Long Clovers Poems

Part 1: FORE SIBERIAN FATE

silk wings wet -
angel on the lake.
starlight glitter
separates from

the golden wheat.
her docile hair,
prophecy of ice.

winter pink,
pinched cheeks.
ice skate scrapes -
flecks of flakes.

the snow queen
before her relentless
reign, a pretty thing.

her smile warms
the...

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“Before The Firing Squad”



the firing squad 
came dressed
in faux smiles

the intervention cake 
was spoon fed, like honey,
by mother superior

to the lesser bee,
with self-righteous
magnanimity

she wore the badge
Devil’s Advocate, proudly,
without any clear authority

casting bloodied 
nasturtiums around the...

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finding shapes in clouds
or four-leaf clovers in fields . . .
the child’s eye searches

What does it mean to view life through a child’s eyes? For me it means searching for things of wonder to revel...

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I know ye’ believe in faeries and elves 
Ye' must believe like ye’ believe in ye’ self 
Ye' must believe in magik, for it truly does exist 
Search thru forests and trees and the mysterious...

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"N/A in Open Poetry 8"
“Nothing gold can stay” Title of short poem by Robert Frost

Once upon a time
       I was a stream that trickled along carefree,
   ...

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In the summer of 1949, I lay in the grass in "Grannys"  back yard picking clovers with 8 year 
old Ada Bee, my black and only friend.  Ada Bee had six fingers on...

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like shadows they follow us
they tell their stories 
on pages 
that may or may not 
be seen, or read,
we a'muse them -

"we", of course, are truly inconsequential
in the greater scheme of things;

they are like ghosts
echoing...

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in my nightmare the lights cut
asked a question of wether or not
we dream the realities we are destined and doomed to live
sweeping under the truth of this dirty rug
i ponder to myself
a soul to hold
what...

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Such an interesting color, Rodger -
Green - like our mysterious calico eyes?
Yes?

You?
An idiot savant submits
into me - a blooming
garden of emerald delights? Like our
first encounter - regulated and raw (green).
Drawing our hunter-hued
curtains closed and tittering
in...

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Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?

    Cars and busses, traffic lights
    Bicycles...

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It was St. Patrick’s Day 2011, and all wasn’t 
full of happy-go-lucky four-leaf clovers.  
No, it wasn’t going to be a very cheerful day
after all. 

She had been missing since New Year’s Eve.
That night...

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I wanna tell you a story about a little girl
A beautiful sweet little girl
who enjoys living in her 
own world of recluse 
hopscotching to the beat of 
her own drum
She's a dreamer and boy let...

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You dare to tell me what you think you know
Intellectual egotistical bravado?
You think that you can out think the Plan 
Where nothing was and 
. . . 
BANG! The universe began?
. . .
The cosmic Know you think to...

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Ànd I thought to myself how I do, stand within astonishing disbelief

When I behold once more the manifestation of his maligned and malignant face....

Like somehow viewing an apparition appearing, before the gates of grace

Disguisingly vague;...

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I know I have been on repeat for 15 years
 I lost all my originality when I was sick and stolen from
  My guess is it poured out along with my soul and fears...

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A group of princesses who show their strength in various ways: music, astronomy, fashion, fighting, speech, art, etc.

Whoever said that Princesses can't be strong is oh so very, very wrong.
Because even though we still have...

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*Image of Julius Caesar by QDT.

The Ides of March

Spun spells pummel our Earth ... as a Sun scanned absence swallow,
vacuumed blues taxes light once deemed eternal ... plus righteousness,
escapism from existence ... edges evacuation,

Birth ere...

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Dear Self,

I'm oh so sorry I let you down, so many uncountable times
Sorry I ignored your cries and pretended I didn't hear them, though they were all 
what was ringing in my ears
I'm so sorry...

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I went to the park to play
Early in the morning
Everything was great today
Even the birds were singing 

The sun was out 
The flowers were blooming 
There is no doubt 
That there was much wonder this...

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Love feels like it has gone far away
She used to exist everywhere it seems
Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down

Most now, don’t even remember what she feels like

I remember long...

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Beauty Is Her Name

Date: Mon, Dec 21 2015 at 10:40 PM

Beauty Is Her Name
I Wonder If Her Love Is Hard To Gain
Since Hearts Is The Game
I Got All The Cards To Change
Her Heart Won't Ever...

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"Snapdragons and Dandy Lions - Part 2"


The day was cooling down 
pressing itself close into
the amythest and musk pink early eve
as the eggshell pale blue sky rolled over into 
Astor Purple to get ready for...

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Behind my house there lives a circle,
Of shamrocks grown on dirt so fertile.

For the fairies had blessed the ring around,
Where the four-leafed clovers poke the ground.

When I was young I would sit inside the middle,
Of...

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I sing a song of three.
There’s Larry, Curly, Moe;
the Ego and the Id
and the Super Ego.

Three Kings of the Orient
are known as three wise men.
Showing up at Christmas too
in song are three French hens.

Rock, paper,...

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Tickling their tummy's with tinkling bells that twinkle
sounds rumbling upon the roof of eight tiny reindeer
tangled lights and snow transforming a sparkling night
a flickering fire with sparks floating with loves desires

Casting a spell with dreams...

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