Long Dash off Poems

I (Samson wannabe) feel aghast at latest turn of events regarding Gaza

Omnipresent grief and horror
abounds toward ceaseless killing fields
impossible mission for me
to summon forth fading magic powers
since Delilah imposter hashtagged,
(and subsequently outed) 
as a mortal...

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Cabin Fever door closes five dollars,
a-Bag Used Book Sale
Sunday, February 23, 2020
hence less than twenty four hours
before avid readers bewail
foregoing scampering across Hillandale
vital poetic proclamation

yours truly doth broadcast,
albeit apologize short notice,
while courtesy warden
at Highland Manor...

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Eldest daughter – I Praise

Twenty two years ago
     December twenty second,
two thousand eighteen
"star student" born
this papa (and most
     likely thee birth mother)
     initially...

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I wrote a great book, part memoir, part novel
Shopped it around, I ain’t too proud to grovel
Got kicked upstairs to a big publishing head
He invited me in, and here's what was said:

This screed you call...

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Rise before the rooster that is caged in neighbor’s yard.

Hitting my knees before I open my eyes I offer up a dream prayer

            of...

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(alternately titled: venerated
uber transcendent state haint give me no lyft)

Ultimate mission (ofttimes possible)
closed eyed insight courtesy meditation
ideally buoys state of consciousness
to naturally induced doze zen realm
disgruntlement arises if yours truly
unaware headstrong winds overtake helm

I invariably...

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Our eyes met across a crowded room
You blew me a kiss and it lifted the gloom
Strode over to me and asked me to dance
I held on tightly – wasn’t missing this chance

The attraction between us...

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Our eyes met across a crowded room
You blew me a kiss and it lifted the gloom
Strode over to me and asked me to dance
I held on tightly – wasn’t missing this chance

The attraction between us...

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“This place stinks, let’s get out of here,
  let’s paint the town and have some fun.”
“Give me a sec, let me grab my books,”
  I would reply and hurriedly we would run. 

Cutting...

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I recognize they spot my back I undeniably do

Running keeps you in shape, when you’re stressing run, and my watch signals time to escape

When the handgun is fired you dash off leaving the opposition thinking...

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Birdsong wakens me at the crack of dawn
I try hard to get back to sleep until the early morn

Heading for the bathroom I ‘tinkle’ on the loo
On rousing I think its something that most people...

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pickle a paper and print paint playfully pointing pins
Knitting needles in a fish and chip shop is about as useful or as necessary as eating a soup with a spade. Dramatic are the arriving interludes...

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(earlier this January 18th, 2019 belatedly
to acknowledge my LX birthday.)

Mine eldest sister
as I continue in the circle game
of life, (ye dear Amelie
McGeehan) darling dame
a modestly lofty poem I aim
to dash off (while riding away
high in...

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In July last, that certain barrier I passed,
I reached the age of seventy at last.
Now then, as far as I am concerned,
Certain things I can do that I have earned.
Retired from work don't need the...

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As my tripping footsteps
enter deeper into the path of intense darkness,
I start feeling the trance of trepidation
and much despised misery 
seaps through me with a sense of admonition;
the night owls cold eyes immovably glare
to confine...

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T railing along a serpentine lane, curiosity allows
H unt of one mysterious journey where  glimpses trace
E vening's silhouette reflecting a dream-like scenery.
 
H eavy vines enshroud an old manor’s archway
A s I peep quickly...

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As the darker days are approaching and it's nearly Halloween  I wrote this poem. . Also on my Instagram account daisymeadows2023.

HALLOWEEN
Lighting up the lanterns all around, 
Witches cackling by the cauldron, 
Can you hear...

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“A poet’s pestilence – dash off from him away!
He is sickness and, because of this,
you, crazy, bring on home the plague
but you don’t know the verse bacillus is. 

He’s garrulous, a tawdry trouble-maker,
plays rattle in...

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I pump my arms, my legs
through chlorinated fluidity,

hopeful of shaping up,
not shipping out.

up and down, side to side.
sinking weights.

still wet, dash off to my car.
vinyl and towels on the seat.

wouldn’t want to be pulled
over, wearing...

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In late hours when I should be sleeping
Peacefully beneath the down duvet
My mind races on and tumbles over words
And thinks of things I've yet to say.

It starts poems running through my head
With endings just a...

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It begins in horror
A common laborer who's skin is stained
    With the sweat and grime of work
Slowly limps through the crowded aisle.

He frightens all who looks upon him.
    ...

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it would have been so easy to squeeze out
neat verses from jumbled random thoughts,
or fashion stanzas pretending profundity,
or dash off lines of serious 
lyrical nonsense

had I taken to heart the presumed propriety
to be aloof, numb...

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.... crawl across
the garden path covered with moss.
Creepy-crawly, completely black.
They dash off there and soon are back.
I was intrigued. Then during night,
from a deep sleep I woke in fright, 
for I was trapped in dreadful...

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