
Disaster, no more laughter, destruction for years after.
Placate, eradicate, fornicate, masturbate,
Addiction.  Restriction.  Addiction.

No more art, no more heart, another false start.
No...

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Time To Cook the Rolls 

“Honey, turn on the oven to 350; the movie is starting!”

Soupy Sales is kicking back with June Taylor at Studio 50.
He is flirting with her leggy dancers as they feed...

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A deep blue darkness blankets the evening 
Drawing me toward sleep, away from today
Peace is there where I am able to stop.

This is Home.
The word itself, seems to construe a sound
The very which evokes strong...

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You criticized me to the end of my 
existence. I completely lost myself, simply 
sitting made me anxious.
I was always waiting for you to call my 
name and point out another mistake. Self 
worth. What...

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THIS LADY AND ME

This lady and me,
In this place
We would still be strangers,
If it had not happened
For when this lady had sat down;
Next to me today,
And being somewhat a chipper chappie be,
With depression laid on...

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It is normal for people to say, “Sorry for your loss.”
Was it a loss? Or was it a gain?
Should we now say, “Grateful for your gain?”

If, because of this person’s life, you gained joy, love,...

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In time are-all things-
revealed I say yes time,
is the provision of their open
blessing.
Know this ... ? 
Delight-yourself-in
the-light-of this hope. 
May it be the desire 
that always you carry ... 
blessing you bestow-
another ... as you travel
down with me the 
many roads...

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The-
start of a 
new freedom-
is the simple vision 
of Hope for all, of God. The 
one prudence born, of the fruitful meditation 
of His soul, softly, and simply, spoken. The tender 
desire, found through the weary eyes ... the one 
sweet...

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The generous character-carried-by them good-old-girls-and boys down-home country-copper-
roof-all filled-up-silos-wheat-turbines waiting ready outside the barn deer-skins pegged down 
low the greater-story askant-of curiosity carrying the pureness of a child as to why... . 
Smoked-up hickory-honey-bubbling bacon...

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You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop      Appendage from his Mum)

stopping every now - and...

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Lobo Little Man, and his boy Teka Maroo
Put them together, and no telling what they might do.
Sweet as pie they are, sporting too many shades of innocence on their face.
Showing off their perfect manors, with...

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I been havin' a real bad day.
Nothin's gone right and my skies are grey.

I usually am quite chipper and kind.
Not a more generous soul will you find.

But today if it could it just happened to...

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she listened to his whisper


he was so chipper
she listened to his whisper
their desires finally met
she only wanted to dip her feet wet
it was just so right
for that first night
just only her feet
getting royaly treated
he wasn't...

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What do you see when you see trees?
My eyes travel each trunk and branch.
With feathered leaves in blowing breeze
till the chipper comes with a cranch! 

	Your details shine with luminescence -
	I eschew detail for the...

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What do you see when you see trees?
My eyes travel each trunk and branch.
With feathered leaves in blowing breeze
till the chipper comes with a cranch! 

	Your details shine with luminescence -
	I eschew detail for the...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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I imagine relief while feeling comfortably numb...
anesthetized courtesy central air 

analogous to gulping down
a tall glass of ice cold water, 
which equals ultimate thirst quencher,
especially for those 
experiencing onset dehydration,
the following poetic opinion/editorial  
shared...

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Like A Fire Cat - Teaser Taste Of Spring...
Did Fistbump With Ole Man Winter

Once again, this fella alights
this poetaster and trots out weather,
nope not cuz freezing cold bites,
this poetic instance highlights
spate of unseasonably warm temperatures

circa...

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You grow lethargic,
        time to get 
  the blood flowing
                 ...

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Standing in this structure, that has long since, been demolished
Breathing lemon bleach, where the floor was freshly polished.
Taking photos in my mind, of this single, borrowed moment
 already the past, but I had one chance...

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