Long Exertions Poems

Those were such happy days, for I had lately been deeded a farm,
My aunt and uncle were retiring, so tillage had lost its charm.

Since they were childless, and to a retirement community bound,
It seemed I...

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Mitchell: At this level, as with the rest, one might also find those who have stumbled down from a higher step on the crystal staircase from dancing too many tangos in their Manolo Blahniks, as...

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If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell...

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Ephesians 2:8 (KJV) “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:”

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It’s grace…

that leaves footprints in the skies,
more than just the shimmer of stars,
more than...

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Hey,come 3rd quarter of each calender year,  it is that time of the year again, 
This phenomenon is headlined in local dailies each day, again and again...

An enviromental situation, all kinds of experts in...

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Such Innocent Madness
  
Listening to KHJ with the Real Don Steele,
playing it straight and loud on Boss Radio, with an
Elusive Butterfly wafting about, inside the tan ’68 Caprice, 
when his secret journey of a...

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A cacophony of cheers
Sand sprays like fireworks
From feet, hands, ball, hair.
Four women, two-a-side,
In a battle for the ages.

A motion of fluidity and a
Knowledge brought forth
From years in the fray.
Sun, rain, the elements,
Just more adversaries

In a...

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Golda and Goofus.

or how a young Baer lost his luncheon and found that man need not live by bread alone.
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because life is limited
men measure the length of life 
using the rulers marked to their own standard;
some cry, some sigh, some worry to death, while others, 
tremble with uncontrollable rage; yet they struggle to stretch...

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The river smells like damp cotton this morning,
the weather has been so complimentary to our exertions
frost invades the nights nicely and soft sunshine comforts our faces in daytime,
we have been averaging 26 miles per day...

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Naked trunks stand sentinel 
In the dead of silence where I was born.
Softly, snow drifts in the early hour,
My First Hour,
Blinding me to the truth of who I could be.
Freezing, bare, I scurry from tree...

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Oh!  Ali , the son of Abu Talib ,
Today I have read your book  ‘’Peak Of Eloquence ‘
And seen your pain and agony through which 
You had gone from bottom to top in...

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Winston has passed on...

She heard him rummaging, turning on taps
opening the fridge, you know, stuff like that
removing her coat, a black felt-like hat
she set the long table and stroked her sad cat
then calling out as...

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All music is relational
Even if the instrument itself is unconscious: 
Like tree leaves in a breeze
Telegraph their praise in God's presence,
Dot and dash an earthy hymn;
Like an earthquake whose rumblings
Remind you that in geological time
All...

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Everything had gone well and the night was still young,
she had made her intentions quite clear,
home alone we're not walking, the drink was now talking,
and the score was one-nil to the beer.
So we flagged down...

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Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday”

me trudging walking
gripping onward forward 
traipsing baxter street monday 
and its steep inclines
going up like a dizzy sparrow
passing vertical merry go rounds 
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts 
that sip spit with...

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'...and then the lighting of the lamps.'
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"And then the lighting of the lamps."
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"And then the lighting of the lamps."
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'...and then the lighting of the lamps.'
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'...and then the lighting of the lamps.'
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'...and then the lighting of the lamps.'
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O’ fair Adrenaline
Oh, powerful you make me strong;
I can’t do wrong
Beautiful Adrenaline
You got my heart pumping
Got my breath in my chest
I’m just sweating
Biceps protruding bulging;
I stand next to you Adrenaline
Strong
Come
You secreted me
Hormonally
You’re stress,
You take my...

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Nightfall on 
   the metropolis 
Untold millions head 
  homeward 
Tired from the day's exertions 
They slow down and prepare for sleep 
   But the "night people" 
are just starting...

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POEM BY BASHO

We were quiet now,
still breathing deeply from
the sexual exertions of our
late middle age, guided by
the music, gliding toward a
landing through the ambient
haze of unconditional love

The Japanese singer with the
black eyes and hair and...

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