Long Cranks Poems

Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled,...

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“Unicorns are Us” 

You can only imagine
the furore 
when magick
hit the score
the Party, not impressed,
was not for witches
too big for their
britches on brooms,
said all the high-brow
cultural dignitories
and low-strung 
toad hall politicians
pacing around the room;
so all...

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As morning glowed pale light over the town of Soup Creek,
Jenna woke with a start when she heard a floorboard squeak.
She raised her gun and took aim at a shadow near the door,
"Hold it right...

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...It took several weeks, but he quickly found
a strange chemical to the water bound,
clearly synthetic, so he went online,
was astonished by what he didn’t find.

There was no mention of such chemistry,
no reports or formulas did...

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This sinner here --Michelle--
learned at St. Peter Chanel
there's no point to rebel
Life without God is Hell

Not just a state of mind
also an afterlife confined
to weep, & teeth-grind
all happiness -- behind

It would NOT be fun--
not "a...

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How small we were sitting in the backseat of that mammoth car. We were dwarfed on the giant sofa-like bench waiting like a great amusement ride about to start. While we waited we explored our...

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No objection to cold weather, but...

ah jest wanna boomerang 
back into the womb
versus being threatened 
courtesy beastie boy gang
beating me to a pulp 
after accurately discerning 
being scared less pang
suddenly imagining myself 
buffered, and buttressed...

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Beneath the city the river fishing is good.

I roam with tackle and pole below those wiggling tapeworms
Wound around the cement underbelly of bridges
Devouring the guts of the city’s glamour
Down here where shadows are long as...

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"Beyond lychgate lies future death" she says,
cucumbered eyes slid back under cauliflower sky,
brimming smithereens of harkening demons.

Been in saddle some time since torchlight began,
a child's silent castle ago. Chaos-times cut alleyways
through rose-lettered circles, reads trashy...

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No objection to cold weather, but...

ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb
to escape unrelenting forbidding gloom.
perhaps cuz mine generation 
nsync with baby boom.

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless (three plus) scores of years
I...

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One cold night, deep in thought, and curled in fright,
From folklore tales aimed to scare;
My rigid poise froze to a screeching noise
Outside, a voice not like I've heard before, to leave I would not dare
“It’s...

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He pauses for effect and pretends to listen and hear,
then proceeds anyway and gives the order to conquer.
Though far is his reach he is really very near,
causing destruction, he brings chaos and fear.

Silhouettes and shadows...

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No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
haint got any got...

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The way-back machine cranks out
memories which haunt us.  Scenes
from days long past revive longings
for things to be the way they were
when youth was taken for granted, 
when sharp minds and nimble  limbs 
propelled...

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I've never understood how things work

gears turn and cranks crank

circuits connecting and forming a link

all of this stuff is out of my reach

its all so confusing, fuses and plugs 

that plug into sockets 

and HUDS...

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A lot of fancy gizmos befuddle me in this technological age,
Where perplexing computers, texting and twittering are all the rage!
I can empathize with the feller who renounced horse and buggy days,
To subdue the baffling horseless...

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For The Love Of Coffee, I Tarry

Just one more cup of coffee before I have to go,
the weather is bad and the boss will surely know.
If I tarry along and fail to clock in on...

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Hieronymus Bisch, a swamp-dwelling fish,
musician extraordinaire carved out his niche,
by gathering the garbage humans tossed away
cleaning and sawing, was determined to play
his compositions for the entire neighborhood
and I must tell you, he is very good.

Old...

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Huge Blue Eyes That Speak


I heard your bright eyes, they speak
your lusts they did so softly leak
Penetrating my best hidden shield
seeking,long night's greatest yield

Searching for touch to find it all
a rapture that does then enthrall
Speak...

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Tommy is a friendly guy so charming and so calm
that you could not imagine him doing any harm.
You'd swear he wore a halo just like all the saints
pictured in all the paintings that the masters...

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if only certain areas could talk,
you'd get some war stories from old york,
i live surrounded by old air fields and bases,
thousands of ghost,so many faces.
hitler decided he'd try to rule all,
poland among others had to...

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A body of translucent blue spreads before him,
reflecting heavens of stark purity.
He flicks his shiny offering towards depths unknown,
and cranks the oiled reel.
Time  pours slowly,
as the reflective lure moves through crystal waters.
Again the motions...

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A body of translucent blue
reflects heavens of stark purity.
He flicks his shiny offering towards depths unknown
and cranks the oiled reel. 
Time pours slowly,
as the reflective lure moves through crystal waters.
Again the motions transfix thought.
Cast, retrieve,...

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Conspiracy Theorists:  Get a Life

By Elton Camp

Conspiracy theories are merely illogical rot
That says most events are due to some plot
But they never explain just how or why
The conspirators are so powerful and sly

Scholars generally...

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The world is tied by chains,
Armageddon might come today, 
Been abandoned lost in pain,
If I die will it all be in vain?
All is lost but nothing gained,
Falling from this heavenly plain,
Faded fabric of a vague...

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