Long Clarence Poems

Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are many new GEMS, improvements to previous verses and improved...

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"Oh, indeed she was, young man ... I mean Greg. It IS Greg, if I recall correctly?"
     "Yes. Or you can call me True Friend if you like." I turned to...

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I have a little story to tell you ... it's absolutely true, of course, at least as far as I'm concerned, but you can take it as you wish - as a tale, a fact,...

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"You see this here spot on the bench, where it's all worn away?" Clarence asked.
     "Yeah, I've noticed that a few times, and wondered why they didn't paint it again." I...

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All the guys and gals that I had graduated with, from Jimmy Dorsey High School, back in 1935,
Half a century later were dispersing all around us, surprising me with whom among my class was still...

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I have so many places/acts dear to my heart
I’m just dying to share some with you
Not to boast, I but honor them, all played a part,
I'm sure helped to bring me in your view!

Tell me...

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I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence

The following crafted 
approximately midway 
into the administration 
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping finds
him squarely poised to
nab the nomination as
Republican front runner
come the...

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Clarence Goddard, Harvey Bell, Virgil Barnes and I met for coffee every day for close to forty years.
I was a school janitor...Virgil was a farmer...Harvey ran the lumber yard, and... Clarence managed Sears.

We always met...

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Suffolk day Wednesday 21st of June 2017
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

There is going to be a Suffolk Day, I heard the news I did today!
On BBC radio...

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Who is Christopher Carson Burton? 
Who am I? 
Do I know? 
Do anybody know who I am? 
I'm just a regular guy a nobody.
A regular  guy   who grew   from ...

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When Cinderella Chesterfield turned 17 years old, her and I were classmates in a class called ‘classic dance’.
I was just a freshman, while Cindy was a junior, and every Wednesday morning I’d be praying for...

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Tacita leaned in close and lowered her voice a tad. “So tell me, Jack. What’s your real name?"

"You don’t really want to know who I am. You just think you do. Aye, the public loves...

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     It was my seventh birthday party, mother had everything planned,
Decorations were in the dining room, invitations sent out, balloons;
          And on...

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The Progressive Left's Marxist's agenda never slumbers
nor does it ever sleep it keep's on devising their evil
ways by constantly spreading its Communist's bold
face lies!

What good would getting rid of the conservative
Supreme Court's justices such as...

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What do you think of poetry?

What you think of poetry?
I mean, when you write, to you think of me?
Not me as me I mean to say.
But do you think, of yourself, on that day?

Are you...

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Dear Library,

It's me, Angel,
Do you remember me?
Of course, you do,
For how could one forget?
A constant presence,
A companion through my highs and lows.

I write to express my gratitude,
For being my sanctuary in high school,
A refuge from...

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17)   President Joe Biden's Wokism agenda:  The Critical Race Theory, CRT,
        The 1619 Project, Black Lives Matter and The American Communist Party,

18)  The LGBTQ'S...

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Age ain’ t nothing but a number
Who are you to say someone’s a   rapist  ?
Why in the hell ages matter to you ?
Can younger and older be in love ?
Can parents understand...

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Schooled in hard knock sufferance... -
soulful scribe matt er fact - seeks solemn sanctuary

Despite always pledging
allegiance to the flag
academic performance traced, narrated,
graphed... unfavorable zigzag

vertical lined spikes across
x-axis and y-axis displayed
dramatically sharper increased crag
when promoted one...

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But later that night the girl tip-toed out,
And went down to the registry desk.
She picked up the ledger, poured through it all,
There was something that she had to check.

Back upstairs she went, content to wait
Her...

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I once asked auntie, ‘why oh why.
Don’t your relatives come to us?
We could have a nice service.
And spread the ashes in the sea!’

Auntie smiled at me that day.
As she gave that last ash filled package...

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GOD’S CHRISTMAS GREETING

With Christmas time here once again, I wanted something new,
A greeting you have never heard that I could say to you.
So, “Season’s Greetings” will not do, nor, “Happy Holidays,”
And, “Merry Christmas” is so...

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20– 1– 17
It was just one of those days!

As the sun is shining!  What do I go and do? 
As I am out in Clarence, should I really tell you?
No doubt you will laugh...

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What would makes a dead ass belly moves
And scream and grunt in a boy's imagination
The ass was dead vultures presence proves
And flies abuzz add crude to consternation
        ...

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It’s funny how each generation thinks their music is the best
that the songs of their youth are the best songs…
and how each generation knows that they are right…
and every other generations out there must be...

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