Long Clacks Poems

Turtle by the Door

The bears and wolves are few;
one threadbare widow mourning,
two grays as consumptive as smoke.
The large dwindle,
their bodies grow more awkward,
more at odds.
The heavier beast's sway
like drunks in the scant woods.
Under a pelting...

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Turtle by the Door

The bears and wolves are few,
one threadbare widow mourning,
two grays as consumptive as smoke.
The large dwindle,
their bodies grow more awkward,
more at odds.
The heavier beast's sway
like drunks in the scant woods.
Under a pelting...

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In the cages at the zoo they crowded around each other
A million milling from father to brother
All speaking in a babel a million languages
From clicks and keyboard clacks  to switches and bandages
A group is...

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My world spins round
too fast most times
from Greek deep roots
on Black Sea ports
crossing Jordan's River
on Catherine's Great
trains meet sailboats
greeting sea planes
flying off to sports unknown
throughout Lake Odessa Highway.

Where Ottomans
blend Spanish matadors,
heroes for Earth's day
and night...

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Heavenly bodies, heavenly beings; 
living entities unfettered by gravity.
Spinning marbles in a universal box.

God’s favorite game, 
knuckle busters are smacking planets, 
right and left and the debris reforms…
new…marbles…pee-wee dust.

Cat-eyes glow as they sail apart; agate...

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HER WONDERFUL MOTHER NATURE


Once upon her entering and exiting  
Her comings and goings
Groceries, gym or mall
Mother Nature made the mirrors love her
All-knowing reflection,  
No adjustments needed... 
Please...not one correction
Causing confusion, she's unflawed
Everywhere, in...

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On the streets of Kamora,
	a man sits at the Fountain of Angels,
	eying the days offerings
	which lie at the bottom
	of the tepid water.
The man remembers when he was 
	one of the click clacking masses,
	on their way...

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Clickety clack, it's alright to say,
 time doesn't stand still,
as the train clickety clacks away.  

Time never stands still,
 no, no, it can't and never will
rolling on these beaten tracks; 
 the train keeps...

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** SCENES FROM HOME **

The curtain wafts on an open-window’s breezing air, like liquid 
Blue in the room, bringing beauty with magic’s tracing

The woman with her still raining, trickling water-streams
Over her calf as she lifts...

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Normal people come in packs of six
Some are born in cardboard boxes 
In suburbs, in summer, in campers
In the middle of the middle night
In middle class somewhere on a train
Between clicks and clacks on railroad...

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Normal people come in packs of six
Some are born in cardboard boxes 
In suburbs, in summer, in campers
In the middle of the middle class
In clicks and clacks on railroad tracks

Rich people shower frequently in power
In...

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What is that central pole
does it hold up a voice like a brazen spine?
          And the many rooms
all of them built to be seen
  ...

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the chimney stacks
of the old power station
claws at the belly of the clouds
and with its sulfurous billowing
it bellows its stench
tinting the clouds, yellowing nicotine stains
as its cadaverous fingers clench
and releases, as it pleases
the painted nails...

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The tall girl with skinned knees    hair of straw
Shirley ‘the hag’

Her voice cracks when she talks
Skinny    torn knees knock when she walks

She will flavor all Shirleys to come
Her face...

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In her eyes rises the flames of love,
The passion of care and cherish;

She sings with such a beautiful voice
That the clicks and clacks of her rhythms makes me dance to her tune;

The words she airs...

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Woman! darkly gleam is your work I esteem…love it!
From mountainous mountain top to valley‘s belly
I hear you pluck…on eagle‘s wings…onward pluck
How nice, your device visits and forces in their smelly
Glamorous cells, a glad evening‘s grief...

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A former place this, a patch where roots rattle,
where stubble has a ferrous frizzle.
A long truncated railroad stop
humming still within a surrogate reality.
As dry voices on the wind, they return
- the homesteaders and journeymen,
the harnessed...

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Dancing with the angels
Whirling around in space
Taking so much comfort from 
Each serene unfeatured face,
Spinning like a Dervish,
Grasping the chance 
To evolve and develop this
Ever more complex dance.

Higher and higher
Floating away from it all
Until the...

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This eulogy is just ragged cliff notes 
to sum up his eighty two years
but only the happy tones are used..
not a word about
the drinking rages
the black and blue children
that affair with the babysitter
the push down...

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Silently she sheds her tears,
whispered voices no one hears,
watching days turn into years,
petrified by all her fears.

Waging war with words of wrath,
startled by her lurid laugh,
tripping blindly down the path,
clicking beads compute the math.

In darkness...

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