Long Due east Poems

The People of the Enchanted Forest 

In times of folklore where many a tall tale told
The town folk spoke of mystic stories so bold
Of a forest, never seen by the likes of any man
Where mystical...

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It was glorious ...

A glorious, glowing morn ...
crimson crept up the sky, as if air-brushed ...
little round globs of fair-weather clouds tiptoed on the reach,
(so as to not wake the moon, laying down its head...

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I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat,
macaroon waves I will sail
Far past the girls and the buoys I’ll float,
maybe spout off to a whale

My crew at the ready but still half a sleep,
I’ll have...

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I've dragged this here bag of gold
it seems a thousand miles,
no rain, no water, no food to eat,
just stagnant pools that look like bile
and a few odd berries . . .

Saw a sign a few...

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It was early, 
The solemn, silent sunrise wrought its
Rays across the untamed land like a
Shorn-clad Delilah.
Dew glistened the foliage
Like undefiled razer blades nestled
Within a mortar's payload.

Morning haze,
Suggestively seductive in its 
Sureness of the divine destiny
Lingered,...

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"Happiness and sorrow ebb and flow like waves upon a beach, 
and I am but a grain of sand."
                ...

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Nothin like a road trip
In the middle of the night
Josh was hitch hiking
Him and his dad got into a fight

How did I find out...
He's my son's best friend
Another adopted son of mine
My love has no...

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Swallowed up somewhere in the South Pacific
Amelia and her Lockheed Electra vanish one day
On July 2, 1937 her last radio contact received
In that time, poor navigation tools at play

In an attempt to circumnavigate the globe
With...

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for Tabitha

The sun wanders westward 
towards the old frontier, 
dragging its heft across plateaus 
of New Mexico. Along Route 
66, a quick toe-dip in Tahoe sets 
Reno aglow. Quicker than that, 
Nevada bucks, bankrupt and...

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Like clover petals

                                ...

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Somewhere partially due east 

Of Hunching Cliff 

On the Jurassic coast

Where the Old Lighthouse

Used to stand it's ground 

Battered intermittently minutely 

Against the wave's and constant tide

With only the steeple rock formations

As any form of...

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-
James Dean an MGM dream 
Sprawls unseen towards the door
Tipping his hat Hello Mama and that 
He shuffles his shoes to the floor

Shakespeare a play McBeth he should say
a dagger towards his hand
His glasses allow...

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"*Oui, the winner, American Beauty,"
yet hail these 'Windflowers' Anemones,
flourished yon 'Down Under', 'Aussiszlanders,
indeed a showstopper for bystanders
of all but Europe, Turks, then South due East.
Breed buttercup, yet, some toxic; no feast,
bold capped to stop at...

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