Long Clippings Poems

Silent thoughts


Candles burning brightly bring visions to my eyes.
Shadows dancing in the corners give this room a supernatural vibe.
As I sit here under the covers, all fears are held below;
I gaze into the broken mirror,...

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She crossed a wide ocean, during war times, in danger
A life of adventure, of courage, of fear
Yet, nothing reveals the hint of the years
that have chiseled her wrinkles, but not dampened her cheer

She pours me...

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She's pouring from a pot of tea
    as we relax on the quiet porch
Honeysuckle vines encircle the posts,
   and webs of daddy long-legs
      glisten in...

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When a woman I yearned for would not return my emotion,
I consulted a witch for a magic love potion.
She said there was an elixir that would suit my request,
Time-consuming to make, but was by far...

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My daughter and I have started working out
at a local gym.We have done water aerobics
and ever the over achiever I decided to try
Zumba as well.It will be fun ,I convinced myself.
I love dancing and it...

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Heavy is my soul
its hard to breathe
i tore out the bricks of the fire place
and in the room prior
i ripped up dirty magazines
crupling protsest
so the witches and voices and gods 
would forgive me

I've cried for...

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My grandfather and I had a special relationship.

When I was young we lived near his home in Baltimore.  But, my family moved away from 
Baltimore when I was five and we lived most of...

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Moggnome was a wee little soul from Tashee, 
standing on tiptoes, he might reach to your knee.
Pomegranate face, fringed by dandelion fluff,
a thickly thatched head, and like that wasn’t enough,
for it grew on his hands,...

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Step 1: Admitted we were powerless and that our lives had become unmanageable.
But I admitted that long before your lips knew my name.
I shook hands with the darkness and deals had already been made. 

Step...

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I received a gift in the mail today
Twas an old tattered box, mailed from mother

It was my Dad's wallet and pocket knife
The wallet contained clippings and photos

Clippings from local Chicago papers
They reported a man's untimely...

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He ignored the warning signs and moved carefully forward and backward

In the rocking chair of swept memories and went for a wild white knuckle ride 

Swayed but not faltering although he swung like a junky...

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fear seems to be the cause du jour
fear if it all just ended
shapes us like quivering jello molds

fear of the landline
tapping into our heads
fear of the landmine
careless gifts from the feds

electric shivers
primal and oozing
forgetting ripe...

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When I see say saw saunter suck the poetic
pilferings on this site, I rear back and wonder why 
there is no sentient sanctioned sickness
that benefit brash bountifuls 
coporeal clasmic clippings clasping
amiable ambient anticdodal antics
delivering didactic...

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I pleasure dove into my treasure trove
Of keepsakes and mementos
I snoop around here about every ten years
And am always amazed at how quickly the time goes

There are pictures and things, an old mood ring,
Ticket stubs...

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Theme park legacies unnoticed
billion dollar scandals no one talks about
the under rug swept truth of the army taking over your government
telling what president to say what to what city
nothing out of the ordinary
the wars of...

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Ground edges the rim of her lipstick stained coffee mug.
Sharp eclipsed moons shine upon endless day's everlasting nights'.
Butterfly eye bandages uphold bloodshot remembers that these days of our lives; are—Weeding out the faint promise, it...

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I don’t know which part of me
I have come to fear
but the clash bang of the hammer
resounds within my ear

All my enemies they beset me
and in the flicker of TV’s gaze
I can feel the cold...

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Sal Tryal is an unusual witch
And not the kind that eat kids.
She leads a quiet and simple life
Wants no bother or any type strife.

The deep forest is her piece of heaven 
In a place called...

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Sat where it’s sat since chauffeured in gently 
No driver now for the rusty old Bentley
Its tyres and battery equally flat
A rusted up den for an old ally cat

Manicured lawns, bindweed infested
No gardener now as...

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The shaggy prophet scrambles up his pine soapbox
with purpose of penitence direct in words, begging
the Christmas crowd to open their glassy eyeballs
     away from the dance and clamor of control
sweeping the light away from every human...

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Lying here between the folds of an uncaring sheet
A thunderous blustery evening calls me from sleep
Tracing shadows on dark walls through desperate eyes
Counting minutes on a clock’s reflective markings 

Rain drips from altered eaves steadily,...

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Clean Glasses

She took off her glasses,
held them up to the light.
They hadn’t been cleaned
in a while.

She licked both sides 
of the lenses.
She does this 
without thinking.

This was how they cleaned
glasses in the old days.
Before it...

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Down by the river in the juniper grove, 
An old man in a mushroom using his stove 
Cooks mutton and grain and nail clippings from toes
Pigs feet and macabre munchies assorted of those
  ...

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THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY OLD HERO---GABBY HAYES

IT MAK ONE WONDER, IT MAKES ONE THINK
IT CAUSES ONE'S HEART TO SINK
IS HE, WILL HE, DOES HE HEAR,
DOES HE CONSIDER A CHILD'S FEAR?

I DON'T KNOW AND MAY...

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THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY OLD HERO---GABBY HAYES

IT MAK ONE WONDER, IT MAKES ONE THINK
IT CAUSES ONE'S HEART TO SINK
IS HE, WILL HE, DOES HE HEAR,
DOES HE CONSIDER A CHILD'S FEAR?

I DON'T KNOW AND MAY...

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