Long Fondles Poems

The Good Girl

Penny has always been a good girl, now she is a good wife. She lives in a good neighborhood, drives a nice car, has two perfect children. Her husband is a doctor and...

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Envy in the eyes of sky
At the concentric circles of
Expanding beauty
To disappear from where it rose
Leaving behind
Poems that we read
To be happy

Here water is golden
There it's blue
A domestic lizard falls 
From the beak of a...

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Part 4

this is a big high nine
to all my homies and homers and homoerotics
out there where the pedal hits the mental
as we head off upon a merry adventure
to the 20th century's aftermath party
with a bag...

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Invitations to the Gala
issued by a grave impala
were highly sought out missives 
by the bold and the submissive 
Those omitted uttered curses
shook angry fists or heavy purses
Had they but known that
the price of  admission
was...

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It is cold here, in this waiting place...this place where tears belong
Behind the gates, the iron locks...where sinking headstones dwell               ...

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Colures transposed orbits closed whence derive the rains of rose?
Across million mileage magic and magnitude are striding
O'er holistic horizon svelteness and smoothness are sliding
Meridian framed parallax tamed whither swash the rains of rose?
Spray by spray,...

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Amidst all the false accusations & tensions..
Blessing seems to have been showered 
       infinitely upon her,
Causing an absolute turn within.. by
Disguising her into a solid rock ~keeping herself busy
Engaged...

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Night is looming around. 
Daylight he abandoned. 
I sit near the edge of the pond.
Watching her transform,
her fashion for the night.

As light grows dimmer,
my night vision more clearer. 
Moonbeam fondles the pond. 
A fish reaches...

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When I see a mother hold a hand,
Crossing the street –
Tenderness apparent on her heart,
That’s love.

When I see a husband looking into the eyes…
Seeing a heart, a soul –
Never seeing past the twinkling of light
Sent...

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Finally, she could get down on her knees again, not in prayer but to touch rosemary and lavender which had begun to send its fragrance into the spring and rising warmth in nature’s heart. There...

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I used to dream of Frankenstein
When certain of some future glitch,
Now Donald Trump is Valentine
Of House’s Paul and Senate’s Mitch.

Yes, Trump is monster in this farce
Paul crazy-science, Mitch Igor,
The humor good though logic’s sparse,
Bombastic lies...

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STRAW MAN

The straw man guards a golden field,
His eyes are empty, like its head,
A golden heart shines in his chest. Whose hand
had put this golden heart into his chest?
Can this heart put his body into...

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Apples are the early birds
Each pink and green mixed 
Take us,  put us in place
Yes, you are welcome
Smiles the gold plated goat's horn
The twilight cat meows


I'll hold the apples
Insist the maple leaves
Oranges join them
What...

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He chooses his medium and tools carefully:
It's oil and sable promises today.
He lays it on thick-haphazardly.
He folds then unfolds the unframed canvas many times
into the shape of a woman.
Squeezing out her dignity, 
then reads what's...

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It's like some rotten little joke
That your kindergarten teacher spoke
All of God's things get broke and it's we must fix 'em
The bones in your body, snapped in half
The tree on your house while your wife's...

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BEAUTIES OF MY GARDEN                               ...

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Whether you are autumn sun or monsoon moon
is not much significant for me now
Will you stay the same in your intransigence 
or you will turn a receptive river
that is the point, she said


Now you exult...

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Der TrumpenFuehrer! Der TrumpenFuehrer!
All hail to our glorious TrumpenFuehrer!
To the USA’s newly-crowned royalty
We pledge our complete abject loyalty,
To the great man of history, our Dear TrumpenLeader!

To Der TrumpenFuehrer, Der TrumpenFuehrer!
The truth is whatever he tweets...

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      Numb to sun's torture, scathed terrain
      Syphons cynic's air, ribs poised 
      Statuesque breath stoic barren refrain
  ...

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So this is the way the moon remembers,...
by reaching into yesterday
I hold her pearls against the light,
and see a strand that tethers time

With envy now, the night is awed
Covetously, it fondles rows
of tiny orbs. Which,...

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The me that is me is often mislaid,           
                ...

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The good witch is still trying hard to collect the future

Nostalgic and post-modern she fondles her crystal ball

With soft hands she embraces Gaia and its sepia hue

Oblivious to oblivion she attempts to elude the inevitable...

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When winter’s end is imminent and springtime soon becoming
blackbird and thrush in noble song bumble bee busily humming.
Scent of air fondles the hazy morning scattered seed cultivates 
memoirs of time, to ramble throughout lob wood...

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It's not footprints that we should be talking about -
They’re personal – my footprints, bold and giving,
Which shape me, make me me - who I am:
They're not Jesus’s, the king of living.

Your personal history partly...

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ONE STONE

skipped by bonnie brook
      he’s showing off
           his perfect skill

         ...

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