Long Edits Poems

"The discrepancies are many, the dalliances are few,
both pitched against one dynamic, lifelong achievement"

Poking through the woods of the Mill Grove Audubon Estate,
suddenly came upon an ivy-covered studio shed
tucked away amongst foliage near Perkiomen Creek,
apparently...

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About Bill Posters and Bill Greenwell

Words not to use in poems

In 1993, I (Bill Greenwell) went on a three-day workshop with the poet Peter Sansom, who co-edits The North, and runs the Smith/Doorstop imprint. He’s...

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“Liber Novus”


Life is read
it bleeds continually
we simply need to stop
and breathe forgive

ourselves for tripping
over misspent thought
too caught up and enraptured 
in the chapters we imagine

we always dream
best beginnings
and tidy arduous ends
unicorns in black matter

Life is...

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Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust

Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost 
some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust".
O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin
with...

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(1A.)
Doomed To Feel That Bite And Hear Serpent's Wicked Hiss

Beyond mingling of Light, Matter, Human thought
reams of coils within darkest abyss are there caught
denied rays emitted by our reddish flame sun
wherein single feather may weigh...

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Thank you for your attention. 
A blubbering idiot’s here. 
After I chose those that can be trouble for me. MY IDOL
just to better me in a conversational given verse.  
As I take note to...

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"The Book According to St Lovejoy 1:3 (Part 1)"

1. 3’s the Number so here we’ll commence
I’ll start moving while the non-believers
sit on their fence
A very little known Chapter, part of a
most significant Book 
all the...

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Redbone, A Mighty Blow Given Night That You Died


He a mighty dog, grandpa just called him Redbone
As big as a hog, he weighed in over six stone. 
Part black bear and part mutt, his growl...

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A Dedication To He That This Old Poet Truly Admires

Hardened was his sad heart when a mere lad-
 Never a kind word, all seemed very bad-
Born a true and strong athlete to behold
 Into slavery...

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Wonder's Mother, Misery

      Digging up the philosophical topic:
      Disputing bliss as the ultimate state. 
      Argues that striving for worthy...

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From my new Blog: ( A Short Page From The Book Of Life, Love And Bitter Sorrows )
A Quartet Of Poems, composed in four days...
 
(1.)
 
There Is A Dangerous Sun Now A'Rising
 
There is...

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(The final part of my serial "Do Not Listen" poem. I had written this months ago, but hadn't felt confident about posting it--until now and with a few edits.)

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Do Not Glisten, Child! of my early...

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Seeking Ever The More, Greatest Of Truths

I.

The soul, which like a heart true beats
hers to my love forever weds
singing songs that passions entreat
to invite joy to lover's bed
tho' Fate oft dances as it cheats.

II.

And Spring...

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Vows Of Love That Time And Distance Can Not Deny

Beyond the ocean and high clifftop ledge 
  Across great expanse of water and skies
Two lovers far apart gave loving pledge
 vowing truest of loving...

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Loving A Beautiful Vanishing Spirit

Coming in a flash, vanishing into the night
A mirage or spirit that so tempts me.
Each midnight longing for delicious delight
O' the misery when she races to flee!

Tempting her to stay longer...

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Back When Lost Love, Sent Its Deepest Sad Moans

Once when life seemed to be a bitter waste
love had failed, left its first unsavory taste,
sky had fallen into a hard heartache blue
when misery had a name,...

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This…change in me
This…selfish need, this greed
Where does it come from?
It’s not from above or below,
It’s earthy, eccentric…alien to me, 
And yet it is me!
It is wholly me! Why?
Why has my mind brushed upon this…phase?
Or is...

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There were moments
When I didn’t feel capable
I didn’t know if I would make it
Through the days of hard work
Dedication to the revisions and edits
Assurance that my plan was
Inspiration from God’s wise hand

There were times
When I...

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He holds me in his prison, 
Chained me to the wall. 
I can’t leave the room. 
When I try to leave I fall. 

My first reaction when I learn 
I am so trapped, my headache...

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As I sit back at watch the world become depraved
I think about the one foot I have in this instagrave
The countless angles, of shoot after shoot
Late night edits, trying to find my proof

That what I...

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My owner Jon has bought a bright new shovel
But keeps me in this corner of the barn.
I’m very glad to be here by my lonesome,
no longer party to his wicked deeds.

He used to throw me...

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I could make songs about having hella swag
or clockin dumb cash 
or maybe even talk about a whip with wood on the dash
but who am i going to inspire with tracks like that
money was the...

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In early April the bus from Lecce
				unloads us at the fabled fish market.
				The place is shuttered down, not even
				the scent of chowders past lingering
				in the air. The only hint of June’s
				full fare is one slight...

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And Throughout Vast Purple Range, Visions Cascade Down

No fictive dream deludes for now, so her heart bleeds
And weeping spirit no comfort dares to arrive
She that loved him took care of his earthly needs
Now hides in...

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