Long Corked Poems

By 9:00PM I was ready to go.  Dark pants, shirt, shoes, and watch cap.  The classic night on the town combo setup for a not so hip killer.   But these days...

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There is a water glint,
just shining through the copse beyond.
Autumn's sinking sun, 
barred by spindle trees and the last 
of summer's brindled reeds 
and sedge and rush that fringe this stilling pond.
.
 
Damp leaves hide...

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The most famous luxurious passenger liner built by man on this Earth
Upon completion South Hampton
It was berth
Built between 1909 & 1911
It was a display of grace
A picture of 	Heaven
Powered by pressurised steam from
Burning coals
In a...

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Vitriolic scathing psychological malevolent jujitsu
cruelly, fiendishly, incriminating
lambasting opprobrium rue
teenly dished out to yours truly

mechanically engineered hatred to stew
when passive aggression fostered corked,
where self destruction grew
tens of decades ago, when this then
much younger match chew

Scott doubted,...

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Anchors Aweigh...

destination unknown
for this Earthling
stardate: February 26th, 2022

At sea since time immemorial
I relish being alone
upon oceanic expanse
yours truly doth bemoan
me gal Sal (one among
numerous female confidantes),
no matter, she easily
mistaken as a crone
magical powers keep
her manning...

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fo'c·'sle    /'fohksel/  noun  deriv: forecastle
      1. the forward part of a ship below the deck, traditionally used as the crew's living quarters.
   ...

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Anchors Aweigh...Destination Unknown

Weather beaten cap'n,
     and watertight bewitched craft
time tested since maiden voyage
     (circumnavigating the globe
back in the day
of my youth),
I ranked tough as a pitbull,
 ...

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Plenty of room in « Le Foot »* for Soccer
     For Doug Vinson at PoetrySoup.com
                ...

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"For those who bear stoically the cross put on their shoulders by others, the cross turns into a crown" - by the Poet

she still smiled,
even when she knew,
life looped over her, 
like a hangman’s noose.
she...

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If you are reading "the Adventures of Soda Pop" for the first time, read the first in the series and the story will make more sense. I hope you enjoy.

Ricky ran up the stairs to...

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They say Cabernet Sauvignon pairs nicely with steak
Pinotage, they reckon, for cheese
Tempranillo is the choice for Mexican grub
But, I'm somewhat easier to please

I've tried a fair few "Reds", on a weekend night
While chilling to some...

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Tradition held sway and little Jesus emerged from the cellar

It had been cold and dusty next to coal and a pile of potatoes

There was no water all year and wine bottles were corked up

For the...

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She stood out by the water,
Her toes in the sand,
Staring out at the moonglade
With a bottle in her hand.

And inside that corked glass
Written on a torn page,
“If you find this message,
Then you are too late.”

Some...

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outside
inventoried oval-stoned
cathedrals appealing
chiming crimes of passion
woke citronella
fog
hung in cement-hamocked snowdrifts
cloaked slow on slick-stained windowsides
tenement sheets
with the pomegranate notes
of rhythms unrhymed
   while all the uptown laundromarts
rising up
from insomniac-scrambled sidewalks
corked-copper moon tumbling earthward
like a sweet
sweatshredded...

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He woke down the slope, by the hay
With him a thousand shrill cries
That stilled to him, yawning.
He moved with strands of hay, trailing
On his rags.
Sauntering, he is a flaneur...
The road lamps gave him away.

He moved...

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Just one little sip
That's all it takes
To send you into a wondrous place
Drifting away from reality
Into a world of fantasy.

The magenta creme
The blueberry swirl
Dancing around your stomach
Once you take a sip
Of this magical potion.

The delicious...

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Jack is in love
with his main trigger squeeze
Daniel’s in love,
got bottled up 
Passion 
pressure is a light pull release
Drawing the corked trigger
puts a Happy Hour liquid cap in his heart
His precious metal baby
ain’t no gun...

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Corked off glue, oral mucosa clamped, oyster bald razor, thumb running along twine binding the package, a conductor testing violin tension. Hairy balls of fire, a jackdaws caw, drawing her in with dirty sticky wet...

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Corked off glue, oral mucosa clamped, oyster bald razor, thumb running along twine binding the package, a conductor testing violin tension. Hairy balls of fire, a jackdaws caw, drawing her in with dirty sticky wet...

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two mice
in my room
at night
gnawing as
if a clock
one from my
bed to the
left and the
other to
the right

they exude the
illusion of time
getting past
every trap and
so their rasping
dentures
on wood
one the second
the other the
minute hand

and so they carry
on carrying...

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They spat. They spit on my name and changed who I really was.. just like that. They 
assasinated my character. They need no alternate attack. Its astonishing how ones opinion can 
make people cringe at...

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SITTING HERE ON WOODEN PIER

Sitting here on wooden pier, 
Watching waves roll in
Sea-weed on the drift to shore,
The tide is on the turn,
A pelican floating by;
Searching, 
Searching, 
Forever searching,
Looking for another feed.
As Pandanus abound frequently,
Summer...

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Bottled peppers, pickles, plums, old ladies stand
In small flock at the market gate
Their bottled things arrayed, their pastes and jams
Fruit that hung all summer fat then autumn picked
Mushed and melted, now fills random jars
And on...

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After sailing on stormy seas with twenty foot swells, 
rising and falling into great oceanic troughs, 
bobbing like a corked bottle pushed by strong waves,  
our family expedition on the sleek black sailing ship
finally...

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If we were a beach
then you would be the sand, diamond warmth,
and I the shingle underfoot.

If we were a pen
then I would be invisible ink,
and you a permanent marker, fluorescent.

If we were wine
you would be...

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