Long Croons Poems

The Raven and the Bard
-Daniel Henry Rodgers

The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night,
Its haunting words, a melody of fright.
The Bard's natural lines, like "Evangeline's" fair hair,
Shed history's warm light to chase away all care...

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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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In the middle ages
these roughed and scuffed decades
between newborn crocus snow-melt-nursed and
dried hydrangea blooms sepia-skinned and papery thin
I earned the right to wear sapphires
and burn my mademoiselle mistakes with wisdom-fires

it took me a while to...

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As the midnight
  sun cries sweet honey,  
the mourning moon
 croons caramelized deceit,  
like toffee-speckled leaves,  
whistling bewitching myths,  
seducing silenced silhouettes,  
engrossed in tangerine temptations,  
and mundane...

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Elegy to Child Lost


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"Paying homage to ancestral kyanites, 
      which once vibrated with indigo streams
  in sparks of salient storms ~
   I soar across melancholic mangroves, 
   ...

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When my inkless isles 
become drenched 
   with icy wintergreen embers 
of apologetic auroras ~ 
 and l i f e loses its lyrics in lilith's labyrinth, 
  this soul orchestrating in...

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I wrap myself 
in feather-boa-fantasies of his dreams
sinuous pinot-grigio-me; 
X-rated and never sated
dancing to rock ‘n roll— 80’s dated
...my floorshow our foreplay

welcome to the conjugal jungle 
of not-so-rusted lust
sixty-something-shapely...
25th anniversary groom croons naughty thoughts;
“you could...

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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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  “Grief is like the ocean. The waves ebb and flow. Sometimes the water is calm. Other times it's turbulent. In order to survive, I had to learn to swim. In moments when I...

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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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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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