Long Dewy eyed Poems

Those who’ve gone on before me… what I would have liked to have told them – in those unsent letters, those unwritten stories, those unbroken promises, those unsteady poems, those unbleached memoirs – before the...

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"Aliens!" I shouted above the roar of the blaze.

Please rescue us from this godforsaken place
veritable hellscape, where angels fear ingress.

Just then an unexpected pleasant distraction
woke me from induced stupor linkedin to Los
Angeles fires jump/kick starting...

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I remember…

The little girl words falling from my lips,
In whispers and whimpers, coloring
Light in misty feelings, flowing like the gentle
Music, rhythmic, pulsing – revealing
Where sincerity shakes the hand of serenity,
Bringing dreams to the heart of...

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Destined for the hopefulness of dawn,
Dewy eyed, mist like tears forced themselves
From the corners of sorrowful eyes, resting
On the sunrise, briefly elated by the melody –
Music in colors, graceful and blazing,
Never hesitating behind the guitar’s...

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 If I went barefoot for a lifetime,  
shoes would be pointless.  
Toes ate board, concrete, grassland, shoreline.  
Me, Tarzan to pedicurist! 
~
 was poor but didn’t own it.   
~
Text-book...

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Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.

Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant...

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A man sits on a train
Waiting or at least hoping for an e-mail
He stares at the laptop that sits atop his lap
With unwavering concentration

As the train pulls out of the city
The morning sky is shot...

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on the reference of a 
friend who used to be
close, s/he asks the cartomancer 
to come to the house---
as this is not a privilege
often granted to those whose cards
are to be read (so the “reader”
claims),...

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Kindness playing along the smile,
From a heart who bleeds inspiration
In hues of hope, healing, happiness,
Breathless sprays of light and love, laughter
Alive like the music of wind, embracing
Oaks, pines and birch with gentle whispers
Dancing beyond the...

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Mommy and I are watching out the window at the farmer and his girl.
She is darling, with the strong legs of a runner and a birthing behind.
See that hair beneath her bonnet, Mom whispers. It’s...

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the catholic nurse
all sensitive
caring noticing
everything
what can she think
of my hot/cold torment

always near blowing it
living in the fast lane
so friendly kind
the girls
dewy eyed
wanda abandoned me
bolton is in my hands

and yet my coldness
hurts
the more emotional
they stay
trying to...

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My treasure chest is slowly filling up
Silly letters I wrote to my friends
Not passed on to them, 
Thinking, they know what they mean to me
Maybe I should have, maybe I still will.

First love letter from a...

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The Fox  1
Crab holes on the bank….
Furry trap inserted in ,
Wonder blunder ends.

The Fox   2
Thick bushes distant….
Fox nose moves among the twigs to
Get a prey vanquished.

The Fox   3
The fox howls...

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Down by the only lily pond around here
the air is brisk and not particularly subtle
as it blows its windy nose.

It's not exactly a Monet painting
the setting is a little too municipal
and certainly not in winter,
but...

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Dewy-eyed, dragged on
With gaze upon 
Spectre brighter than a noonday
I caught her soul entwined in the web
But lack what to say, like a play

Even with this swift communion of a babe
Entangled in the slying-coyness
I still...

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Big Rabbit Sonnet 
 Giant rabbits are not cute as you think when they 
are in a group then they sneer at us and make funny
noises aping human speech, they live in the forest
across the...

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A distinguished pair of spectacles, selfless and serene, doze snuggly atop a
Proud bureau of  drawers.

A placid fireplace yawns and winks
As giggling embers tango on tiptoes with
Lilliputian logs,  
 haughtily cackling a cacaphonous tune.

Outside...

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Silver stars are dancing—
Oh, the night is for romancing!
Lovers, fate are chancing
and from eye to lip are glancing,
hoping for a taste,
and the blood begins to race.

The water soft is gushing 
on Night’s shores, quietly rushing.
Lovers’...

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My Twin

I have a twin brother who was never born to a great life
He waits till I sleep, ten appears watching a re-run of
“House on the prairie” makes him dewy-eyed, cries
at dawn, I have to...

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When I was dewy-eyed I dreamt of love,
of a kind of love fit for a virgin
for whom romance betrays no vice or sin--
or for God to curse and speak evil of.  
But I, rebuked...

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When I was dewy-eyed I longed for sex,
a kind of sex fit for a male virgin
who lusts for the head of a fair maiden
regardless of what may then transpire next;
but my quest for this sex...

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