Long Dangles Poems

‘She’s on again - the annual campin’ trip regatta,
and we’ve got ourselves together for our plans to Wonnangatta. 
The high country; you can’t beat it for the peace and quiet
unless of course some plans get...

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Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's harmony,
lays waste to life on land and sea.
Mankind, thy name...

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The Spaniel

A Spaniel that uses its head 
Can tell when its owner’s unfed 
So instead of a duck
That is down on its luck 
Will deliver a pizza instead
 
The Afghan Hound

The Afghan’s a dog groomer’s...

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"A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." 

(Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)

The muskiness...

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Sleeping in sorrow’s lullaby...can’t lie
Sweet slumber is only tomorrow’s cry
Can’t deny, I prayed a thousand times
I can only try to make up these rhymes

Again, I pray away the past pain
Again, I pray away the shy...

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{"I anguish myself with the presence of a loved one to keep me alive inside of my head. 
Call me crazy, insane, a moron in all depths of despair, but my reluctance for somebody to...

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{"It’s 4:05 pm, darkness is mending over the horizon, the city, I’m fighting and thrashing against the flames that shroud. With secrets yet to resign, they dwindle at nightly dusk as it topples over. 
Down...

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just below a marvelous landmark of a metropolis that see's no end to its expansion, lies a stretch of land. curved by many years of our moons control over what covers more then 50% of...

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The long and short of it is . . . forever

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IMPRINTS
(Part 1 of Trilogy for My Father)

His shoes by the front door make me cry,
like his glasses resting atop an
unfinished crossword
and his toothbrush in its holder
the bristles still damp.
And I wonder...

Did he brush his teeth...

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The Rottweiler

I wouldn’t provoke a Rottweiler
Not unless I were prepped like a miler
Seems a little inbreeding
Done without heeding
Has turned Benji into a Sieg Heiler

The Saint Bernard

Though not in his nature to beg
He would flip for...

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sun rays settle skies
prism shelters diversity -
kids breaking hard bricks

wind spreads gentle seeds
prayer evokes mute silence -
too many lost souls

rain drops whet dry soil
scope scoops whirlpools of dry tears -
god should know better

earth circles tailspins
faith...

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An elastic band
Held between two fingers.
His index, and mine.
He takes a few steps backwards,
Gently stretching the fragile ring between us,
Testing its strength from either direction.
Two forces, working together
And against each other, at the same time.

The...

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Walking through the tall pines of Perlarcher forst 
Munich Germany I walk deep within the woods 
every day the barbarian alps in my view colorful 
leaves rustle beneath my feet my London fog 
trench coat...

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Though an atheist..
please oh lord brace and fix me with monetary salvation

After umpteen times being swindled
reducing me to abject poverty
psyche of mine
broke into a bajillion little pieces
much like Humpty Dumpty
grim outlook spells
forlorn and foregone conclusion,
thus...

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There are skeletons in the wardrobe but they’re home and dry

Looked after properly moth balled and yet unkindly falling apart

Conscience is layered just as are subconscious wishes and fears

Sometimes I play with the bones and...

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                        Ella peripherals the scene, 
instantly onboard. (A ship of fool.)
An onlooker,...

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amuck - adverb.flailing in all directions, about, around - His ideas ran amuck.

brang – verb, past tense.bring – You ring, you rang, I bring, I brang.

chipps - noun, plural.an asset for selling, a favor owing,...

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{"My burial was about to commence, become a happening. My spirit was a necropolis already, everlasting. So what significance did it take for me to give it all up? 
My soul to be extracted from...

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I awoke to the smell of blood,
Wondering what he got me into,
This time around,
After what he did to my parents,
I could never forgive him.

Couldn't believe my parents are dead,
The fire took it all,
And he was...

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The lights dim, and a single spotlight illuminates the dude speaker/He adjusts the microphone the voice, and when it comes, it is strong.) The Confidence Man)/
 He's not a robber with a gun and mask,...

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I sit there on that wooden bench, simply sitting. I am not waiting for someone, not for anything. Sunlight peeks through the leaves of the two oak trees whose branches are mingling above my head....

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Our story began behind bars with the broken,
Displaying our armor with truths left unspoken.
Through the gates each day, our counselor hats on,
Where pain wore a face, and hope felt long gone.

You, with your wisdom and...

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The Lie

I am an insect waiting to be squashed!

I stare hard at the ground
as if fascinated, enthralled by it
while, above, eyes of cold-cobalt  
wait to gouge and burrow out 
any self-belief that might still...

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"CROCK" DOSSENBERG McHENRY
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