Long Dapple Poems

FIRST MOVEMENT (Minor Key)

Times such as these test body soul and mind
So should our thoughts be pain and dark confined
Or loosed to concentrate on brighter things
Like furry puppies, flowers and girls on swings

In this bright...

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Pardon any absent adulation, bequeathed capitulation, devoted dedication, indiscretion, blabbering peroration, improper salutation or any unintended vexation if this unknown earthling sent a nearly identical message. He over-looked a small number of errors and hoped...

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Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
the gravel birth cords sinuous 
sensing the ground   seeking the...

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A lonely rider traversed the sand upon his sturdy mount, 
Beneath a sky so filled with stars that no man might ever count. 

A dangerous dash across open land on a night without a moon,...

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My cocoon tightens –colors tease
I am feeling for the air
A dim capacity for wings
Demeans the dress I wear
 1099 - Emily Dickinson

Butterfly- A Glosa

My potential, held in a chrysalis,
I hide within a shadowed niche,
safe from...

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Painting You

Before painting, I first sketch you
In my mind’s eye…To compose
The lines, shapes, shadows and lights, 
That work altogether to form a semblant sight
Of you for any relative, friend or acquaintance…

Next, I embrace the required...

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Behind, left in dust, of the old gravel road
is a faint trace of Marlboro and a soft summer wind

Skies burn orange and amber, and a blazing red sun,
that is filtered by a windshield, that's never...

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Eighty-Six Thousand Four Hundred

Iye! Another day
And from the blink of sleep
From the cosset of sheets
The incessant alarm pulls my feet
Iye! Another day
And the sun has conveyed splintered shadows through the trees
To dapple my wits with...

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Born on March 26th 1874 in San Francisco
Where the streets are filled with dining alfresco 
At age eleven his father passed 
Then relocated to Lawrence Mass.
From the hills and the pastures blowing free
His words ran...

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"Freedom Sees - Part 1"

Sailing
her clear 
Aqua Green 
oceans
floating 
mysterious exotic
fragrant 
Dark Pink 
Yellow Frangipani Petals
surround her boat, 
gifts sent  
from the big fat bellied trees
in the Queen's Land,
standing fixated, 
rooted to the spot
they...

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Soft, pastel-pink, aqua, sepia
Turning sharp, gold, striking
The sky is a willing canvas
Waiting to be kissed
By the palette of colours
Multi-shaded layers dapple the heavens
The pace of life is set to slow
Announced by the sleepy, restful sun
Her...

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A graceful pace in a meadow of blue.
Blossoming blooms; bees lingering behind.
I lay, laud and favor whilst breeze flows through
As long as the sun is shining, you'll find.
Tiny flower clusters snug and fruity,
Drenched in the...

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A Roaring Rage

What I have recently heard became a roaring rage;
Have newspapers put   poems on one whole page;
My mission fulfilled,
When properly billed;
So that your elegant mind can effectively engage.

Jim Horn

Never Intent of God

Many...

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PRESENT PERFECT in SUMMER SCHOOL

CONJUGATION
I have yearned
Thou hast returned
He has departed
She has kissed faint hearted
We have voiced warm greetings
They’ve had timid meetings

The young ones the old ones
The joiners and the out-in-the-cold ones
The sad boys the...

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The Shoot Out At The KOA Corral

The continuing saga of Zack Waverly


The mare was to far gone
and I had to put her down
There was nothing I could do
To help her make her back to...

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A Poets Endaemonism
 
A word
An infatuation
Idle in the onlookers eye
More space than is bearable
In which thoughts edge their brink
With an abyssal climate
Of lost heart, warmth and heat
A silence that has no one left to cry
...

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Moving ridges - blue, green salty de-bree
Lightly, sweep the beach;
As inland rolls the sea

All species, shapes shells' species,
Tumble to shore, scoured by wind, by sand
Frothed, hi-lo crests, toss, create odd creases

Ocean sounds, subdued to loud
Galaxies...

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My irrepressible awe is clearly seen
in the colors of the seasons,
when all becomes veneration,
at the sight of every superb constellation,
which stands above me like Heaven,
to turn my hallelujahs into prayers...



My irrepressible awe is felt in...

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I pray for Time to be a vast white canvass on which Potential’s quivering paintbrush colours all of Being in royal hues for you. 

May it layer your Time first with sweeping green meadows of...

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It’s in a snap of fingers they paint our hearts with stigma 
and blame our burning teardrops for a free air and thought;
Was it a blissful boon for society to curse us when we fought?
Or...

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Nubbly encompassing branches
        Dapple of forbearing tree 
        witnesses frivolous dances 
        peach blossom...

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Trixie has disappeared, tired of writing mushroom poems I guess.
Come out, I say. I cannot pen missives without her, I confess.
She has left me in a bind, in the dust, in a totally bereft mess.
I...

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"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
                     ...

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As the sun come up
it was red as blood,
at mid morn blue
like water that floods


And finally white 
its shade had become,
and the ring around
was orange and plum


Dust from the outback
rolling in waves,
hit us with force
and...

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On the streets, mothers grilled  guttersnipes,
   Not to squeeze runny nose and runaway,
   Perchance met by chance,
   Sangfroid song is sang by heart,
   Just an air...

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