Long Escrow Poems

Circa February 12th, 2122 ~ 10:30 PM

Equals twenty one thirty 22:30 military time
future time traveler looks back one century ago,
oceanic waterways overladen with green slime,
yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd,...

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Future time traveler looks back one century ago

The following poem tweaked 
courtesy original author who crafted
literary endeavor some couple years ago.

Now circa August 20th, 2122, 
or 1930 military time,
yours truly attempted 
drafting id est feeble...

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Future time traveler looks back one century ago

I exhibit health and virility at one hundred and 
64 years astride planet earth, whereby spouse,
(who remained married to yours truly for about
one century – which elapsed in...

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Mediocre son (me) crafts letter to his papa

Impossible mission to escape end of life woe
visit courtesy grim reaper 
inevitable for every mortal,
whether he/she alive
yesterday, today or tomorrow
quintessentially senescence tabled
upended wrested status quo
belief, dogma, faith...
(i.e. Unitarian...

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I Believe in the
Virgin birth of Christ.
I Believe in Christmas.                         ...

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THE EYES OF MY REFLECTION

March 6, 2014 


Reflections
Tell stories
yours and mine
the eyes of my
reflection sees a refection
Peering out of
the glass or bouncing 
off ripples in clear water,
my eye's see the eyes of
my reflection deciding how
to...

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THE EYES OF MY REFLECTION


Reflections
Tell stories
yours and mine
the eyes of my
reflection sees a
Reflection.
Peering out of
the glass or bouncing 
off ripples in clear water,
my eye's see the eyes of
my reflection deciding how
to transmit. 

The image that...

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Students their little burning harmonies | you compos’d it 
One single gallery | public arras blasé debate re-placed
Sheets just- | cool on clothesline whiskered with wear.
Variousness was it| trusted its core | bayou, brilliant books
In...

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Humans Live For Adventure & Mystery
That's Why GOD Keeps Some Things Under Lock & Key
(Eccl. 3: 10, 11)
So, We'd Search & Seek & Survey & See
& Either Answer, 'At Last!' ... or Say, 'Enlighten Me'...

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Roguish reincarnated ribbing raconteur...

Ruminating, while rustling, and roping
regular riff raff galore
with deliberate intent tomb ache
mummy dearest laugh
till she falls down Mariana Trench
deep down on zee sea floor,

where tears trickle thence pour
down her cheeks
causing flash floods...

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Late morning today (February 17, 2021)

I (accompanied by missus)
drove to bed bath and beyond
Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania
off Chemical Road location for naught.

After arriving
at said destination alas and alack
with intent to purchase:
ZeroWater®
10-Cup Ready Pour™ Pitcher - $17.50
and...

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Bajillion years after proto humans experienced woe
countless figurative early Brady bunched bro doggie
dimples encountered necessity to escape cohabitation
(marital covenant alien), yet quasi marital brouhaha
ofttimes witnessed altercation begetting re: thorough

out baby with bath water phenomena, which...

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The funeral cars. lights on, were moving out
across the much familiar travelled road,
a stronger male, the coach. was digging out
his P. O. box  ~  "is moving from the flood!"

The elder in the ground,...

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Santa lost his “NAUGHTY or NICE” list this year, 
What happened to the helpful elves he hired?
Which SPOILED children will exuberate in cheer, 
which one of his elves will ultimately be fired?
What kind of devised...

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by Michaelw1two

 Thought, how resounding it is,
 now that everyone is thinking
 mentation drums as mantra,
 at once each considers linking
 reason deemed illogical,
 blessed now with national rethinking
 purpose gathered within this storm,
 save...

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Graceful predator perched on the precipice of woe
Your satin crown, ebony feathers cannot camouflage mision of misery you'll sow
Your balmy wings caress as dark shadows grow
You sharpen your talons lethal grasp your helpless prey to...

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I’m not certain when it happens.
When the high fidelity stereo of a youthful past
Drowns in the monophonic static of tomorrow’s responsibilities.
When cowboys and indians or cops and robbers
Become traffic tickets and the politically correct, Native...

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I
Today, three years too late - almost - I read a short, insightful article by Daniel Henderson ("Holy Spirit ... Come? Or Control?" 2019(c) Daniel Henderson). I am so thrilled. I have good help in...

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A trilogy of love: bared, shared, pared
Lust's shallow wave crests, cascades, crashes
Deeper, emotive swells rise, rumble, release
Conflicting currents form rip tide tugging, tossing, tearing

Amor's undulating rhythms pulsate
Low tide, latent fantasies surface ego to ingratiate 
High tide,...

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Looking forward has blinkers fitted, to obscure the past.
Looking back has the future switched off, a tired play by retired cast.

Dreams ignore reality, littering your future with nonsense plots
Drawing threads from past, hope and fantasy,...

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Marlene Dietrich was Berlin-born, but she despised the Nazis.
She studied violin, theater and poetry.
Her dreams of being a concert pianist was over when she injured her wrist.
She got her start on the stage in a...

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Nature's, anesthetizing beauty held 
tightly in escrow
'Til on tendered form its heavenly 
charm can bestow

Fair maiden strides through 
manicured meadow
In her lovely essence, the enchanted 
flora doth wallow

Overhead, azure canvas paints a 
regal halo
Her satin...

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 quinzaines 

She dreads the trips to Shiloh.
Does God even hear?
Does He care?”

The man cares for her deeply.
“Is not my love more
than ten sons?”

Her rival pokes injury.
“Woman, what is wrong,
arms still bare?”

With zeal she reshapes...

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KILLED BY GI JOE

No now longer do feel low
Tide started coming in slow
And could feel its flow.

Seeds we had planted below
Sprang up and started to grow
Party we did through.

What was now in our escrow
Which one...

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The souvenirs of love from long ago
are weighing heavy on my mind tonight;
my memories of when our love would glow
with fire and passion and the world seemed bright.

The newness of our union did create
the souvenirs...

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