Long Confections Poems

(A call for the lights to dim as a single spotlight illuminates the legend Judy Garland, who is center stage. She wears a faded housecoat as her beautiful, brandy brown eyes hold a lifetime of...

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Gathered in the shade of her quaint little garden, 
 where a trellis was woven with rose climbing vines,
   something enchanting, had been deftly designed, 
     on an ordinary...

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When I think about
what my body would most enjoy,
wants to feel
right and left employed
then right/left regained again
to mind walk 
restorying therapies ahead

While wandering images back
to when I knew,
or at least actively hoped,
no one I know
has...

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Holiday confections of delicious joys mouthwatering flavorings,
Savor the tasty classic Christmas cookies, snicker your drooling
Taste buds of satisfactions indulgence by sugary tarts of rounded
Pleasure, iced with frosting's dappling s of sprinklings coloring!
Gingersnaps men drown in...

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I awaken to the woodland scent 
of a favored fragrant herb.

Its aroma transcends nocturnal bliss
and then softly seeks so gently to kiss
the distant lingerings in my mind.

Of a cherished place where I had laid
embraced warm...

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Flickering in the night, a melting’s texture of regrets afterglow,
Candlelight’s waxed drippings staining the white laced table cloth,
Yet in the black and white photo album of the timeless, it is a
Pressed flower of remembrance, never...

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Amongst my valley of sacred dreams, a single
Reddened rose grows, tender leaves of emotion’s
Blowing within my garden of inner hearts chamber.
Textures delicate layers, blossoming in the shadow
Of loves burning passion, nurtured in desire’s private
Council, my...

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A Message in Blood on the Cemetery Gates
By Demons Be Driven, Hellbound because they’re near
The Cowboys From Hell, their Domination awaits
I’ll Cast A Shadow, ‘cause It Makes Them Disappear

By Demons Be Driven, Hellbound because they’re...

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I am alone but never lonely in the night. 
Dusk beckons from the garden. Oh, night, sweet night of mine!
My bruises fade into the ebony sky, camouflaged in twilight...
Hideous scars are obtrusive in daylight.
I shun...

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Christmas by Invitation

My dearest Emmanuel – God with us -
Answering your Christmas celebration invitation
Reserving stable Space Via this Prayer
Watching with a child’s delight
Your birth announcement rising up above the snow 
Of star dusted mountaintops
As you...

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Come with us Halloweening.
We’ll frolic in the streets.
We’ll race from house to house to house
Spouting  “Trick-or-Treats.”

And eagerly we’ll each collect 
Confections in a bag.
Fellow ghouls, we’ll abandon you
If you even start to lag!

No slackers...

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Evening cicadas
Cacophony climax;
Night time music

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By this playground
Noisy frolic parades;
Little feet gather

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Haiku moment:
Brief promontory,
Dragonfly buzz

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Raining non-stop
Wet moments splash;
Umbrella parade

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Aqueous verses
Heavy pieces drowning;
Pouring rain recites

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Walkway cobblestones
Busy footfalls conspire;
Old man ponders

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Odd faces
Cellphone conversations;
Bus-stop queue

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Gone away
Cannes vacation;
Stopover at Nice

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Fruit...

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Donut People

Not all donut people are large or police or thieves
Nor are they thin, eating only greens and leaves and vitamins
Or exercising on the side of reasons muscularity
All this takes time to digest of course

Another...

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Page 14

It took time to remove 
The stones that formed the arch
That’s the place above the gates
Under which their armies marched

But we remained very quite
Observing through the cracks 
Drinking bottled wine
And nibbling on some snacks

They...

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SUNG TO THE TUNE OF “MY FAVORITE THINGS” 
As Found in the “Sound of music”
Lyrics by JTC



I like confections, that feed all my craving
Macaroons covered with coconut shavings
Sugar plum cookies so big, you should share
Theses...

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Like many poets before, I have tried all which-way
not to measure love – not to price love~
Like a post office puts sentiment to a ruler

meters jewelry purchased, already with the
weight of grief -- a romantically...

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over the bridge
  to 'western street
&parminters for savoury
    sausage meat

along by
            the slaughterhouse
in silver lane
pop into jones&cocks
  out of...

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Now they say that girls are made of sugar
And spice, but good girls finish last my friend.
For there is one truth for all women kind,
Come hell or high water we will fight
For our right to...

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Your words, harsh and cold
Muttered in a gust of irritation 
Perhaps brought on by the bug in your stomach
A plausible reason, of course
Ain't it always the way,
The perfectionist you placed on the pedestal yourself
Now she's...

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based on Elihu Burritt’s “Christmas in Germany” (c. 1850)

You find a hand-built chapel among small homes
constructed by children. But what children – 
vicious young ne’er-do-wells from a Dickens novel, 
pickpockets and worse; if not murderers,...

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Ennui

 
...inspired by 'A Cooking Egg' by T.S. Eliot

 

Ronaldo sprawled in luxury

across from where the spaniel lay,

pretending to read Mallarme

and yawning, stuck in Chapter One.

 

The Grandfather ticked ponderously,

there was no other sound in...

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Ronaldo sprawled in luxury 
across from where the spaniel lay, 
pretending to read Mallarme 
and yawning, stuck in Chapter One. 
The Grandfather ticked heavily, 
there was no other sound in sight 
except dear Josephine who...

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Penning delicacies
Like chocolate eclairs
Lemon chiffon
Colorful words, affairs
Of the tastebuds
Delectable shares
Light and appealing
Nothing compares
To heavenly puddings
Sweets like prayers
Promising goodness

In poetry and prose
Scrumptious words rise
Detailing mouthwatering
Thoughts, lovely pies
Capturing the silent joy
Twinkling in the eyes
Of those mouthwatering
Desserts who...

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CHOOSING A BOOK

Every book in the profusion on our shelves
Tells a story that invites us to engage
Draws us with wonderment to turn the page 
But yet more, recounts some truths about ourselves

Seeking new diversion for...

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In the style of T.S. Eliot.


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Ronaldo sprawled in luxury 
across from where the spaniel lay, 
pretending to read Mallarme 
and yawning, stuck in Chapter One....

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