Long Floodlit Poems

Have you ever played with it?
Even if just a bit.
Or thrown it.
Because you were in a snit.
Did you ever eat it?
Then throw out the pit.
Or caught it.
In your mitt.

Would you yell at it?
In a momentary...

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In the dark she is waiting, 200 kilos of velvet
separating one world from the other.
It was art to her, she was under no pretence,
she was an instrument, and she made the other instruments merge in...

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The Seconds 

[Excerpts]

 
(c) 2019, Anita Lerek
 
 
 
Section 1/4

First Generation - Before the Holocaust 

 
Lvov, Poland 1930s.  Mother, you were a Jewish girl but you were not expected to enter history....

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Santa arrived on our street yesterday
spewing considerable exhaust
while riding atop a parade of firetrucks and vans,
floodlit like a nativity display at night,
full sirens and blaring Christmas carols
competing for my Fetal Alcohol daughter's rapt attention.

Santa rolls...

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A collaboration between Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
 
Where were you when she disappeared?
Is the moment caught in your mind?
Were you nervous as the day neared,
or to its approach were you blind?
 
  ...

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BLUE LIONS & RED DEVILS
 
Against the Blues, they never lost for many seasons,
Red Devils came to the Bridge 4_3 reasons:
They came, they saw, they suffered.
Tho' they bottled it, sarcasm isn't inferred.4

In Stamford's grand arena,...

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Popplecoook met popplwwock on a jacket mending mission to a culinary planet. It was varied and various. The threads that were woven. To entice a frozen omelette to rise amidst the blackness and create a...

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Auto-da-fé at Plaza Major



Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats.
A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine
that failed to quench the civil mob.

Above the birthday cake façade, the pink...

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A pointing stick on a pointing curve is a bit treacherous especially after rain. But if a rainbow is a grinning sky and a moon is not moody then the sun would be a titan...

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Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats.
A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine
failed to quench the civil mob.

Above the birthday cake façade,the pink and cerise porticos,
the heavenly-frocked casements,...

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It always amazes me, the small things,
they come together to make something so big,
a snowball effect, a conglomerate,
that can be repeatedly shattered and put back together and re used.

A mountain is magnificent, but you can...

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A bizarre light show streaked across the sky.
The blinding lightning seemed to explode and electrify.
                    ...

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Flashback to an enchanted time in my life
So long ago forgotten any trace of strife
A dogeared corner to a most favorite page
Four rainbow budgies and an oversize gilded cage

In my youth my dreams ever waiting...

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I can hear the slow
thump and thrash
of a ship's propeller 
churning the dark and see
the sheer black wall
of a hull slide by,
gathering the river in
like a skirt,
then releasing a train
of wakes to run
up banks and...

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A desire sets off
towards a place far inland whose spires
lift like raised pikes on the horizon.
There is always a "somewhere" hanging
in the sky above your head,
an El Dorado, a glistening pot, 
a floodlit dream plastered...

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