Long Crab apple Poems

Her skin is textured fabric
and a lovely pair of…odd eyes of ink
 black and sheen green.
Cherry cheeks, heavy-handed
 for his amusement.

Lips sewn to silence
just the way he likes her.
Living only through him
though she’s not alive.

Criminals...

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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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You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop      Appendage from his Mum)

stopping every now - and...

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There once was an alchemist gifted with the mortar and pestle,
Who could combine magic with herbs and wax in a glass vessel.

She used charms and floral elixirs to make enchanted scented candles,
Which melted under flames...

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 No Mickey, Minnie, or Goofy- no Jimmy The Cricket
                The spirit of Sodom is Gomorrah...what I see is plain...

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When the chilly wind starts blowing from the North, 
                          ...

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Dear Serena Williams…I want to take a moment and apologize to you
for something I didn’t say…something I did not do.

As we waited under a crab apple tree for our pizza the other day
a group of...

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All of a sudden, the town sort of changed,
As though the years had heaped all their dust in one go,
Reshaping the atmosphere and structure,
Erecting a darker, more feral architecture.

I sat on a bench in the...

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I have a dear feathered friend who greets me each day at dawn!
He likes to dwell in and around the crab apple tree on my lawn!
From his perch he serenades me on wintry Colorado morns...

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On a grassy verge above the surging rill 
she stood fair haired and proud,
three leaf clover substrate at her toes.
Clutching saline bouquets I had plucked 
from my neighbours walk-in green house.
Woman of resplendent peerage cast...

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Life has an 
odd habit of
making you miss 
old street curbs and 
stop signs. 

The street I miss 
the most though
has to be that cross-street 
between the crab apple 
orchard and my friend 
Jackson’s house....

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They hung stiff up on the tree
 as if they were in the air and free.
Covered in an icy coating reflecting from the snow
 that set that color deep, dark red and bold.
Tiny apples cast...

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The cold comes
   following an endless spring
   that lagged forever into summer
   where it could not keep its hold
   then returning again in autumn
   to...

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Rockfield Road
   
 
A blend of northern grasses fields 
a forest of homestead trees; the saplings, 
long overcome by maturity, bear witness
to the prayer of Native sons; to give back 
what you take...

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Unlike the Famous Five,
with capers, japes and adventures,
boats and well stocked picnics, we lived
a back street life. With a sock and masking tape ball
and mucky fat sarnies.
The Family Allowance Five.
Each one of us an extra...

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HAPPINESS 101


squishing mud between my toes
icky fingers in my nose
frogs harrumphing in my pocket
worms and bugs and itchy things
lumps and bumps the scratching brings
bugs and snakes and critters all
long and short fat and tall
funky muck...

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