Long Ecru Poems

Beddie bye boo ski time for yours truly and/or the missus

Found us abed thee twelfth day
of December, cuz yours truly 
still felt dehydration, physical 
fatigue and soreness,
which possibly linkedin
to using stationary bicycle.

Our bed (mine and...

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It's the weekend (Friday night). Lisa and I are hangin’, music’s playing, and we’re rummaging through my suitcase, for an outfit option, for me, tonight. Call it cliché, but we like going out - and...

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Beddie bye boo ski time for yours truly and/or the missus

(joining "Wynken, Blynken and Nod"
at figurative drop of hat
even if yours truly immediately
woke from his slumbers).

When zapped of energy the sandman doth knock
no matter readout...

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Trompe L'oeil
I use to be so sure of my colors
But now my vision is jaded
Perhaps it is obscured
from the THOUSANDS of tears I've shed

I taught you
the primary colors, RED, YELLOW, and BLUE
The shades of red...

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This bed was never meant for conquest
or desire.

Just for the voice of the humble Sunday rain; 

watching every exquisite drop bubble and scatter across the sun-chiseled paint
of the window seal. 
A vision as comfortable as...

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Music and romance are camarilla comrades,
just like poems are my shield and arrows.
But not all lullabies of lovers,
harmonise like a street choir of angels.
If love resembles the weather,
then poetry is like a snowflake.
Its fragile abstract...

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MY OLD BOSSES FUNERAL 
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS 


Went to the funeral of my old boss
After several speakers I was at a loss
Who was this person they were eulogizing
Kind words and praise was so surprising
I knew...

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I woke up when the roof caved in, the smoke slithered under my  bedroom door
As I Crawled through my Sin, to that bedroom door, as I slowly Lift Myself off the Floor
I look through...

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WHITE

Thumbs up for the whiteness of white, pure, 
natural or gently recreated on a dentist’s chair. 
How beautiful it manifests itself in smiling! 
Would I wish otherwise for me but to 
display it, giggling, in...

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On crimson swells of naïveté, 
Ebbing wings of shattered 
memory,
Ecru mists of blissful doubt,
Blanketed in stars.
Breathless sighs of wine and 
cream,
Forcing silence amidst the 
screams,
Pale reflection drowns the past,
Shelter from the storm. 
Longing for a champagne 
shore, 
Praying...

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Viking Funeral

When that day comes that I will die 
Dress me in the finest clothes
Patterned from ecru silken threads
In contrast with my hazel eyes

As the sun sets west and reflects 
upon the sea so warm...

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The drinks were brought before us,
The rusty pretzels dangle,
Tonight we were exquisitely attired,
Long silk threads and spangles!

Tablecloths in toasty ecru,
Flowers floating in water,
Candle holders lending light,
Loose sparkles; no bother!

The band was playing soothingly,
Strings kissing the...

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silent sea from afar
glazed in admiral and arctic blue
softly shifting to pointilism
as it rushes to the rocky shore
whilst sky in faded ivory and teal
spells prelude to April rain

rugged rocks in wild brush strokes
like dripping ink
of...

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Here
I am here.
...a small weathered grey stone in the middle of an ecru cube
I am, as if woven with willowy white by spider to this chair
shedding my last skins
molting, melting, swelling, crusting over 
a dampened...

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CATERWAUL

A sound unpleasant to the EAR
A screeching LUTE that’s loud and CLEAR
A sound that makes your hackles CRAWL
An EAR-drum pierced by sound wave AWL
A WART, an ULCER; leaves you RAW
No TRUCE, a WAR, against the...

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At Wimbledon, you must wear white
To play upon the courts
And that includes your sneakers, visors,
T-shirts, socks and shorts.

The colour police do not allow
Off-white, ecru or cream
And sneaker soles and laces
Should be white enough to gleam.

A...

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The distant brass haystacks tune on shorn ground.
Vanilla fence posts chime in saffron sun.
Adjacent jonquils trumpet lemon sound
as amber goldenrod and china mums 
in stil de grain complete a trio 'round
high jasmine shrubs, which in...

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