Long Fewest Poems

The date of the celebration
(the second day of February) coincides
with medieval feast of Candlemas,
and its pre-Christian predecessor,
Imbolc, a day also rich in folklore.

An old Scottish prophecy foretells
sunny weather on Candlemas
means a long winter.

The tradition is...

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in order to get back to Eden to live on top of the world
there are a few things from God which need to be heard

here in America in the democratic land of milk and honey
African-Americans...

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Groundhog day 2021 - Tuesday, February 2nd

Coincides with astronomy's cross-quarter day,
marking the midpoint between
winter solstice and spring equinox,
which will occur at 5:37 AM on
in Northern Hemisphere
Saturday, March 20.

Small consolation old man winter
spans fewest days
of all...

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O burgeoning soul of sweet things 
   mellowed to summer's surge,
   with autumn's dim appraisal
   loitered to a final song of ditties,
       the...

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Temporary nirvana (albeit elusive),
nonetheless I strive to access
attaining bliss mine soul bless
exceeding exhilaration winning
(with fewest moves against

deadly opponent) bittersweet game,
where life analogous playing chess
mortality embraced hesitantly, I confess
gnarled, knotted, pitted... old fingers
wrinkled mottled flesh doth...

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Amateur poetry season is over, move closer, its wisdoms time for disclosure,
The takeover, sober, waging raging kosher words….….. Transferred,  
ABC’s with wise syntax, heard and dispersed to the brains synapse, 
Jumping the gaps, from...

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To the God of Poetry

Reclining now, I beg of thee!
But one fervent wish....
That from my pen always flows,
My very heart, my blood and my
very living soul.

Thou art not happy with a shopping list!
Nor, when in...

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Silence is an art
Not mastered by all. 
The secret is to keep your mouth shut,
Even when your universe is in chaos,
To scream with your eyes,
But never your throat,
To write all your thoughts,
Instead of voicing them,
To...

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Have to See Who's Running
     By Franklin Price	
6/3/2015 

Have to see who's running
For president today
There are so many in the race
They have so much to say

About the others running
Just how bad...

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Kim’s words are extraordinary, jazzy and fun.
Imagination conjures up grim reaper and crazy lady.
Makes up words like flutterfluffing. What?

Relies on her grandsons to inspire her missives which are fabulous.
Outstanding does not half-way describe her magical...

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Why do we think… me, me, and me?
Why can’t we even try to see?
Don’t we know it’s all about we?
First we should tend the sick and dying.
Then we need feed the starving and poor.
It’s really...

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Into a Parish Priest.

Horn has always worked the hardest

At trying to become an blowhard artist

And a great poet he soon became

To find all of his fortune and fame.


God as great as He always has been,

Wasn't...

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If my muse leaves me, yet shall I love her
     still; and pen songs and odes of fairest rhymes,
     telling of heights uncommon and rarest climes
to woo...

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Uh, ahum, mmh, erh, yes
I suppose that
More or less, 
I want, 
(if such is fine with you) 
You, my love, 
To kiss me. 

Hard.

Careful first, 
Slowly, now, 

Reckless later
breathless,
All enveloping
Dizzying, wow
A rush to my heart,...

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We think that today is the day of
 our never ending.

Yet every breath we take, 
 we cannot take back.

There will be no carefree,
 meloncholy, trance to escape into..

 So I find it so much...

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Ah, wish I were gone beachcombing...

... among the fewest fondest words
     conjuring up simple, sparkling joys
      in a seemingly pointless pastime
     ...

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Spring is rain, covered in rain.
Blooming flowers and sinus pain.
Need a jacket? Or break a sweat?
No one knows, you take that bet.

Summer is a dreadful time.
Clothing options are borderline crime.
Kids are a bored, dirty mess.
Every...

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Mine is but a sad tale
             Cut off and rendered pale 
           ...

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If he knew,
How much he shuttered me from the Light;
And how little,
He blinded me from all sight.
He would,
Certainly seek some of all revenge;
If only,
He knew I oiled every squeaky henge.

He would,
Come after me non-stop;
If he,
Knew...

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