Long Coverlets Poems

Midnight on the Clock

Midnight gray blocks out the stars
in racing steams of flowing clouds.
Moon light hides behind windy puffs
	of smoky filtered white.
October nights are cooled by lingering rain
	cold riding the wind.
A sudden drop in temperature...

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Dear dada
add an “ist”
to it all

I reject 
in the face 
of it all 

Aestheticism 

true beauty 
is found in the 
ugliness of it all

peaking out 
under coverlets 
of mud 

throwing 
spit balls
of pulchitrude

wrapped up 
time...

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Yesterday I wrote poem how about how when the ocean waves meet the land they leave little drawings in their wake…little artworks in the sand.

Marilyn, and old friend from my Ohio high school days (that...

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FLOWING    WATER

Though my boat be shaken and tossed,
Serenity is in the mind, in the soothed  soul --
My spirit’s not aching or forsaken.  Nor is it lost.
It needs no flow from...

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Out Of Water

Eternal suffering
Fresh cleansing rain,
regain
Harmonic smells so wonderful,
restores impressions in your mind of ocean shores

Rainbows of prism refracting,
colors that are spellbinding
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, Indigo, violet
mixtures mystifier of lights and shadows aver

Cleansing the...

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One hundred eighty one days ago today, 
Jews began their day, as usual in every way.
Jumped out of their beds and prayers. were said.
They dressed and fixed coverlets on their beds.
Mothers cooking breakfeast…but not for...

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Hats are such a marvel,
   when the weather is so garbled,
A multitude of quick coverlets to warm the brain
   protect the head from snow, wind and  rain.
A dapper, flamboyant chapeau
...

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My wishes are for Earth beings to quiet
and hear the whispers of a star-filled night.
Listen to snowflakes as they gently fall
Hear the music of a winter bird's call.

Breathe in soft quietness, so our souls may...

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Moss on the shaded ledge
   spreads across the rooftop of the shed
   gluing shut the shingles edge,
sun reflects the spurt
   lemon yellows, lime green patchworks
   gathered quilted...

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"On Gelid Night"  by David Hart
On gelid night, prone amidst this small sea of
  faineant coverlets,
A nimeity of somnolent susurrations--
Bombinate and pierce the greyblack night.

Still, the foundling lies on bilious pillow
A radiator's dolorous...

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Awakening

Came awake.
Silent stygian darkness,
Lit only by the pale, yellow night light far down the hallway
And the harsh stark whiteness of the beside alarm dial.

The stuttering staccato of beats seeming to shake the chest where they...

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Some flowers bloom well into twilight,
the dark does not assault them
it folds gently, it entices,
it allows flowers to succumb
but for a little while.

How unlike is the glaring light?
How it enslaves and pinions
each reaching stem
and then...

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Sometimes when I am lonely, by myself
I look through the volumes on the shelf,
And try to find gems hidden in the pages
Treasures of truth written by wise sages,
Sometimes I laugh, and sometimes I cry
Single thoughts...

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Walking, talking and skipping stones by the shoals
Caress, hug me  tender while shining bold eyes
Sparkle, playful promises until fall fades
Sensibility flew








Example:  Red cheeked boyfriends tenderly kiss me sweet mouthed
under Boulder coverlets winter springtime
hug...

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