Long Footer Poems

My dad is a brick mason and so were my 2 grandfathers so it’s easy to say I would 
know a thing or two about laying brick. It has surely come in handy a few...

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The implosion of a thought is neither a shred or a shard. In fact it is surely a pulsation of a wisdom whirlpool? Really? How rather radical. And amusing to the laughs of the rhombuses...

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Continuation from previous poem

We reached the footer of a castle steep,
Seven times by walls encircled very tall,
Defended by a river hard to leap.

We overpassed it as hard ground at all;
Through seven doors I entered with...

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Technology is changing day by day, 

the benefits? enormous, one might say, 

is miniaturization a price too high to pay? 

not necessarily the smart and prudent way. 

Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be, 

take...

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Technology is changing day by day, 

the benefits? enormous, one might say, 

is miniaturization a price too high to pay? 

not necessarily the smart and prudent way. 

Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be, 

take...

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In a misty morn
                               ...

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Technology is changing day by day, 
the benefits? enormous, one might say, 
is miniaturization a price too high to pay? 
not necessarily the smart and prudent way. 
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be, 
take...

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Technology is changing day by day, 
the benefits? enormous, one might say, 
is miniaturization a price too high to pay? 
not necessarily the smart and prudent way. 
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be, 
take...

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Technology is changing day by day, 
the benefits? enormous, one might say, 
is miniaturization a price too high to pay? 
not necessarily the smart and prudent way. 
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be, 
take...

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pounding 
grinding 
drilling
sawdust
plumbing scraps
empty boxes 
strewn from 
bedroom to bathroom
and everywhere in between ...
a miner's shanty once
propped up 
on timbers with 
no firm foundation ...
that's okay
jack it up
pour a footer
it has one now
reroofed, rewired, re-plumbed
remodeled...

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Technology is changing day by day, 
the benefits? enormous, one might say,
is miniaturization a price too high to pay?
not necessarily the smart and prudent way.
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be,
take that cuff link, a...

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i sat on the sandy shelf looking out to sea
intensity in the sunshine
set my head spinning
i could smell the sweet scent of the sea
could hear the breaking waves upon the dusty sands
and could feel in...

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by  Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

When I was just a lad, and the New Year came around
 We’d sing and dance and party, till midnight bells did sound
my hair was dark in those days,...

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I dreamt that I was 

falling again.  

 

this time 

from the 

clay tiled roof

of a school house.

 

toes curled,

stomach knotted.

 

Damn!  It’s 2:50 in the 

goddamned morning!

 

stealthily make your way

to the...

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Walking through the woods early in the day...

Haven’t seen a single soul passing my way...

All set to hunt as, I bought the latest gear....

On this the first hunting day of the year.....

It isn’t too cold...

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The lioness watches the two-footer from her hiding place in the shadow
There is something majestic about her; how would she taste? 
Just rip her apart! Her reptilian brain urges her. 
A recent mother herself, lioness...

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What is her name? We asked those who lived on floor blue.
Her name is Moo, and she is always wearing a flowered mumu.
No someone argued; that cow’s name is Frank footer Sue.
Why would that be?...

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A swift running athlete, on two fleet-feet,
Runs twenty miles an hour.
A galloping horse runs a faster course;
His hoofs a pounding power.

Still faster is the deer traveling in fear.
At fifty he looks around,
To see a cheetah...

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At His Feet shall we meet
There we shall part no more
So they sang at his wake
His corpse now at stake
In a box he was placed
Floral displays, music in aura
Lay he like a dead wood
Where goes...

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At His Feet shall we meet
Where we shall part no more
So they sang at his wake
His corpse now at stake
In a box he was placed
Floral displays, music in aura
Lay he like a dead wood
Where goes...

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Blow the trumpet, rhythm of fresh start -
Hummingbirds nectar-sing-along.
Ruby passion throat, pink beak sips.

Chest puffed up, an emerald heart.
The flapping of yellow wings, strong.
Flower-power relationships.

The sweetest thing, a pleasant art.
Romantic flight of nature’s song.
Bird flips...

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