Long Cobblers Poems

Just whisper in my ear and tell me what you hear
Whisper in my ear when you have something to share
Don’t talk too loud when the parrots are around
Just whisper in my ears so that the...

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Do the Dead see with their own eyes

    for Thadchayani, my poetry-loving doctor sister :  28/08/1929 – 26/10/2014 
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One of the joys of summer are lightning bugs.Do you remember, as a child, chasing them on a balmy evening? They are so elusive. When you see one in front of you and go to...

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Jam roly poly, treacle sponge
And sticky toffee pudding head the top of my list
But apple pie, rhubarb crumble
Or a decent cheesecake are hard to resist

Banana splits, eclairs or brownies
Dumplings, nougat, cheese board or mousse
Crème brûlée....

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Alexander Kielland 

a Norwegian writer regarded as a fine author, if not the top drawer, but somewhere in the middle, one does not need to stretch up or bend low to read his work.
I read...

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Most of us play, our lives like a game
Both ends of our candle, consumed by the flame
Choosing a curtain, buying a vowel
Planning tomorrow, forsaking the now
In days gone by, not so long ago
We were dreaming...

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Jalopy Memories

The old jalopy still proudly rumbles down a street now paved with asphalt
Flying tattered banners and trailing mists of smoke and steam in circles
Riding on thin tires held together by shiny spokes glinting in...

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I am a terrible virus, fast and wise
400 micron plus is roughly my size
I am a zoonotic, Corona is my name
Infecting unwary humans is my game

I remain on ground and not in the air
To catch...

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Summertime meals are delicious
sandwiches with sliced tomatoes
green beans cooked with new potatoes

Homegrown, healthy and nutritious
garden vegetables and fruits
a mixture of tubers and roots

Meals are often expeditious
hotdogs and burgers on the grill
homemade ice cream an added...

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A memory from Hoosier boyhood days that yet lingers,
Is blackberry pickin' time and the stain it left upon my fingers!
Stained fingers on both hands would a country boy betray,
That he had been on another blackberry...

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‘Great Scott, shucks and darn, I’ve gone and lost a shoe’
cursed the elephant followed by ‘this simply will not do!’
‘The blasted thing is far too loose, I should have had it mended!
So, whoever has found...

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Sorrow be still within your heart;
Let not your grief devour.
I would not have you hurt at all
for a day or even an hour.

If I had a wish, but just one wish
I would think of you...

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Please enter,
What is with your 'box of toys' (noise)?
Accusations and slander,
'Get on with it, lad.' In the streets of London,
Spreading your propaganda, 'Days a-dawning' (morning).
One's been saying one has nothing to offer,
'Dustbin lids,' 'early hours.'...

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The necktie wearers, and flag pin bearers
Combing arcane smiles 
With not one word out of place 
Colluded to recreate
Pearl harbor's reincarnate
History's wounds slashed by new swords
A mirror of quondam contempt 
Semblance of peace sat behind...

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I adore blackberries I must admit
         fresh, ripe, big, juicy, heavy summer berries
   delicious to eat growing wild
      ...

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Black, Shiny Shoes.  
The EU dictatorship has crushed Hellas Germany and the banks won- 
The French to their helped the Greeks writing a new tax system and 
for once the tycoons have to pay...

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cobblestones filled in with rain
crowded by thirsty mourning doves
just down the road a bit
connects the noted Canterbury lane

flower pots hanging by the windows
of a small Tinkerville hamlet
elder cobblers are heard tapping
their soft leather shoes

Maidens selling...

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Succulent strawberries slide off the vine in front of appreciative robins
The smell of fresh cantaloupe wafts in the warm July Kansas air
White tailed deer have wandered up to eat my juicy yellow apples
Yard alive with...

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Parallel Lives  

Is there such thing as living two separate lives?
I lived in a vale called the “Valley of the cobblers” were everyone
wore wooden clogs, a dead giveaway if you have been out late,
I...

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SOLILOQUE
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Alone in the way; without seeing even a single way amongst thousand ways. But he could see a lamp where cobblers and emperors stand together, lamentably begging.
Some of them were not reluctant even to steal...

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To Know Without Knowing 

Red moss, crimson as blood of a slaughtered calf,
I knew I had seen it before but could not recall
where or when. Like seeing a landscape painting 
knowing I had been there...

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Pretty scented leaves startle the gray sky.
In the distance a bird makes a weird cry.
The thought of summer is put gently down.
Most of the flowers are not still around.

The ones remaining have turned ugly brown.
Oak...

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To know and not know.

Red moss, crimson blood of a slaughtered calf
I knew seen it before but could not recall
where and when.
Like seeing a landscape painting in a valley
of cobblers where children ran barefoot on
summer...

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Recalling how chiggers can itch
I'll still cross the muddiest ditch
the biggest blackberries to find.
Deet sends most critters to their niche.

Wrestling briers, a path I'll stake
while dreaming of cobblers to bake...
Whoa! my full pail I left...

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When I was a kid I learned to eat
By ending a meal with something sweet;
Pudding, ice cream, sweet canned fruit – 
The need for sweet was absolute.

That craving had been set in stone
When I’m with...

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