Long Culverhouse Poems

Amy Green, Poet Destroyer and Skitty S.K.A.T. Pooh.
Just a few of the Great Women I've made love to here at the soup.
Carolyn Devonshire and Sara Kendrick too
and Andrea Dietrich, you fire cracker you.
A Rambling Poet,...

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Church on a Cliff by the Ocean....

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Poem for Dad

Of flesh and blood
that nature gives to our breath
must one day be given back
for life was lent by Earth's hand
and now it is returned

Dad though lives always in us

He is the movement of...

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Back and better to be together
With Phyllis Babcock my mother Theresa,
She is so refreshing like coca-cola
And really medicinal like African cola.
Back and better for James Fraser Mr highlander,
For poet destroyer, please don't destroy me
Could you...

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I want to be a farmer but my soil is oh, so po –
We gathered up some chicken poo and spread it with a hoe.
We plowed the dirt, amended it and straightened every row.
Upon the...

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THE RIGHT TO BEAR ARMS 
     By the Poets Listed After the Poem

There's good and bad in ‘most everything. 
The same is true of guns! Ping, Ping, PING!!! 
Targets as prey,...

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Salutations to all the poets
That waters my ink,
Those whose words never
Make my heart shrink,
Of you always i ever will think,
Standing alone, i could sink
So i grasped on your knowledge
That is without stink. 
  ...

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Changing schools was the rule
Never stayed long and get in the groove

Making friends never ended
Fitting in was always mended

So a loner I became
I don't remember many names

But I learned to love to learn
Still have a...

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Daughter, Sister, Mother, and WIFE
A Tapestry of  POETRY
Expressed through Her Golden pen
The Beauty of her Writes, luring :
Mind and Soul; to embracing LIFE
Seeing Nature through Her Eyes
Feeling Her Emotions,
Floating in Ecstasy

All can see the...

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Dedicated to Zilpha Keatley Snyder author of a poem by the same name, I will print 
it here.

Dreams go fast and far these days.
They go arrayed in lights or 
In the dust of stars.
Dreams, these...

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The Birthdays

You came into the world in the  afternoon
A tiny bundle with red tuff of fine hair
Ready to leave your safe and warm cocoon
Not fussy, life entered with little flare

We prayed for you and...

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the old grist mill stands
nestled in the rocky bank..
red fall leaves surreal............................by Sara Kendrick
 
vibrant blue sky glows stronger
shadowing my dim life's light.......................By Doris Culverhouse
 
red stained swift water
rushes onward to the sea..
slow decaying...

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Seeing beauty in the minute, therefore I am a poet
An empty bench in a garden sparks lines for folk poet
Dew on the roses or even rain drops those little sparks
In my yard, where birds feed...

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Where have you been! you silly man!
don't blame it all on tryptophan! 

Maladies from Malta mutATE and Gur G....itate!
as Jimbo watched the Vikings dominate!

It's true my kind heart is totally fake!
football first sweetheart!.... hope your...

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Do you hear the silence?
No, you are not here.
Time was that the house 
was full of five sons,
then grandchildren, now
the blue glow of tele
is the only sign of life.
If only time will rewind 
for the...

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When i went two skool
Mi speling woz bad
The wurds i found
Wer hard, maid me sad

The teechers tryed
Thay did ther bezt
Wif a little help
Wif a few moore testes

My speling got better
Az they took ther time
With many...

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My last name is Culverhouse. My first name is Caleb.
Words that describe me are kind, smart, shy, and curious.
My dad is Wayne C.
My mom is Doris C.
I think the government should get their money cut...

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I don't care for snakes
They hiss and bluff me
I'm not really sure
Is he friend or foe

Cats, I really take
Though cats don't give she
any return purr
 any loves warm glow

Steps away not fake, 
soft as cotton...

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the old grist mill stands
nestled in the rocky bank
red fall leaves surreal

Vibrant blue sky glows stronger
Shadowing my dim life's light

red stained swift water
rushes onward to the sea...
slow decaying mill

vibrant life vacant
emotions rush, rapids flow
heart and...

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Anne

Your words pierce me like the dagger of my demise
The cold neglect burns hot against my flesh
Scarring the heart of lonely discarded dreams.

Your words clank across sharp teeth, icy and dismissive of my worth
Priceless are...

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Baby 
A soul who is appreciative, creative, empathetic, spiritual
Mother of Tommy, Jr., Phyllis Brooks, and Doris Culverhouse     
I love to read, write poetry, and observe nature
I try to keep my heart...

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Overlooked and underpaid
Quite fetching in a suit with vest
Ascot tied about the neck
Reminds me of my wedding day

Black and white mixed creamily
  becomes this neutral hue.
Graphite becomes art in strokes
 and shading; imagination is...

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