Long Cowbells Poems

  On white lines on valiant wheels
I head north leaving behind the City of Sails
       with its humourless streets,
    its casino steel and glass Sky...

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Alternately titled: Get out of my head mister chatterbox!

While inside me noggin legions
of monstrous demons abhor
protest being force fed
arcane and obscure
assaying into religious dogma
hence mind chatter goes full bore
thus crafting poem quite a difficult chore,
one...

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timing is everything
pretty much anytime 
anyhow anyplace                    

morning noon or evening     ...

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Get out of my head mister chatterbox!

Ransacking treasure trove 
of maximum headroom.

To remedy a fate worse than death
or orange hair oaf becoming 
forty seventh president
or contracting one
of several viral diseases named pox
permeate heavy shut tight...

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THE OLD COVERED BRIDGE

Late fall
Country scene
One birch, close by, already bare
With a taste of frost in the air
And this sturdy, old, covered bridge – this haven -
Strong tiled, tightly sided. A few slats still thrive...

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Get Out Of My Head Mister Chatterbox!

Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,

boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near...

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Day-193 “Very Bad Santa Crawl”   

Once upon a time
I wandered upon this scene
Was quite a jolly bunch
Down in New Orleans

Down on Bourbon Street
Where bad boys and girls come to play
Some say it‘s for...

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somewhere smothered
under the glaring white 
lies my summer

you know

the three reasons 
I teach

June
July 
and 
August

and it's just
January

so.....
i've come to believe
just as much as Persiphone's return from Hades,
or Promethus's Fire,

it's my dreams
that melt the snow

we will...

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                         Bells ringing off and on
...

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Great Beefy Tasting
--------------------------
Walla,Walla
the sweetest onions around!
Brioche buns soft pillowy texture!
And roasted garlic cloves!
Were one to
clarify the butter
add the garlic
and add the onions
and then paint the buns
to be toasted.
set aside the buns.
and then caramelize these onions
to...

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Snot nosed, barefoot
Chanting, walk the streets
Spit flies from mouth, food on cheek
Green, ripe, and free
Dirty and unkempt
Unbridled and unmanageable
Wild child

Dolls and toy trucks
Mudpies and hopscotch
Bugs and jump rope
Torn clothes, holes in socks
Scraped knees and mud...

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July Joy 

July arrives spreading county fair spells
Pink chubby pigs and roan cows with cowbells
Excitement grows in fields and through the dells
Gold medal livestock for new clientele.

Hear the music of the carousel
Take a ride on...

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Homesick in this month, October,
for old friends I now most yearn.
Take me back to that warm hearth
where my soul seeks quick return.

Trapped here in this asphalt jungle,
longing for frsh air and field,
farm with bulging barn...

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Oh, the beauty of the BELLS of my life.
First, there were the SCHOOL BELLS.
Great sounding BELLS recessing me;
Sad sounding BELLS returning me;
Guiding BELLS directing me to new classes.
Those BELLS I heard for 12 years and...

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Mostly it's just gluing bones together
ones found in a well furrowed field
a scattering of empty joints,
undetectable until tripped over.

An iron-age rebar
can be dug for
it will girder one socket to another.

The framework reconstructs itself
emptiness becomes whole
yet...

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great grandma Suzette loved cows,
her house was decorated in a variety of bovines.
Jersey cows, milk cows, angus cows, dairy cows,
her living room was filled with cows, bulls, horns and cowbells.

grandma Suzette would take her favorites...

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