Long E t s walton Poems

We need to remember our heritage and the reason we celebrate the 4th of July.
 
Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence? Their story. . .
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I: in the 70s

At sixteen, looking through a magazine,
I came across the picture of a girl
whose character was Mary Ellen in
“The Waltons” show I watched on Thursday nights.
Her look was that of mine when I...

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In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves,
Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves,
Unseen feet can sometimes be heard 
Shuffling through the old woods discarded leaves.

For i have seen...

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I am One Woman
by Lori Maria Walton

Dedicated to women who have suffered abuse around the globe who need hope after the tragedies in everyday life, the disappointments we encounter along the way, and the beauty...

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Walton’s Scrapyard

Mr Walton was our local scrap man
He wore a great big hat
His yard was squeezed between 
Two terraced houses
And I was always amazed at that

The yard was full of junk
Rusting scrap
And old tat
Tangled up...

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A fledgling reporter discovered the story of a lifetime
Tim O’Hara came upon an alien aircraft that had crashed
He took pity on the sole survivor who’d committed no crime
Helping him out of the strange orb that...

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Earth's Physician
by Lori Maria Walton

When earth is violently ill,
  breathing laboriously to survive,
Who becomes her physician?
  Where is a medicine that can heal?

Aggressive stampedes of soldiers
   running to misguided missions of...

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Daisies" 
by Lori Maria Walton

Come walk with me among the daisies
Not with the roses, as they have thorns
But among the lucid pulchritude
Waiting with open eyes to the sky
For whom she lives
 
Today, walk with me...

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I wish I were a baggage to abandon.
I wish I were a hold-all to un-hold,
With no handle for some bloke to put his hand on
Or to plant a snotty kiss that leaves me cold …

I...

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The central states, the East, the South
Are suffering from heat waves.
The populace is retreating to 
Their air conditioned caves.
We, in our Skagit Valley homes
Are enjoying Pacific breeze.
The sun is out, we're basking 
In mere seventy...

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The middle east, the north, the south
Are suffering from heat waves.
The populace is retreating to
Their air conditioned caves.
We in our Skagit Valley homes
Are enjoying a cool breeze.
The sun is out , we’re basking
In mere seventy...

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Platonic Spirituality
by Lori Maria Walton

Waves splash upon my mind
Desires flee away with molecular miles
Creating a peace of platonic vastness
For only One can satisfy 

That is you, above earthly matters,
The One worthy of an early morning...

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Got the blues, Baby 

I have got the blues, baby
and they just won’t go away
I got them bad 
these god damn blues 
of mine 
I just finished working out.
..and while resting
 I realized
 that I...

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Chasing the Morning Dew
by Lori Maria Walton

Sitting alone in a world of rhyme
I marvel longingly at the pass of time
Created for day and night
But when watched closely must take flight

Careful not to disturb the balance
Between...

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Crimson Egos
by Lori Maria Walton (2014)

skins gold brown, pale pink, formed before names
religions of submission, sedition, scarcity, and stocks
who created the numbness of your arguments?
egos inflated, lift presidents far away from ideas of peace
creating blood...

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This is the Day She Turns 30
by Lori Maria Walton

This is the day
when she turns thirty
but it is just a day
that nature, in its eternal flow,
acknowledges with a smile at
human constructs,
which are all caged.

This is...

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Hull fair

October and it arrives,
Hull fair is a family thing,
As children parents take you,
Teenagers you go with mates,
As adults you take your kids,
I've not seen in years now,
No grandchildren you see.

In my life time it's...

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Water in the Bronx



Beautiful night as clear as day
Resting, for I am a believer
Can not wake up, maybe it is time to pray
For what I am about to see, makes me shiver

Walton High school, beside...

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This is the Bronx, Walton Avenue, Aunt Vie 
Lived here once. A kind, and sweet, old lady 
Full of gospel; now in the sweet by and by. 
O praise the Lord, she was so long...

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There was once a man named Carlton 
From the city of Walton.
He was big and bulk,
His Hair colored like a skunk. 
There was a lady he could not bear to see,
His emotions towards her, what...

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Exotic Lands
by Lori Maria Walton

The day,
nurtured in the belly of a 
  fearless night
turns and is finally born
clinging to the soft arms of a 
  pretty morning

The sun, dozing on the 
heavy chest...

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Tongue In Cheek

Who is that new upstart 
Yelling on my TV
Where is Archie Bunker?
Let things be like they used to be

And that pretty old woman,
Claiming to have the floor.
Why can’t I hear the news, or
Opinions...

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