Long Divots Poems

To: My Grandpa
~1918-2016~

Grandpa was sharp as a whistle up until the very end. Old age and time passing just took a toll on his poor body. Ninety eight sure is a long life to have...

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For few days between the shaking and shattering of my consciousness, 
The soft arms of Silence 
Wrap around my aching torso 
And pretend to soothe the ever-rapid
Battering of my heart. 

In those few days, 
Between...

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I come before you, proclaiming you're Brother
Or Sister in Christ's death, that Eve was our Mother
Though you claim (in faith too) that my Truth’s your falsehood!
If all faith’s just faith, how can we in our...

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The Storm  by Jennrut

Soiled

Drum drum drum drum...
A pained, wet leaf 
saturated by the storm's reverberating  pressure.
Compacted, 
Smothered by heavy soil which consumes it
Weighted by shadows of familiar clouds. Deadening, 
Rotting. 

A Reprieve 

Unable...

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“The Clock on the Wall”

That clock! The clock with cruelty, unmovable.
Telling time to be forever in motion.
The ticking, a deafening sound. 
Marked by grime. 
Yellowed by generations, grown digital.
By generations choosing to be illiterate.
The face,...

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Wind-swept and sun burnt alone on the fairway 


he fusses and frets with his lie; 


he's been here for ever commanding the course, 


ever since you and I were knee high. 





Golf is his passion,...

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11/21/16

Just a snippet
Made out in the land of crickets

You either did or didn't
Put forth the effort, time and commitment
Above and below the ridges
Hits and misses
Pushing it to the limits
Got to take care of business
From the...

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...to my grandfather, Charlie Hebert,
   with respect and affection  RIP


Wind-swept and sunburnt alone 
on the course he fusses and frets 
with his lie; he's been here for ever 
commanding the links, ever...

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...to Charlie Hebert, my father-in-law,
   with respect and affection


Wind-swept and sun burnt alone on the fairway 
he fusses and frets with his lie; 
he's been here for ever commanding the course, 
ever since...

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...to Charlie Hebert, my father-in-law,
   with respect and affection


Wind-swept and sunburnt alone on the fairway 
he fusses and frets with his lie; 
he's been here for ever commanding the course, 
ever since you...

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...to Charlie Hebert, my father-in-law,
   with respect and affection


Wind-swept and sunburnt alone on the fairway 
he fusses and frets with his lie; 
he's been here for ever commanding the course, 
ever since you...

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...to Charlie Hebert,
   with respect and affection


Wind-swept and sunburnt alone 
on the course he fusses and frets 
with his lie; he's been here for ever 
commanding the links, ever since 
you and I...

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Sobbing
Swallowed by the darkness
Praying for a light

Waiting
Waiting
And passing
And yearning

The moisture of the ground, the divots of age
A nasty crunching sound as I walk into the black
The wet crunch of my forehead meeting the wall
A wall...

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...to Charlie Hebert, (RIP), my father-in-law,
    with respect and affection



Wind-swept and sunburnt alone on the fairway 
he fusses and frets with his lie; 
he's been here for ever commanding the course, 
ever...

Read More

...to Charlie Hebert, with respect and affection


Wind-swept and sunburnt alone on the fairway 
he fusses and frets with his lie; 
he's been here for ever commanding the links 
ever since you and I were knee...

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London
Past meets present meets future,
Smoothed pavement meets uneven cobblestone, water filtering through the divots accumulated from consistently dull weather days,
Tall buildings, cathedrals, skyscrapers, each holding different people, stories,
Short buildings, flats, pubs, filled with red-faced arguments...

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A strong passion of mine in recent years 
is being on a golf fairway...
Its a place as other golfers would agree
is an escape from stress of every day...
Its definitely a whole new kind of stress
but...

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“Objects in the mirror are not as close as they appear”
Should be stenciled on my mirror of life as I look back at the years
Seems like only yesterday I was just a little boy
Filled with...

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There are wild horses in the heather;
their neighing follows the wake
of hewing wind-wraiths.
The ponies are hardy and stout, they go
in and out of the clouds, slip through
swale and dingle.

The moors are high. You don't feel...

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Another dreary journey down deaths highway
The daily life of cursed work
Outside Glasgows fair kiss
The free tv shows views as cars driven by the undead squeeze past
The grubby bus window that no one seems to use
All...

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With Careful Spoons

Your perfume essence speaks of lazy afternoons under sage trees.
You kissed my bent neck with a pointed snake of sweet saliva eyes.
Now we are twisting inside my slow tilted bedroom with creep shoes.
Your...

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Wake up! You awake to cliffside turn-tables--mountains crumble into the divots of the record; mountain goats float upon ethereal notes. They bleat in conjunction with dusty LPs. Soon enough, cities rise from the mountain passes,...

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Las Vegas, Pigeon’s Paradise!

At the Angel Park Golf and Country Club
The pigeons sported neck scarves
Of iridescent iris, white and blue
As they hoped with expectations
Around divots in the turf,
Now filled with sand and seed
By a golfer's...

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three ducks paddling
300 yards, dogleg left
                           ……..no short game

a...

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Lame lyrics of lost love penned by sweatered sirens
deep as divots, shallow as puddles
Doesn’t teenage angst get old by the time you’re thirty?
I’d think so, yet the lackeys lap it up like maple syrup
I derive...

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