Long Firehouse Poems

It's 1 AM
And we're making sweet love.
There is a house burning in the distant, cold morning.
You're called.
You rush to the firehouse,
Leaving me cold and empty.
How I wish you'd stay with me.

You throw on gear like...

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They say it's a time to slip in the mud, and begin anew.
Kick off the dust of yester ...
      and put on the dress of Yes Sir! and Thank You...

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When Mortimer Manders collapsed in the street,
his daughter, Muriel, was with him.
Though now seventy-five,
he’d continued to thrive,
in spite of the irregular rhythm

his heart was now keeping.  But this was quite grave.
He hit the hard...

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Dragon went to the mailbox this morn, 
And he came excitedly flying back, yes, toward the house… 
So Now, you should… be doubly, doubly, doubly forewarned.
Yep! Now, you GOTTA know… We’re in for a LOT...

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Resting in Benign Pleasure
By Sy Roth 

They watched me, 
Waiting for a segue.
Continuously gazing at me 
A waxen bowl of fruit
Tantalizing, 
Clinging to my every move
Like lichen on the leeward side of an ancient oak,
Like...

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I told my therapist I had a fall back position                         ...

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There is a presence to a Sunday morning,
an ease.  People waiting on line for their
coffee seem more animated, less agitated,
friendlier….almost chatty.  The traffic seems
to get along better too.  No schedules demand
cut throat...

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You respond to the call twenty-four hours a day,
you lock up criminals, showing them crime doesn’t pay.
You make our communities and neighborhoods safer,
our chances to live peacefully are a whole lot greater.
You risk your life...

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It was a hot summer
It was a lonely summer.
In many ways it was
Really a sad summer.
Mother with a new baby,
Dad without a job, 
First summer in Connecticut,
Far away from family, 
Far away from friends,
Far away...

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when the tourists go home
someone special sleeps in the hall
most of the time he smells like wet grass
once so full of life, he licked my face
but now, he has become just an old friend
winding my...

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Dance tonightl at the all girls Catholic high school.
Come on join us tonight, we are all looking cool,

New leather saddle shoes, bright, white ankle socks.
Hair high in a pony tails with satin ribbons, we were...

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Almost Gone Forever


I thought she was secure inside her cage,
     as I departed from the shelter and
was walking the short block back to my car,
     when all...

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My grandpa is a real character; he really is a pip,
He likes the TV commercial where the girls all skinny dip.

You can never see them swimming or on the beach just sunning,
You only see them...

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The elves were busy, packing up Santa’s red sleigh for his annual trip.
The year had been busy, as usual, for the residents of the North Pole.
With the last load on the sleigh; reindeer hitched and...

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“ ALL BUT THE MEMORIES ARE GONE “



  I WALK THE FIELDS I USED TO PLAY I LOOK BUT I DON’T SEE 
  IF MEMORY SERVES ME RIGHT TONIGHT NOTHING’S HOW IT USED...

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When the Parakeet increased his squawking
with the noise box ceaseless talking
far louder than the muted city roar.
Then I pondered that curious poem about the lost Lenore
About that bedeviled man and the raven Nevermore
How I envy...

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RUN OVER

a child’s mind at play
with the words
“he was run over by a mack truck”

his books flew as he crossed the street
from the public school not far away -
a most busy street.
did i say there...

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December 14, 2012

Little pink coat, Mommy holding 
little pink hand, the firehouse
must have seemed a marathon away,
the longest run of their lives.

Skedaddle little pink coat,
miniature uggs flopping,
one size up so they’ll 
fit next year.

Nametags sewn...

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You'll find me in -
Chiltern Firehouse,
a hotel in London, baby.
If you walk down Chiltern Street
I'll be waving from a window.
Look for me in London town.

You'll find me in -
Chiltern Firehouse,
a hotel in London, maybe...
if I...

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Her shocks poured forth like a midnight oil spill,
body buckling like a sapling in a tornado, cracked like a Grecian museum urn. Moonflower extended limb petals, hips arched, limbs touched the nightfall floor. Her firehouse...

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Halloween was favorite
of all kids on the block,
to dress up in our finest
or as a clown to mock.

After Trick or Treat was done, 
then came the bested part.
At the local firehouse,
the fun and games would...

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The winds from a quiet day are brewing

The leaves are dancing as the winds are beginning

Practicing an upcoming evening of drumming

Turning into pulsing shaking pounding

Lights on, lights off electricity lines swaying

Firemen last moments in the...

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Looking back, I cherish the memories,
Of the firehouse and my fellow colleagues.
The camaraderie, the shared experience,
The bonds we formed, will always make sense.

I found purpose in serving others,
In moments of strife, I discovered my true...

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