Long Fluffing Poems

I was an avid, lifelong book lover, and I could read forever and a day,
Like the pleasing, scented lilacs, always and forever blooming in May.

Though my house was very disorganized, I would read where I...

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That furniture at Grandma’s house has never had a;
Behind, sit down directly on it-
The plastic had duct tape overtop
Where something sharp had pierced a hole
This sofa, that had lasted 30 years… unscathed.
The sofa also had...

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"True sanity entails in one way or another the dissolution of the normal ego..; the emergence of the 'inner' archetypal mediators of divine power [struggling with others; not against], and through this death a rebirth,...

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The walls were made from old slats of wood,
That permitted the sun to prod through the gaps, where it stood.
Rows of wooden seats made in the same fashion,
Created by an artisan that seemed to lack...

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The sugar maple and the oak hold tight their leaves, 
   barely green, yellow tinged lines sway in the breeze. 
The plum glows in a deep dark purple dance 
   feathered...

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Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote...

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Before times were hard, they were simple.

The dew bloomed in your 6AM eyes
Your heart was a candle sat on a cottage table kitchen
But hearts aren’t meant to be kept inside cottages
Or barnside silos
The wax dripped...

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Goose and purple i saw it strung up in a window in chicago
I saw factories written in your eyelashes and hair and industrialization vomited 
Limp and edible bruised and calling
Geese sing every morning and they...

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Musing with Caren Krutsinger’s musings. I love
our dear poet’s imagination. Thank you, Caren
for allowing me to use your poem and a few phrases
from your poem. Used poem by permission.

My Food Flees from Me

Caren,

A creepy thing...

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Valentines Day always found me quiver and bowed over

Ring with no feather in my cap only envy
at handsome man drakes with bucks,
who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly
aligned in arrow emitting clucks
fluffing their respective tail...

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To Hellie's credit, she had rightly judged...
for, all told- the young man was quite shady
so from her guard-post she would not be budged
for she was most loyal to her lady

And when he cooed and whined...

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There are Angels in Heaven, that haven't any wings.
No miracles or visions or any of those things,
that Angels are said to do, to help us along.
But, these wingless Angels, they sing the sweetest songs.

As they...

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Ring with no feather in my cap only envy
at handsome man drakes with bucks,
who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly
aligned in arrow emitting clucks
fluffing their respective tail feathers amidst
loud squawking out quacking

establishing pecking order like...

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An Ode to Turkeys
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

I
There was a time, year one thousand A.D
U.S. turkeys faced a brand new plight.
Usefulness seen.
Native American's hunting delight. 
The white meat of a turkey is...

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2200 E High Street
Pottstown, PA 19464

Upon making a purchase,
yours truly murmurs bonjour
to the man/woman clerk
manning cash register,
(perhaps another day)

maybe soon as tomorrow
January twenty four -
two thousand and twenty,
I will explore
Moonlight madness sale

fifty percent off all...

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One night as I was trying to fall asleep,
getting all comfy underneath the cotton sheets,
all's I could hear was the ticking of my clock,
everyone asleep except for me in my pajama frock,

Tossing and turning was...

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If I were a seagull I would live near the ocean,
you would never see me in the city begging; 
oh no, I would be drifting on ocean breezes,
hovering on waves and plunge diving for...

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An oddly-shaped Thanksgiving bird:
   quirky 
   turkey

What we call Grandma's mashed potatoes:
   dreamy 
   creamy

How she adds volume to the main side dish:
   fluffing
 ...

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I am much cuter than those squirrels.
I see them in the morning when they
don’t think anyone is watching,
primping and posing and fluffing
those tails, rubbing their teeth on
the maple leaves to shine them,
rehearsing their inane chatter.
I...

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when you kill the fat chickens
to fill your big bellies and pet kittens
please keep the feathers for me

I crave to craft some strong and long wings
that I should fly to those deceased things,
sweated for, but...

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Suddenly Swans

It was not 'suddenly swans' anymore- just one
lonely lady swan, bereft with a broken heart.  
Her mate was gone. Swans stay together for life; 
much like humans, miss and grieve over death.
She had...

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never too many times

you probably shudder
as you read my words
but hell hath no fury 
like a Christmas frenzied
sparkle covered, mother.

decorating the house
it groans under the weight of tinsel
garland and strings of lights
from room to room...

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 Wind whispers through fingers 
of ebony black pinions
Head cocked to watch me 
as he drifts past my eyes

Apprising and appraising
My place in his dominion
Head cocked to watch me
As he effortlessly flies

To a graceful landing
Atop...

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The bathroom lacks your spare change scattered,
and my bank account is no longer flattered.
Your socks are no longer sprawled on the floor,
but everyday entails a greater chore.

There's certainly far fewer dishes to scrub,
but there's no...

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I came to the cemetery on Christmas
        in my night dream
    it is snowing big fluffing snowflakes
everything is white foggy and enchanting
   ...

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