Long Cook up Poems

*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak, apple pie with sweet cream. Aces cooks that meal
to perfection...

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Martin, a very senior citizen, wants to get a bucket and knife and go hunt up some greens in a field in Alabama. But in spite of his yearnings for a big bowl of greens,...

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From whence did you come?
With your cherry picking plum?
From whence did you come?
When everything is done?
Which door did you come through?
With your unrealistic deja vu?
Who invited you to come here?
When you have nothing pragmatic to...

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Walk with me to the gym and do the African spin; walk with me to the gym and I will show you where it all begins. The love for money, the love for culture has...

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Take your own sweet time, and let others keep time.
Tea for two always ends up in a hell-uv-a bellowing brew ;    
        tea and sympathy...

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Hope in me and mine
Surrendered to Christ's lifeline
The gospel design

Satan's stronghold fell
His counterattack to quell
Standing saints repel

Just two percent more
That competition calls for
To heighten your soar

Debtors on the run
For His water, soil, and sun
Only the...

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You have got to stick with the clock and give it all that you have got, you have got to hold on to your truth no matter which way you choose.

 You have got to...

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Hands Caught In The Till

The cash register, there is a pleasant  little "TING !" as it slides open....
More often than not, it will reveal cash notes, neatly stashed and weighted down..
Various denominations of cash...

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On Monday I tried to call you but no one was home.
On Tuesday I walked to your home and  rang the doorbell.
There was no answer.
On Wednesday I baked you some cookies thinking it would...

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Santa whats wrong with you
did u forget me
Why is there no girlfriend
Under my Christmas tree

You know I been a good boy
Didn't give any trouble this year
So tell me where's my gift Santa
Are you still flying...

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Transition 
between spring and summer, Santa Monica and Laguna Beach
despair to laughter, classroom to Zoom
Pagan festival brings renewal cinema:  

In honor of May Day
Climbing 2200 feet 
Encircled by a bed of yellow wild flowers

Special...

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Once upon a time here on earth
Before the dinosaurs or Eden, for what it's worth
I lived a life that you n'er can ken
Which is why I've never spoken of then.

'Tis hard to describe a scene...

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Malice police injustice
This is a career choice
Not a choice to be a criminal
A profession just normal
Like any other
Tell me if the police have power?
Over the residents of own motherland?
How will strangers be treated?
Tell me if...

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I wrote a great book, part memoir, part novel
Shopped it around, I ain’t too proud to grovel
Got kicked upstairs to a big publishing head
He invited me in, and here's what was said:

This screed you call...

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I heard about your contest and thought I might get in on it.

I don't usually gossip but I was waiting on somebody looking for a little fun  Oh, it's about a man-a beautiful talker....

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Living with the 4th Factor

Suppose you are told that your life can be transformed and that you can live without fear, worry, anxiety, doubt, hate, jealousy and anger. Suppose you could fill your life with...

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Though not exceptionally
famished, I took one bite
after another until tureen
licked clean to the delight
of zee missus, whose tasty

two stuffed peppers numbered finite
adequately apportioned appeased
served December 26th, 2020
supreme supper highlight,
hers whose non verbal expression
translated high as...

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POETRY IS MY SANCTUARY
I 
DEPRECIATION
There was a time when the pen ran dry
For years, hibernated
She wallowed in poverty
For I had lost touch with her
Confused, sad, clueless
I thought of discarding her.
Of what use is a pen...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXXII

    for Carlos Bousoño, the eminent Spanish critic, poet and professor
           who maintained that if...

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from antiquity of the Peruvian Inca mountains
'til today's unsheathed bladed Java buttons clicking
the numbers add up to incessant discounting counting
to sacrifice our own graven image sown sickening

if she floats - she's a witch and frankly...

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They laugh as they leave me in the dark and in the damp
I'm strong enough to show them, though, I myself, can't say I am
The mirror screams profanity; my ramp into insanity
The sadness that consumes...

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Mother sits beneath the trees
unwrapping tasy memories
  she lays them on a checkered spread
with lemonade and butter bread
   she says, "come now give this a try"
I twirl and twirl and ask her...

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UV rays soak into my skin,
                          browning it slightly
 ...

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Feeling the spirit of rhymes moving through me,
I've been labelled as first fruits in this writing movement,
With improvements of thousands of years within this environment,
Preforming with these comments straight onto this poem submission form,
Letting you...

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A click, click 

and the burner lights

tonight

I am not going anywhere 

but the end of the hall where

the broken fluorescent light

can help me cook and write


A red frothy sauce bursts, hot steam

rising up, mist over

a...

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