Long Earthenware Poems

The Lord is faithfull.!
Thesselonians ch 3 v 3-5

Jerimiah in the midst of the rebbelious people, had taken
Note of a sobdrly clad 'new group to his awareness' he made
Enquiry at the market stalls, and was told...

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When Grandma died, I found some things

                         Gifts midst tears that...

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Otter trance dance meets mice, worms and soups

A single iron is fed up with flattening material. In fact it has spoke of breaking. It considers such actions as pointless and therefore fruitless. And creases are...

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Shucking Evil In Favor Of Good...
(courtesy of tasseled colonel corny maise aye aire)

Challenge more difficult than threading
camel thru eye of needle, hence catchy title
scotched, and I aim to endeavor and steer
away from task surpassing 
defying...

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Balmy january fifth two thousand twenty three

pardon moi as I self plagiarize
with slight modifications
cuz following words written
at least an Earth's orbit ago
exhibits pearls of jocularity.

I ran than jumped high
into the upper atmosphere
like a faux young...

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The battle between body and spirit

Housed as I am,
in this earthenware vessel
I witness,
the raging between body and spirit.
My mood- sullen and morose,
a telling sign-
a flashing indicator-
pointing to a weakness in my will,
a slow debilitating decline...

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The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze....

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Sojourner to far-flung climes;
When you return,
Will you remember the evening songs
Chorused by chirping under the baobab tree?
Will you still remember the fame of the great hunter
Whose courage put the forest sprite to flight?
Earning him the...

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for Eric Mottram: 1924-1995 (not because of any debt, felt or incurred)*

one stroke a point
leftstroke bent
hooked
two a cover man

man enter eight borders to cover ice

table receptacle
knife strength
wrap spoon basket
box ten to divine
seal cliff private
also mouth...

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Sojourner to far-flung climes;
When you return,
Will you remember the evening songs
Chorused by chirping under the baobab tree?
Will you still remember the fame of the great hunter
Whose courage put the forest sprite to flight?
Earning him the...

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Prayer of the afflicted

Dear Lord, 
God and Father 
of all tender mercies,

Please allow me 
to beseech you 
in my time of affliction,

I know Dear Father,

that you care for
even the sparrows,
how much more so
you care for...

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The keys to a duck monument are timely hidden by an egg basket. Egg baskets can play marvellous games of ball in the high season when the brilliance of the sun passes through the earthenware...

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Of Laurius' Rancho San Luis Ore,
a distant place, Don Jose now spoke.

"Margarita now speaks of traveling to Luis Ore tomorrow, Don Huerra."
"Is that true? it seems I've arrived at a most auspicious time. Perhaps you'll...

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Like a goat
watching her kid
boil in her milk,
My how Sister Job's heart
must have ripped.
Clasping her breast
and beating her head
when she discovered
her children were dead.
Then searching for shelter-
some place to hide to mourn-
somewhere to cry
And finding...

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Invincible craving for the relish from home, 
Laughter in deep dimples sets as lava, seats silently with desires.
 Mother’s medicines rejuvenate,

Food, Bring them from Africa.
Especially from Mami’s kitchen, 
Where the aroma helps develops patience, 
The...

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I ran than jumped high
into the upper atmosphere
like a young frisky
buck naked and bare
no matter weight of world
and personal woes oppressive,
yours truly shrugged,

(she loves you yea... yea... yea...
think Atlas) "faking" without care
free, able, ready, and
willing...

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Let me tell you a story about two friends
and all the wisdom this story lends

two men play checkers every day
each hold in their mind memories that stay

both are widowers living their final years
they keep in...

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Now Dona Rose thinks peon bowls are for
the lower classes- priest is making joke.
In mind, with "pobres" she would never yoke.
Don Jose gave his wife a mild rebuke.
His disapproval he now doesn't cloak.
Such attitude's enough...

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A caption is not a utensil. And highly recommended is the hiding away of the ladles at this time of the year. Frankly it is most often spoken of but never delivered. Delivery deliberations deemed...

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She cooks fish and rice,
her unfolded hips
pushing all into place.
Oils, and aromas,
train buds to lap at shadows.
The marl of her hands
turns bowls of smoke
into lemon and butter. 

I won’t get to eat the spiced Mackerel,
but...

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Freezing Monday, your fingers are numb
Hurry on home to the fire and Mum.
Walk in the back and sniff the air,
The smell of lovely Cottage Pie is there.
Come home on Tuesday,stomach rumbling,
Mum's made a pan of...

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Truculent trucks advert young minds; raging down roads breeding new gods as pompous, glitter covered idols carved from primordial blades of fear. Meanwhile pious pieces of magnesium stone get chiseled out of focus, branded by...

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Buckaroos wave in the wagons into a corral, circle of
Conestoga wagons mixed with covered wagons 100 count,
Next to the butte, a springer delivers calf alive; compadres cheer wahoo!
Exuberance looking at large remuda, choosing each a...

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A button collection in an old tin can
A dipping wax model we made of our hands
at the Renaissance Festival, one day in fall
The first sound of Mozart in Benneby Hall
A love note gone crumpled in...

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A timed lesson in diameter of dialogue is akin to eating a vast amount of bean. But buttering a heron should never really be performed in a new moon. So hesitate not by the tropical...

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