Long Crockery Poems

This is for the Contest - 'Titanic - Fare Thee Well' Sponsored by Tom Woody.
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I stood at the top of our dirt driveway looking back at our two-story house. It's kind of a long house where, from our second-floor windows, you can see cars driving on the lane road...

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It's been four years since I've seen so much as an insignificant mountain creek. Been overburdened with comfort, now frantic with nature withdrawals, having to settle for photos found on Google Images: emerald pine trees,...

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It's been four years since I've seen so much as an insignificant mountain creek. I've been overburdened with comfort, now frantic with nature withdrawals and having to settle for photos found on Google Images: emerald...

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I. The Hour of Approach

The poem I was writing refused to end—  
it kept writing me.  
Blood didn't ink these lines—  
the ink bled me.  
Each stanza a hidden-hematoma  
across...

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Do the Dead see with their own eyes

    for Thadchayani, my poetry-loving doctor sister :  28/08/1929 – 26/10/2014 
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after 'Berck-Plage' by Sylvia Plath

(1)

A sheet of glass, this expanse of water.
How its tranquillity mocks my unrest.

Bloated beachballs and balloons
travel the park and float from diminutive hands.

Bodiless voices call in the sun
and bounce off these...

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The Bullingdon Club was founded in 1780 about 240 years ago.  An elite
private club for male Oxford University students, selected for their wealth,
and willingness to take part in club activities.  It was originally...

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It's a wonder young children still turn out all right
With the stuff that gets crammed in their heads every night.
Things like visions of sugar plum fairies and sprites,
Or a thousand tales of Arabian delights,
A frog...

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DUSTY POET

Dust before donkey doomed 
            a wicked whirlwind 
grains of wisdom wrinkle 
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I entered the hotel dining room and sat at my table for an early breakfast, watching the rain pelting against the windows, overlooking the River Clyde. Conversation was limited; more audible the clinking of crockery...

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Here on poetrysoup, the newest poem,
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like the latest off-shoot, or newborn babe
or like a newest floral bud,
in the orchards of poetry.
Or like a fresh wave of words
crashing and cresting upon the turf
For...

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As the sun glow is expelled by darkness,
I pour myself a whiskey and ice,
sitting in my favourite spot to relax,
distant traffic pollution, somehow soothing,
smell of freshly cut garden in the air,
the thoughts of the day’s...

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Distressed by Rob Barratt

My furniture is all distressed
It's unusually unstable
The oak bookcase is quite depressed
As is the coffee table

The worktop has a thin veneer
It seethes beneath the surface
The taps know how low they can… sink
And...

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Cousin Donald Comes to Town ...

Elroy was all cock-a-hoop cos
cousin Donald was a-comin'
a visiting & they were so darn
chuffed & tremblin' in anticipation
that friday night the seven of them
in the one bed had a real...

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She stays awake for hours, cutting Xs in the sprouts,
Then peels all the tatties, a ton or thereabouts,
Slicing and dicing parsnips is next up in the plan,
Chops up carrots and a swede, and put them...

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AT THE BEYOND 

It is here at the point
Where no life exists
Where shadows lurk
Life is made
While Creation does nothing
But watch itself in
A hole that never ends

Ether dances and joke at
The beginnings of dust 
As we...

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Amidst the treasures of beauty that one can ever witness,
I was leisurely enjoying an exotic cuisine in evening's tranquillity.
A mystical forest it was, covered with magical trees
that blossomed crystal flowers flashing colorful neon lights
and gilded...

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Everything I buy to touch or taste
is made in China, made in China
leave alone my china set, even my toothpaste
is made in China, made in China.

From my pencils to my stencils
to the golden locks on...

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Oh, how we are poisoned!
The Yonega, the Wasichu, 
a new creature, 
different from us in more than just their 
white skin and sunflower hair.
 How did such a people come
 across the great waters?

They come...

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I have emptied myself out in front of my friends,
poured onto their shoulders,
poured onto their tissue paper, 
got up from their floors,
and finished their drinks.

I have spewed pain onto your screen,
and hopefully into your mind,
so...

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In our mountainside cabin
On an Autumn August night
We turn on the news
To hear of our countries plight

Terrorist factions
Will detonate a device
That will flatten our city
Destroying millions of lives

If their demands are not met
By midnight tonight
All...

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Yesterday, I happened upon a quaint, old-time country store.
I felt I was reliving my youth as I trod its squeaky wooden floor!
The sights and smells were familiar when I entered the door.
Memories flooded my soul...

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Sweet-scented  lupins , foxgloves , violas ,  giant lillies ,damasks ,
mosses and china roses rich in a variety of perfumes and colours 
Circular herb beds, rare , exotic climbers on the Elizabethan wall.
Overhanging...

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My Monster

Every week on Good Friday I get restless
Palpitations rise for my week end disasters
A monster boldly barges into my silent abode
Depriving me of my peaceful slumber
Crash! Now which crockery has ended its life?
The moment...

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