Long Culvert Poems

 Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn A Year Ago and yet now No Change
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Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn
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He comes to his father holding his pet,
“Something’s wrong with Beano, he needs a vet!”

The Father looks down and seeing the frog,
Struggles with words to explain to the sprog.

So he takes a deep breath and...

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The location of the Spring Creek School was on a flat, nestled 
between the cliff on the north and the Little White River on the south.  The river 
flowed in from the northwest, circled...

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The call came in just after 2:00pm,
Anton was doing office paperwork,
a big part of any detective’s job,
lucky he had never been bad with words.

The word was that a body had been found
by some children playing...

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The shield riders heading over the Dunlaven bridge,
They ride as swift as the wind,
already their weapons were ready,
they did glint, not, in the deepening shadow.
Ride to your fate Valkyrie,
shield maidens of the red,
shield riders of...

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The Cinematic Film Treatment as Poetic Element 
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Sagitanis Goes 'Bow Wow' 

Nightingale Sagitanis is a homeless woman suffering chronic and debilitating bouts of near-terminal existential ennui and muscatel intoxication until, in the midst of...

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The sky was black, as the rain poured down.
For three solid weeks, that's been the pattern in our town.
No mere sprinkle, and no heavy mist,
But near-torrential rains. We're all sick of this!
I watched one brook,...

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A Nubian goat they called Split
Was rehabbing her front leg a bit.
She was having a blast,
And the time flew by fast,
But she wasn’t quite ready to quit.

She suddenly realized she’d dozed;
It was later than she...

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The drain of education buckle my belt of understanding to slight I saw twinkle of light  from the dark corner of the sky, the branch of imagination hook's me to river Nile I can't...

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Hopelessness, make no room for it in your heart or your mind, if you dare.
It will take away your glad, your happy, and your today,
Worse, all opportunities that could have created joy, but cannot now.
I...

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My park to me was not see-saws nor swings
instead, a treasure chest of stranger things.
A marble grave, 1891, well kept
where 'Tiny', estate owner's dog now slept.
The long gone Manor House front Portico
and where the star...

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(dedicated to mother India)

The garbage collection van hasn't arrive.
Two hefty black plastic bags, last night's flea blown rubbish,
Waiting to be discarded, I wait.
It's almost ten, the garbage collectors arn't coming, I presume.
Town-garbage-bin is half a...

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We see but grey where once was green
As bulldozers now scrape,
Turning a joyful rural scene
Into joyless landscape. 

The area was green-belt land
With forest and pasture 
But as our numbers still expand
We will invade nature. ...

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When we were still young
The beach was wider here.
Fifty years of erosion will do that.
An inlet from the sea ran in
On the back side of the beach
Where there was a culvert
That ran under the road.
The...

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Had visitors over on the weekend
The subject turned to life's scary moments
At ten years old had a daredevil heart
Dragged this story out of retirement

Trembled like I was living it over again
With my good buddies Ken...

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More rural space becomes an urban scar
As man’s machines arrive and start to scrape
Through living loam down to the dead grey clay.
Hedges ripped out and carted off to tip,
Trashing nests and burrows right from the...

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We have lost our sense of humor.

		We chase the alligator 
		down Front Street,
		past Mollies Convenience Store
		and the County Clerk- Recorder Office.

		He’s taken us under
		a red sky grand,
		hardly noticed.

		Were it not for the children
		riding on his...

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The west wind brought in a
precipitous rise in temperature
serious steel grey sky rain clouds
and our second February thaw.
Almost all the snow vanished overnight
leaving brown fields and skeleton maple
trees with sap buckets full of rain.

I sip...

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Two riding on a single
Man! How fast that bike will go
Down the hill around the curve
Blow wind blow

At the very bottom piled up
In a culvert drain
In great agony and pain
Totally distained

Crumpled metal, torn clothes
Bleeding and...

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