Long Dawdles Poems

Schuylkill Valley Encampment, February, 1778

Dearest Beloved,

This letter, penned with nature still enwrapped in winter’s shawl,
Might reach your hands by April, should it reach your hands at all.
Your parcel came this morning, now I take the...

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An exuberant falcon she is, isn’t she? 
Being the aviator of my flight of thoughts.  
Cares less she to heed, whenever in adoration, I 
Do call her for a chat - she is a...

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Written: September 11, 2023
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Don't fret, dear; let's wend off the strife,
Candor your winsome grace—embrace life.
With a smile—arouse your inner fire,
Ignite the magic; cater glamour to inspire.

Revamp your vibes—yield them to radiate,
With the incitement of compassion,...

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Most folks have experienced torturous problems along life's bourne.
Some brooked it with blissful grace, others with venomous scorn!
'Tis easy to be trapped in a seemingly hopeless situation,
Musing, "Will this agony ever end?" with sinking desperation!

Have...

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Cho:
O friends forgive my hiatus that I wandered away
I miss the poetrysoup, and here is my life's lay.

My soul has come to rest at a dismal place
Where the winds no longer ripple the sea
The calmness...

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Watching little crabs scuttle out of holes building fences of round wet sand bricks.

A long necked long legged white crested round eyed sentinel watches a line of pelicans sliding on wind currents  
caused by...

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In the garden of memories, a bloom so divine. 
A mother's love, an eternal lifeline.
Reading the holy book, a melody that dawdles on. 
She was holy and a saint like persona. 

Through her Guiding hands...

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BELLS

I.

Bells has a tingling ring to it,
a jingledy-jangle silver tone.
The tympanic waltz, close knit —
angelic chorus of Christ’s throne.

And Winter parades its magic —
the pure white snow purling gold.
Morgans’ shiver and shake chromatic.
Enchantment’s carol —...

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A chirp and a day dawns and dawdles
My eyes open to part take in its mystery
Oh, blessed me! Doomed to suffer in sorrow
Sin surrounds and surpasses my selfish self

Is my life a ransom- so rugged...

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On the edge she sits, a frail nonentity;
neither bloom nor spirit, nor secure identity,
as forlorn and shy she trembles, a man
asks her to dance, she must decline.

Stuck in a bubble, just missing the boat,
floating past...

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The sun rose again today
Morning birds sang their song
The newspaper I still get
Was waiting on my lawn

The early morning dog walkers
Were giving Fido his exercise
My son yawned and stretched in bed
Rubbing the sleep out of...

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On the edge she sits, a frail nonentity;
neither bloom nor spirit, nor secure identity,
as forlorn and shy she trembles, a man
asks her to dance, she must decline.

Stuck in a bubble, just missing the boat,
floating past...

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On the edge she sits, a frail nonentity;
neither bloom nor spirit, nor secure identity,
as forlorn and shy she trembles, a man
asks her to dance, she must decline.

Stuck in a bubble, just missing the boat,
floating past...

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On the edge she sits, a frail nonentity;
neither bloom nor spirit, nor secure identity,
as forlorn and shy she trembles, a man
asks her to dance, she must decline.

Stuck in a bubble, just missing the boat,
floating past...

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It’s such a simple gesture that we show
to family and friends whene’er we meet;
a simple way to always let them know
we truly care to make this bond complete.

A kiss can come in oh so many...

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THE OPERA OF DUSK 


Theatre of life dawdles on
Beyond that old and crumbling wall,
Where birds and insects come on stage
Dusk relaying a curtain call.

The city of stones pensive dwells
Lauding the show with silent breath,
As shadows...

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Mosaics of orange and crimson
rot with the last migrating duck.
And barren soil, littered with death,
stripped of its grandeur, turns to muck.

Autumn dawdles well past its end,
no longer painting leaves with its light.
And as scarlet inks...

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Weebles wobble
   but they do fall down.

Once without windup whimsy weebles wobble writhing in wistful wiggly wattles,
they bubble, bobble, boggle, bottle and boondoggle coddles and dawdles;
a colossal ensemble debacle joggles and toggles the...

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