Long Entrees Poems

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*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak, apple pie with sweet cream. Aces cooks that meal
to perfection...

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Brownian motion writ large...
within small medium 
as light brainstorm doth 
hail forth the following poem.

Across the realm of gray matter
slowly percolating within tissue
composed of neuronal, glial 
and endothelial cells, and although 
there must be biological...

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Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite...

induces idyllic reverie
delight evoking similar surge,
when skirting, and eluding 
fidelity defining the marital law
on par with courting in flagrante delicto.

After reading about 
Greek goddess of love
fancy notion woke whereof
warmth suffused me
snug as...

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The winter of 1621 in Plymouth was harsh as could be,
The Pilgrims were sick and sorry they'd come,
They missed their warm English beds and their tea.
The still ambulatory shivered and shuffled about,
As they grinched, and...

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Chosen to be a perfectionist

all things in order

not out of order

the pantry is orderly

the shelves are amazing

the dishes are placed

neatly arranged with a homemade cake

perfectly amongst the race

clean clean clean away

no time wasted, non-worried faces

this...

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She Simply Said

I'm no model...
I do have my moments,
When the mid-day sun 
Compliments my masculine mask—marvelously
And my mug is admired
So when I asked her
What does she sees in me?
She simply said, "It's the way that...

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A true story.

Here I was,
23 or 24...
Classed an "Executive"
NYC Dept Store Chain,
"Executive" label meant
I could work overtime
For one half of my normal salary...
But a fool sees stars
Where he should see crime

Promoted "Furniture Buyer"....
Big Ticket spot....
They...

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To the lady I served dinner to on New Year's Eve: It was the New Year, but nothing seemed new about it because I was still delivering plates with a fake smile and a shortening...

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Jack London's home across the Bay,
Now crossing the Golden Gate.
Walking through Fisherman's Wharf,
Smelling the entrees as you pass restaurant doors.

While ships passing along the way,
Fishing boats pulling up to the dock.
Crabs are snapping at your...

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" Maple Syrup and Wild Berries ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 9)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29 / Job 35: 11)


Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are...

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While ambling down the boulevard,
I spied a swanky canopy.
As member of the avant-garde,
The classy bistro suited me.

When greeted by the maitre'd,
I nonchalantly said, "Just one."
He smiled and nodded graciously.
My gourmand venture had begun.

As soon as...

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while playboy hallucination at my male member does yank
key mud hood dill, where reality doth usually tank
with muss elf feeling prick 
   sans figurative or real shaft shank

   quite the opposite...

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The blog, 
I sweep away poets 
As if I were a blackened abyss amongst the fog
Do not summon my presence
For I am the your blog

I am here for your life
I am worse than smog
I am...

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mirrors refract of blue, grays and greens
molded together, patchwork of leans
drowning withouts more than floating withins
mindsided promises, neglectful of ends
dripdry conundrums in, neat stagnant rows
labias monotonous, pink ugliness grows
necrofeelya coagulants, defy deadbeat hearts
knooseful riddance, mattressinal...

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I think we are all drummers – 
of course, drum musicians know
that drumming is not just pounding
on the skins (well, vinyl these days) – 
there is also, soulful brushwork, and
finessing of symbols...not everyone a crash;...

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I used to be teen suicide, less full of myself
to wonder a future unknown borrowing a want 
of perfection in strength of movement, a posture of 
glazed movement, gymnastic skills of love, purposeful of 
thought...

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Change
I used to be the mother
        who entertained.
I used to be the mother
who made spring rolls
and stuffed clams
and fancy entrees
        for...

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Three dogs at the groomers, three hours till there done
go out to eat lunch, have Italian tasty and fun
Entrees served, cell phone rings
Kublai's eye bleeding, doggie bags they bring
Get Kublai to the vet, has pulps...

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Chaos reigns, oh, such a sight,
Kids are screaming, parents feuding fight.
Turkey is spoiled, oven's on strike,
Lightning struck, there's no light.
The Bliss is so forlorn
The Bliss is so forlorn

The dog pissed on the presents
One of many...

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Some folks like food that’s smooth to touch their lips;
which does not come in chunks or crunchy sticks.
They take their tea in leisurely small sips
or eat ice cream with lots of tiny licks.

I rarely ask...

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Daylight slants on a promenade
in multi-layered glimmering;
I navigate your way
while walking with the breeze
to nibble loving desires,
like the pile of white china
illuminating a sidewalk café.

The flicker in those earl-grey eyes
mirrors a glassy daylight,
becoming restless and...

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P-   Poetry Soup is like a buffet sideboard
O - Offering tasty treats, nostalgic and informative
E -  Experiencing entrees from around the world while
T -  Tweaking our own creative fare and making
R...

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