Long Clipboard Poems

The Grim Reaper, stirs from another well earned day of heavenly sleep
From within the bowels of this cavernous earth, from his cave so deep

His cloak and scythe, been cast to one side in an unceremonious...

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When you have finished your work, I have something important to tell you all 

Come in closer, closer, I remember walking down 54 street on a cold December in Manhattan 

I had just finish with...

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The bespectacled old man
Adjusted his spectacles and his hearing aids,
Positioned his walking stick
Then,
Inched forward as the caravan stuttered
And,
Birthed at Aqua Caliente Station

Unable to make out
The train number and destination,
He turned to me
And asked in a...

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In years to come as we talk to our grandchildren, I hope that we all can say,
I remember when SARS arrived, the worry, the concern that troubled day.

A fellow Infection Control Practitioner confided that “I...

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Young Raymond worked the bakery
was up 'bout ten to three.
Just eighteen, still in high school he
had dreams of flying free.

He worked as hard as most grown men
then walked to school and slept.
Took all his wages...

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37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love...

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Who are the masters of illusion?
Deep Staters, lobbyists, think tanks
In collusion.
Brought to you by big business ads
and the news, and the Father of lies.
The ones really making popular culture decisions, trend bending, puppeteering, racketeering, engineering...

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A man woke up one day
Lost in inner space
Went so far down
The proverbial rabbit hole

That he did not know
Where he was
Nor what time it was
Nor when it was

As he stared out
At a bewildering world
A world...

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Let not your heart be troubled by the recruiter's garrulous spiel!
After all, he's paid to embellish army life to offer you a fabulous deal!
When he called you 'private' you assumed there'd be privacy in store.
Never...

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A counsel house 
	
        12.45pm
	Head Office?
	It's in Dover,
	Well that's depressing in itself!
	Smiley faces and OMG's to the fore.
	A clinical appearance in reception,
	Is that depressing in its own way?
	Clinical...

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"Where does it hurt?"
She asks, clipboard like a shield,
pen cocked like a firing pin.
"Here," I say,
pointing to the silence just beneath my ribcage.
Not the lungs. Not the liver.
The place where sorrow goes to calcify.

They send...

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A Poet tell the best stories,
It’s a daily struggle for me, when I am on
 Schedule, to show up there….at 3035
I usually take one foot slowly off the bed
I have to transform my body into...

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Executive bin men out on the estate, all bad recyclers awaiting their fate
Colour coded bins for recycling your waste, only pre sorted rubbish “here” can be placed
Newspaper in this bin, glass bottles in that, don't...

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MY SOMEDAY PC

Someday when I’ll lose all my fading imagination
I’ll ask my PC to bring from the clipboard a poem for me.
It’ll inscribe a sonnet on the splendor of the rising sun
in programmed words formatting...

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He is young, excited, thrilled, with his clipboard and new almost-position.
His own idea, he wants to be in charge of the focus room, a place for out-of-control children
during the school day.
He is full of glossy...

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I remember yesterday, 
You became human through breakfast and poem
As if desired to be a transfused memory
Next to where I discarded you,  

Unnoticed, a incomplete short story, 
Some lack of narrative.

I remember the nurse,...

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I’m a woman, never claimed to be flawless
Stretch marks, I’m not skinny, I’m not absolute
At one time I have lived my life lawless
Never have I been perfect this I won’t refute 

I’m only human and...

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He wrote kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill all over his paper.
He is nine, opinionated, and loves negative attention.
He likes positive attention too,
but getting negative attention works faster.
Angry teacher brings him to my office...

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Buddy Grimes

Sticking up for myself
had always been a sticky thing.

High school drafting class
Mr. Knobloch, white shirt, black tie
Marine haircut, lantern jaw,
smell of Hi-Karate,
back when teachers ruled.

Like a general inspecting his troops. 
Walking to each table,...

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On a chilly December day in Manhattan, I had just finished a job interview. Despite my frustration from two years of job searching, I thanked the almighty for another day. As I walked down 54th...

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Post me on your clipboard,
So that  I may never leave your sight.
I needed you yesterday,
I need you tonight....

Here I go baby, two doors down my street. Come bring me your hope. Come bring me...

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The shop floor view of the newly promoted

Oh to be the factory foreman and to wear a posh white coat
Just the thought of all that power brings a lump right to your throat
No more dirty...

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Here looking inwards while sitting in wards.
Never bored watching bulletins and staring out the window at the billboards with eyes that's been pulled before and my thoughts still talk forth.
Still taunted and real torn. My...

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keep on sharpening those crayolas to a fine 
“veo un poco silueta de un hombre”
fine tip in with all the good intention to keep 
“scaramouche, scaramouche, harás el fandango?”
them oh so sharp & presentable
“truenos y...

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Drapes are closed but the sun gets through
Summer morning, birds a-tweeting
Sweat on sheets, personal dew
Two more snoozes then up for meeting

A chunk of mahogany
Surrounded by suits
Well-shaved chins
Playing silk flutes

Golden cuff links
Slide over shine
Reaching for Perriere:
Businessman's...

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