Long Dunlop Poems

We have come to you
Like the sun to the cloud does
Anything you can afford
Please,do,spare us.
We've been under this bridge
even the ants gossips us
Because we share the same meal.
We have come to you
President soldier,Pastor Navy
Money,nuts,fruit-
we'll appreciate!
We...

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My genealogical family tree
was traced by a relative distant,
thus uncovering ancestral names for me,
of some who had seemed nonexistent.

The past came alive in my fantasy world
with visions of settings dramatic,
as I felt myself in scenario...

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This potpourri is a redolent of our sweet memories
When you and I happily shared our love under those deciduous trees
Those fragrant petals and autumn leaves were gathered  for you to keep
Bear in mind that...

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Willow, Willow from 'Hamlet' by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
(Painting By George Dunlap Leslie)


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Pale and fair, she gaily sits awhile, 
As if a lily, but not the child
who seeks her private solitude
and climbs across the...

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Majestic sparkles dot the salty sky like Cubic zirconia.

That would be the wet sky on your left...
no, dear child, your other left...
yeah-yes, that's the one, 
The one placed just below the real Mccoy, 
the one...

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She grabbed at the quarter full pop bottle neck, 
cream soda from Marsh’s,
and held like a truncheon, in the harshest
of voices 
produced an otherworldly sound, GETOUT!!
“Give me a chance” and he stepped forward.
Stood aside her...

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*Inspired by George Dunlop Leslie's painting of the same title

The wizard's slumbering garden 
spins magic with ivy thread.
The lure of this mystical web
snares the beauteous girl in red.

He christens this damsel "Scarlet"
for the hue of...

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It takes planning, a graveled path, herb sets
to create a heavenly perfume

some time around bloom time
excess pruned down by a third and hung.

We see a bit of the hanging God then
in the silky down of...

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I know belamour means lover;
but a flower too is defined.
Webster puts it undercover -
a flower, who knows what kind?

Gertrude Stein penned famous words we've heard,
"A rose is a rose is a rose."
Smelling a rose, our...

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The fairest of all the roses
in the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
this blossom delicately poses,
making the other blooms blush,

In the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
while standing enticingly
making the other blooms blush,
is a beauty gazing at me.

While standing...

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The damsel with the angelic face
Always wondered what lay beyond  the garden wall
Until one day she could not  resist at all
And went inside those forbidden walls to see this secret place

Down three steps...

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Paintings name :  Apple dumplings


I sit here peeling the apples
My mind in a whirl
What shall I make them into
I am thinking as the peel twirls

I am  pretty good at pastry
Shortcrust I think It...

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He is standing on the bridge, the fingers of the clock ticking on
But do I want to marry him; will this suitor be the only one?
Why can he not court me, and in the proper...

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Far from the town and its bustling throng
knowing just where to go,
Sister and I are walking along
a pathway in the snow.

Down by the lake and over a fence
are hungry ducks and geese.
To their clamor we...

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With his back turned he looks away from her
He depends on his trusty watch and waits
Her response will be today, he knows it
He hears them talk behind him, which abates

What did she say, what was...

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Last night's snow a white blanket on the ground
The beauty of it does my heart astound

In coats, scarves and wooly hats we wrap up tight
And venture out to see the glory of the winter light

Across...

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The young French maid pours tea
for the heartless Queen Marie-Antoinette
whose image Dunlop objected to paint...
because he must have hated royalty!


The young French maid dreams of liberty,
although she eats bread and her family
eats brioche': her oppressed...

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That I didn’t get to know Freddie Dunlop better
Defiant  mop of thick white hair - a Thurles face
Slim photographer - single lady – a leviathan in her time
Pictured my youth - talked to me...

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