Long Flannels Poems

I am going to grow old 
suddenly.
it will happen one day 
while eating peanut butter 
worrying about a lie I told 
thirty-seven years ago 
wondering whatever happened 
to that one special girl 
absently watching but...

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I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She...

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Simple were my tastes as a Hoosier country boy.
I'd heard of the fancy grub enjoyed by the hoi polloi,
But what set my youthful taste buds aquiver instead,
Was a helpin' of Mom's home-baked ham and gravy...

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In twenty twenty-four, yet I vibe like it’s ‘nine-nine,
Still rocking the rhythm, still feeling divine,
I’m a soldier in the game, got my crew by my side,
Like Destiny's Child, we’re ready for the ride.

Ain’t no scrub...

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With breathless haste and trembling hope 
Comes April's long awaited day. 
Flannels fitted, cleats are cleared. 
Bats all polished, heroes cheered. 
The rosters set, the lineups made. 
Dispel all such reproachful pain, 
Of past defeats,...

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You can do this, just cut back your intake, it is not difficult at all
Says the socialist government, most of whom are as wide as they are tall.
If you put your heating thermometer back to...

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In the beginning this boat was bare, 
Greenest with infant's sinless stare; 
Before soles more selfish than sane
Had trodden its dreary derelict main. 

First to blacken its still-tiptop form 
Were kith and kin as is...

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there is this bar i went to once up north
 it is called les pugilist.

 it is a canadian dive bar somewhere
 in the western province of quebec.

  the parking lot is filled with...

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He swaddles me in soft-worn flannels
to comfort my hard-won heart.

He waters me
washed bare smooth souled
with tears of suffering
and joy.

He caves my soundless nights
with dreams from other times
replenishing live imagined memory
as co-arising blind intuition's
ecojustice peace
flows like...

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april starts   clocks forward spring
practice in full swing
nets untangled from their poles
players to contact & enroll
gang mowers greased&oiled
kit-bag dis-embroiled
grass-stained pads   whitened bright
fixture list to expedite

fix sight-screen broken panels
coax another season from...

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The coffee shops stand by the canal
Beautiful scenery and in flannels
All spruced up to put on the show
How wealthy they are we don't need to know

Behind the wall is a back street ginnel
With bins and...

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Scarlets bright 
amber's light 
colorful leaves frolick near 
enjoying the season before they fear
 the arrival of fall 
it's just nature's call 
with radiance comes a chill 
jack-o'-lanterns burn at will 
autumns rustling sounds 
flannels...

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April and the clocks forward spring,
our cricket practice gets in full swing.
Nets to untangle from their poles,
players to call and enrol.

Gang mowers to grease and oil,
the team kit-bag to disembroil.
Green stained pads to whiten bright,
fixture...

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On storm-ripped nights when seaboards crack
And wings of angels rendered black
Are clouds that seethe and boil on high,
The canvas of some desolate sky.
On empty days like shredded rags
Trailed down from mountain peaks and crags
To flap...

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April and the clocks forward spring,our cricket practice gets in full swing.Nets to 
untangle from their poles,players to call and enrol.Gang mowers to grease and 
oil,the team kit-bag to disembroil.Green stained pads to whiten bright,fixture...

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He is out to spread his tentacles
In the face, of combative obstacles,
And dying to end through a tackle
Any unacceptable spectacle 
Between The Rickety and The Ramshackle:
Busy roads he’d started their channels,
Hateful robbers sealing off their...

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Klain oh what a pain
Klain you drive me insane 
without you its like im in eternal rain
what a conundrum i just can't explain 
You can be so enigmatic 
and ing charismatic 
you with you're beautiful...

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The wind has changed
The heat is on
Autumn’s not fallen
Can hear the rush’s song.
 Summer has not faded
Though wind blows cold,
Snow is awaited
Trees with berries bold.
Food for the birds
Before winter falls,
Some trees will be bare
Turning white...

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