Long Dorchester Poems

I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. 
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul and in that profoundly disturbing darkness, I went searching to...

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WINTER, 1948 [40 Saxton Street]

for W.W

The winter nights that pass now
are so unlike the winter nights
that passed before, that I often
struggle back in those suspended moments
when sleep grapples for a hold,
to once again hear the...

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Like an arboretum, my smile and laughter fills empty space,
tall stand the trees all huddled together like girlfriends on a chilly night ready to share their secrets.
We lay bare our souls, sat on the bench,...

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GENERAL WASHINGTON


Once in command, he boxed in the British 
At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights,
Overlooking the Brits at his mercy 
As his men took aim with their cannon sites.

The British commander had but one...

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(Sir Frederick Treves, Victorian surgeon, has the
following claims to our respect: (1) he discovered
and cared for Joseph Merrick, "The Elephant Man":
(2) He followed the route in Italy of the characters
in Browning's "The Ring & the...

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Hardy’s Cat
The night was cold, in Dorchester,
Fog threw his cloak around		
The old-town’s streets, stood, grave-still,
The living, made, no sound.	
As the church-clock struck its midnight hour
The towns folk, were all a-bed,
Counting the twelve strokes with a...

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"Greater love has no man than this, 
that a man lay down his life for his friends."*

The four men were more than friends,
they were brothers. 
Brothers of different beliefs, 
but of the same Father.

Each took...

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Mary
 Mary Eliza Mahoney 
birth in 1845 an American black child of former slaves daughter of Mary Jane and Charles Mahoney 
at 18 showed interest in healing Humanity 
in 1863 and the New England hospital...

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I am sitting in my Dorchester lair,     
And behind the door I do feel your mien,  
When my poetic muse is in the air,    
You look real...

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Dull As A Disease

I am sitting in my Dorchester lair,
Behind the door I do feel your mien,
When my poetic muse is in apt flair
You look real as life, my amore mia.

When I am surfing on...

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On the outer edge of Kemble
there’s a stone upon the green
where a spring becomes a trickle in a pond.

It seeps and then it flows
under bridges as a stream
towards the narrowboats of Lechlade and beyond.

There is...

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Joanna’s off to London town in this her finest hour’
Ten years of hard labour have brought her to the Tower.
Not the Tower of London where folks have disappeared
But to the Dorchester Hotel to receive a...

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A Dorchester Christmas 

Triple deckers decked in lights
Mostly colors, some just white
Christmas trees all dressed in tinsel 
Glow at night though curtain windows 

Kids with shovels dot the streets
Digging out from Christmas Eve
Some with smiles,...

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I am sitting in my Dorchester lair,
Behind the door I feel your lovely mien,
The time my poetic muse is in the air,
You look so much real as life, amore mia.

When I am surfing on the...

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I am sitting in my Dorchester lair,
Behind the door I feel your mien,
When my poetic muse is in the air,
You look real as life, amore mia.

When I am surfing on the internet,
You are there in...

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