Long Croons Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of...

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Note: If you haven’t please check out part one before reading this. 
It will make more sense that way Thanks.


Time moves slower than a rusted windmill on a still day 
as I am unable to...

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Time moves slower than a rusted windmill on a still day 
as I am unable to avert my stare, frozen in this spot,  
captivated by an intoxicating charm smoother than Tennessee whiskey 
that hasn’t...

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Elegy to Child Lost


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Something in your eyes
 I can't make out what it is 
Had a little Sun 
Is it the rain drops
A  blue skies 
The spelling of your name
Add a little Stardust 
Kiss again ...

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I. The Request


She spoke, "bring me the sunset in a cup
that overflows with it's red warmth eternal.
Rail against supposed fate. Love speak up,
you are not the last one standing. Colonel
of starry skies are you instead?...

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He knew he had rubbed against some big shoulders.
Some like him and other were anoyed. What bothered him was they all existing relationships of there own. Some were ones you didn't wanna get involved with,...

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Old Mr. Nicholson
totters across the town square
to the barbershop where
Clive has cut his hair
for the last forty years or so

Not hardly needing
even a trim
but pretending
he has a reason besides
the gossip waiting within

Inside, the shop smells...

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     " In titanium haze of love,
             truth is but a mere lie, 
     ...

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New town, new job, strapped for cash. It was her birthday and this was all I could afford.
          
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"His Name is Calciatore"

His name is Calciatore

he loves to follow me
from room to room 
he’s exceptionally 
well groomed

even handsome,
one might say,
he can be quite serious
yet, he loves it 

when I flirt 
shamelessly with him, 
day...

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flying over Gulf of Mexico, the boundless tranquil emerald water
             not going to stop until I reach my destination ....
  the vision of a beautiful...

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"Mother, 
             You are my heartbeat 
                ...

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Don't, then.
If you don't love me the stars will no longer be flickering fairy dust 
just dots of light that I can't comprehend. 
If you don't love me the ocean will not play it's violin...

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I hear the merry sounds 
of Christmas carols resound all around me
I meander in and out of shops
wandering about the brightly lit arcades
bright coloured lights wink joyfully at me from every doorway
as I drag my...

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In dream's embrace, I hear sweet music play, 
my arms filled with your temple so sublime.
Your beauty shines across God's timeless sea,
within the star's brocade my brightest light.
Come waltz with me betwixt eternal stars,
love croons...

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(It has been a pleasure and an honour to work upon this collaboration with you Susan. You made the process enjoyable and so easy. Your pen gave this wonderful write its soul. Our ink shared...

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Having come of age in the late 50s and early 60s, this piece was a natural for an old fart like me - 



Until you’ve spent an evening in a 1950s classic cruisin’ ‘round the...

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Blues in the Night.

A malignant moon
shines his metallic claws -
combs my hair and brushes me forward.
I am alone in the shadowy crooks 
of a poisoned metropolis.

A clandestine garbage chute -
where waifs and strays burn
within the...

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That Shania Twain
Drives me insane
She croons out the songs, “In my Car”…..
My glorified feminist is “SHE”

The ferocious female hunter
She knows when to be feminine
“Man! I Feel like a Woman!” is what gets her prey
Oh, Shania,...

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A Solitary Stranger

Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he
To knit the finest webs of dreams, one of the most delicate kinds.
Gazing, out there, with  brimming eyes he ponders
To catch a...

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This is for all you trampled and forgotten
freezing in a hell not of your making
inching your way up the ethereal gangway
jockeying for rank and recognition
among the heavens the aristocracy
the drooling two headed priesthood 
cheap seat...

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The genie in the bottle  beside Alladin's lamp
awaiting the cue to perform her dance
Aromatic spices fill the air..authentic meals to be my fare.
Tagines of fowl and lamb....fish and yams 
 Bastille chicken flavored with...

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WILD NATURE

         Far from squabble of snobbish sniffy people
         I wish to visit a wild country
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everyone knows
heart telling tales
that get a dog's tail
wagging after being
rescued from abuse

and so the same for
cats and other animals
that grew up or were forced 
to grow up on the shady side of
town not meaning out...

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