Long Colander Poems

(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the bottle of cinnamon whiskey
tantalizingly low, and my feet swelling above...

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As I was walking swiftly
Just to reach Bajoga early
To see what a hot birthday
Will be chucked in the day
Of 27th of the october,
I collided with a creature
Seemingly so calm in nature
And so educated by sanity
With...

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Charano Dhorite Diyogo --- A Tribute to Tagore Geetanjali
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A foothill moment got lit up underneath my colander, himalayan she
I beseech thee, have mercy upon me
Throughout  life and mortality, through all  strife, in glum...

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speak it as it was to be
something for a world of
people to love and admire.
delicious and special.
she wanted something that was flavored naturally.
we determined that a sweet fruity flavor would
be best. because she was cooking...

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Like block shaped wheels our lives stumble at the chapters we write
Corners seem dark and teeming with doubt,
alleyways call in echoes of our name,
as if tempting us to crawl when we cannot walk

“Fear begins the...

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How dim memories can slip away.
The decades of life highlighted in our thoughts
Sifting through the large colander
Of daily happenstance.
Leaving very few past images that can bring us gentle peace.

Only special celebrations can we access.
Moments of...

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Reality and fact, a stark, cold, whiteness.
Dripping slowly through the filter of my mind, staining it with a rainbow of color. My mind is full of blues and greens, a hint of yellow around the...

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Brain strain – A kitchen adventure 

Broken ladles scattered about the new granite countertops
Veins of years gone by, prehistoric earth tremblings, spotted composites
in a vast array of colors, wickedly smooth and hard as rock (go...

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Carnage creators. Crackerbreads chats. And a wide angled grinning photographer who is having appalling dreams of incorrect information is now ironed flat. Just like a pizza base. But no bassist can ever locate a pretty...

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In the pew in front of me,  two gray heads, 
backs bent forward. The woman straightens her jacket 
over the bulge between shoulder blades, a ruby 
rosary resting on the seat beside her. At...

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like steaming water seeps through the openings in the bottom of a colander
the wisdom of ages past is filtered by my conscious mind
leaving all but a few bits and pieces caught in the process

I am...

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The trumpet sounded hearty and hale
What was that? Asked Daddy; he is all male.
I ignored this and leaned over a rail
A piece of shale! A piece of shale!

Our doggie Luther was wagging his tail
For down...

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IF THE TRUTH BE GROWN

I spend more time making amends than I do progress
I have no friends nor family I wish to impress
A  lot of things have my signature as the owner, artist and...

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I accidently let one loose today
I've cooked earth's goose its fair to say
I won't pretend it wasn't me
Soon it'll be clear for all to see.

Who even knew that was a containment field
and an innocent stumble...

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Coarse, featureless shards stagnating
Fodder for a discerning hand's mending
Putty strands their potential value bleating
For a potter's touch; new life entreating

Gentle hands rough surface massaging
Rubbery texture patting and preening
Carefully each lump, fold kneading
Instinctively more clay into...

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warrant humaneness
It's all surgeon bludgeon
equanimity stratagem
unfazed by quibbles 
           coarse aqueous colander

a memory pillow
bled to venture
perplexed spuriousness
throb growingly cognizant
      ...

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Gone in the sty with a carriage frown, gone to the sty with a cabbage crown. Don't climb down the elevator go up the escalator. And mind your head on the wiry mixture above for...

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No! not about pits
they’re removed
the fruit sliced.
ugly in effigy —

the air turns
their innards
burnt orange.

their rainier skin
scarred and pale —
tasty or not.

i’d rather them red
and plump, but
skinny enough
to fit into
the pitter

and for the pits
to shoot straight
out
not...

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Friends and family, don't have a clue
Unless they are let in on purpose.
Nothing is more important than secrecy
Colander like souls
That need filling on a daily basis
It isn't an easy thing to juggle
Only showing what needs...

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I saw
The candle burning
Casting shadows
Over solemn faces

Tick tock
Goes the clock

People are born to die

I'm just afraid
Because I'm no longer afraid

Dreams of gold
Embossed statues
And everlasting joy
Crumbled to nothing

Look at how tired these faces are
With one dead...

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Gray kitten dashing past so fast
stay,  sit here please awhile
Hey! You’re making a colander of my chest
lay down in my lap and style!

That paper crane is not the enemy
cat get a grip and nap
bat...

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