Long Drabness Poems

(alternately titled: idolizing childhood's end
today April 25th, 2021
generates elusive warm treasured memories).

Akin to significance my eldest sister
felt toward her “Willies” –
(totally tubular fuzzy bendable contrivances
analogous to an outsize pipe cleaner)
until she became a tweener
my Matty...

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My old life seems monotonous to me now, but I allow it was fine then,
As cobalt skies allow warm butterscotch rays, to linger in the glen.

I worked through those golden days, but most evenings stayed...

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Before I tramp the course of my cause,
A family indeed we were, I and Kole
But I short of years from the other.
Only by words we keep memory of
A deceased mother like morning dew
Sought for by...

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Mona-Lisa Frowns


No darkness, drabness or sadness; could ever 
depress or compress Mona Lisa's rainbow smile. 
Because, Mona Lisa has the most expensive smile 
on planet earth and planet smile.

But now, 
when Mona Lisa is been...

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In this moment
Of sheer damned damage
I grasp it
As if I owned it
It's devasting tragedy
It's underwhelming overture
A symphony of sadness
Bringing a drabness 
To a whole new light

For your eyes
Enter surprise 
Everytime an Eden dies
Paradise is lost
As...

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I can't really think of a number.? If seems almost irrelevant
Now.' It well might be? plus twenty million, if the lawyers
Get involved? anyhow.' For giving wrong terms to your
Prisoner out of 'context and reason' to...

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GLIMPSE   OF   HEAVEN



She once said, “Heaven is in my eyes,”
And to me it was a mystery what she meant
Until one dreary city day spent
As heavy rain poured from the skies

And then...

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Be happy 
For the peace of mind
Be scrappy
And celebrate to go blind 
Of the joy you've find

Never permit 
The drabness in your situation
Never admit 
It could stoke up your reason's activation 
To drive home happiness...

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How do I love thee...like sparkling diamonds
that promise undying magnificence, 
a sky an intricate lace gilded with stars at night, 
pulling my soul into depths of wonderment.

How do I love thee...like a garden in spring,...

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Grandma’s Vase

I remember the old yellow vase
that grandma kept on the kitchen table
she filled it each day with flowers she cut
from the beds in the backyard garden

in spring it held purple hyacinths
Filling the house with...

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Hey, unwelcome monotony...
my moods are darker than the Squawk's melody;
all the swans have deserted the nearby pond...
will another thunder shake trees and ground, 
making the rest of the huddled geese in grief
flee to a calmer...

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A Distant Train Whistle

Everymorning’s Chores


A baby cries, a distant train whistle blows,
sounds of morning building momentum.
Bacon sizzles, plates clatter, knives
clink “tinilly” together, nostrils twitch
awakening recalcitrant sleepers.
Sunlight peeks through window slats,
slashes of yellow paint across the...

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You know
i'll be your bed
when you are red
and overlooked like an unintelligent nerd
I’ll be your bed

You know 
i’ll be your sweetheart,
when everyone sees you as a sweating rat 
I’ll be your sweetheart 

I'll be your...

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Bougainvillea

Beneath the ashen cloudless sky
the rain subsided to reveal
a plant is budding from its womb
with many colors  to behold
of orange, pink and peach or white
 the cerise petals paper thin 
they cling and climb...

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Spring semester has started.
We’re all immersed in the ritual of change
and totally committed to that descent into madness
to the relentless drabness, the flatness, the blandness
for the hours, days and weeks of study
and a bone-deep fatigue...

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Drabby Friday is quickly approaching,
steady raindrops are unwelcoming;
more cheerless than a fluttering robin
finding refuge in the cathedral's spires
that cannot reach the swollen clouds,
I trod the wet cobbled streets of London! 

The heavy tread of my...

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In deep dark caverns flowed her lush hair
coats crystal lined caves with sunlight flare.  
The golden honey that draws a bear 
your gold flecked eyes, its color will dare.

The blue of your eyes melt...

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I have some photographs in black and white
which show my life when I was just a child.
That bygone era long ago took flight,
but pictures of it in my mind are filed.

How fitting that my photographs...

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I feel the rustling and swaying of the rack.
Pushing past the green, yellow, and blue;
Dainty hands grab me from the back.
She had a smile upon finding my skins red hue;
When she rung me up, and...

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With lockdowns and fear the past year was drear.
Today it is dark and dank and dripping,
slate grey. The sun refuses to appear.
Wild winds have eased to drabness as nothing.
Winter solstice offered little of cheer
with moods...

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Never Look Back

It was the poverty of vision that got to me, the drabness of moving
from one home to another. I wanted sunlight, not the dim light that 
shines from a basement`s kitchen window.
Fled, sought...

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