Long Currin Poems

Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels
and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals
hasty introductions and we're on our way
for a night of reading at Poetry Café

We've Yasmin to thank for arranging the meet
with fellow Soupers, a...

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We have been friends,
  A long time now, 
I love you more each day,
  I know you have a woman 
Of your own,
So I dont let the words
  Get away.
When I see,...

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CALIBER

The mental quality of spirits is unveiled.
Anne saw them in imagery.
They were in small shapes as a displayed mural.
A bust of lives demised with estate being conveyed as an inhabitant or the occupier.
Their capacity was...

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P.S. IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 3
Many thanks to you selected poets;
Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so...

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I went to the places 
where the poets all go
There were so many rhymes
The going was slow
The sky had fluffy clouds
Reminding me of snow
The ground verdant green
had an emerald like glow

Metaphorically speaking
Under rocks I was...

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A Flavor Doused Currin 
(Brown Eyed Writer)

Your scars shield the glory of a 
phrase I think you should
Revise until it's not so bad.
Retrace the imprint that called us to 
this
moment
and let the past wish for...

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Walking With You Tonight
(poem /song)

In my dreams tonight oh, baby
I am walking with you on the clouds
Holding me tight in your arms
And I wish I will never wake up
With your warm and loving touch

We're dancing...

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You are the yearn of my days 
Like the new air of my breath
Sunshine greets through my morning
As if I was slept under the bliss

And if I had to leave from my certain place
To be...

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In a couple of hours
 another town we'll be stoppin.
  At a big ole country bar
   where we can get the people rockin.
    At least until two
  ...

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I got my camo, got my ammo, gun, hunting boots an beer,
gonna scare me a few critters as I hunt me down some deer.
As long as the music's loud they'll be running in full fear,
boys...

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Loving to all around her, happy with life
She started to change, slowly at first you see
It was painful to see the sadness, her strife
She wanted to die, her life was so empty
Nothing that was said...

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*Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich, Caleb Smith, Isaiah Zerbst, Anne Currin, and Eileen Ghali

I'll start with illustrious Andrea,
our talented sonneteer.
She peppers our poems with kindness, 
with comments so bright and sincere.

Next, we have Mr. McCaleb,
our sweet...

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By woods, really deep...
for sprite--wood sprite, I peep!
willows, thorns… hands scratched,
pixie with willow, I yearned!
all through, jars, cans, big, small,
fairy to see, every lid:I pull to fall,
tears down, I hit something aaaah! an elf,
signs to...

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Stealthy romanticism,
Where else can hide,
Than my dear diary !

Twinkling of the eyes,
Time of one's life,
Enrapture !

Blush on a face,
Warmth of caress,
Ends the chase!

Whispers of heart,
Vibes of mystique,
And final embrace!

Moments captivated,
Clicked in no time,
Penned into verse!

No...

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My sweet regret; resplendently
appeared the star who I would see
light up my life and fill my soul
because not ever in my whole
small world had one shone such as he!

Like polished onyx, glittery,
his dark eyes cast...

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