Long Coveralls Poems

In the small town that I grew up as a child, streets were neat and prim.
Trees lined up in rows of green statuesque figures. Children playing, riding bicycles, roller skating in the warm summer breeze....

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Our family got the news today
Our bubba's gettin' hitched
Young Daisy Mae, she's near fourteen
Got our boy bewitched
He's sayin' that he loves her
He's making her his bride
She's the first to get him this close
Though not too...

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Forecasts

 
'...the burnt-out end of smoky days'

                            T.S....

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'...the burnt-out end of smoky days'



                    T.S. Eliot


 

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The evening rumbles in 

and grumbles, tea...

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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle 
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle, 
nibble, drink their tea and chatter, 
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered 
in...

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As the morning sneaks up,
we will all arise.
And what shall we see,
at first light by day?
Look around and all will be known,
the birds are chirping,
and the sun is shown.
Wake up sleepy head,
open those tired eyes.
A...

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At 40 below zero in the Vermont country side, 
the frost can be actually seen in the air
as sparkling frost dust seemingly defying gravity.
The skin showing between your mittens and sleeves
will be frost bitten in...

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'...the burnt out end of smoky days' - T.S. Eliot


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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as the platter's 
passed around...

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...inspired by T.S. Eliot

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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as...

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Love isn't just a single word 
or feeling
Said to tickle an ear and 
leave you reeling

Nor is love abstract and 
void of care
But what one envisions and 
does all year

We convey our love by 
things...

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'...the burnt out end of smoky days' - T.S. Eliot


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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as the platter's 
passed around...

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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle 
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle, 
nibble, drink their tea and chatter, 
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered 
in...

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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered
in the cozy parlour, lamp-lit,
rum is...

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As I sit upon these old porch steps, that I have always known
A weathered stoop, with gray floorboards, that shake with every wind
These creaks and groans,  the flaws and chips, ... familiar to my...

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I was relaxin' on the patio the other day, musin' as I often do,
About a few things that brought about vic'try in Dubya Dubya Two.
There were no computers, cell phones, night goggles, drones or such.
How...

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You were always happy, always on the move
with a great zest for life and a heart full of love.

We loved you too and checked to see if you’d get mad
if we mimicked your habits, but...

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Ironed Shadows
                by Odin Roark

Her hands lay smooth
the coveralls worn thin
now wrinkled
once charged with earth

Mended armor from
courageous prices paid
embossed with...

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Write a Lament  is what they say So I’m going to tell you about the saddest day. 
It was summertime with parades in the heat, 
 Daddy was humming as he climbed in the...

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Ironed Shadows

Her hands lay smooth
the coveralls worn thin
now wrinkled
once charged with earth

Mended armor from
courageous prices paid
embossed with crosshatched mending
stands raised in triumph

A home plate remembered
by innocence long abandoned
players made humble from
a boy's first slide for...

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The truth is.
You can pretty up a lie, give it lace underwear
and satin coveralls but at the end of the day-
It will still be a lie.
A boldface lie stands in opposition
To a boldface truth.
The truth...

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I buy the Hanes three in a pack 
I have a house, not big, but not a shack 
I drink my juice sitting on the couch 
I have no ambition, I am referred to as...

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Scarecrow

You'll find me 
in paddy fields and gardens;
even on front porches. 
I'm a decoy, as lonely as can be. 
I look frozen in time, 
mimicking Jesus 
crucified on the cross, 
but I swear I mean...

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There stood a man in coveralls all greased up with a smile on his face
It was our first time meeting but still welcomed me to his sacred place 
The shop his cave sometimes even just...

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Country Cafeteria

		in Shelby County,
		Illinois, 1989

The two weeks
I spent in that small town
on assignment, I saw no blacks 
except for two older women 
regal in every way, 
hair coifed in silver gray,
working in the Country Cafeteria.
They...

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I donned my best Sunday working coveralls
Plopped the hardhat on my waiting head.
Just another twelve hours of service rendered
To an employer who cares not if im live or dead

Ive seen days and months and years...

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