Long Flyaway Poems

1)The Awakening 

I know when fantasies became boundless,
it was the first time I sat on the pier;
Bellowing aqua swells rolled in endless
the ocean’s melody hung in my ear; 

Suddenly the size of a grain of...

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In my dream
Thomas Jefferson pops out a pilgrim
in The Jeffersons family,
proprietors of Chinese laundries
on the best end of Main Street’s forested path
emerging toward Sanford Sons and Daughters Recycling Dump.

Here, midst polyglot stone soups
both informing and...

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Upon reflecting with misty eyes
childhood days of yore
the mantle of anticipatory
excitement mantle I wore
upon advent of December
twenty fifth not quite threescore

years ago knew nothing
about being dirt poor
yours truly doggedly felt sense
of belonging among k9 korp
versus...

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I always knew the cider mill was across the road,
Down a little ways from Grandma's house.
This day, it must have been October;
The afternoon sun was shining hot; 
The side of the road was dusty.
A steady...

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The Showing of The Ankle

Now dashing Sir Giles was a smarmy old geezer
Bold with the women, he knew how to please ‘em
Money no probs and endowed with good looks
It was easy to get into ladies...

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High in the autumnal air the smell of wood burning is everywhere
Folks tidying gardens love to burn forgetting that smoke has only upwards to go
What else is up here, yes, the feel of cold winds
As summer...

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Friday evening flight,
A touch of urgency,
Changi Airport Terminal One.


Check-in smoothly,
Baggage and all,
A trip Down Under.


Three souls plus one,
Baby in tow plus three adults,
An outback escapade.


A commercial air flight,
Departs near eleven pm,
A journey far away from...

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The time has quickly passed away,
I promised myself a poem a day.
It is now time to write the last,
Now I need to really think fast.

What to write, I do not know,
Where on earth did all...

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Magnificent red and blue streaks followed her swift descent over the ridge
Into the bowels of the unsavory graffiti-laden under bridge,
Wild hair girl patriot is how we referred to her here in Elridge.
She is feral, footloose,...

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No sonnet to hold the magic of feeling,
A trembling tenderness in my soul delights –
A shadowing sonnet to reflect the lights,
The beauty, the beauty, of ever believing.
No sadness to spoil the depth of compassion,
A freedom...

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Took our friends to the airport this afternoon,
Don't like them going, but they'll be back soon.
We love having friends who we're comfy with,
Sometimes they are much closer than kith.
Gone to see family and friends far...

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Drawdy Pointe

Flyaway frond hairs wear the breeze
where the green palm nods her head,
and the pelican post's lone occupant
is surveying the fisherman’s empty line.
Across the water in the yellow yard,
a gypsy on loan from Key West,
the...

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Strands of silver, tinsel fine,
Thin, flyaway,
Winged, widow’s peak
Widows’ weep
Bubba, Grandma, alone.

Up the dark tenement stairs
Cross tiny, tile squared floors
To the always open door…
Bubba, Grandma.

Aged, ageless, wiry, warm,
Open arms welcomed long tooth-grin
Gretel’s Grandma welcomes in.
Bubba, Ma.

Steel-...

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Your eyes will pick her from a crowd of ladies,
Her hair,a flyaway,very thin and soft as silk,
Her gaze sharp,and eyelids as if lined with shards of glass,
Below,a dainty nose with dazzling Pandora jewels
That extends to...

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