Long Foothills Poems

"PHOENIX: Bleeding Hearts and Blue Violets”


 

Broken Hearts bleeding red
You lie in white sheets
Turning in the crisp clean pages muddy with
Black Dogs barking in your head
They run all night chasing your tail
You twist and turn...

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LETTER TO A SOLDIER
A Trilogy


I.  SONGS OF LOVE

Love walked with me
In the crisp fall air
In a shower of gold and red.
Love showed me the print
Of a doe’s foot
And where she made her bed.

Love sat...

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The Flood
It was springtime in the foothills, the air was fresh and clean
The snow pack in the mountains was the most there’d ever been
It was summer in the valleys but above was freezing cold
With every...

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Perhaps it was a bit of old moral Navy nostalgia misting from Dad's brow as he taught us moral just rule.
At times in my life, honoring my father and mother; one of the ten commandments--...

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The day~

What does it mean?

Some effects are the rooster crows on time, the sun rises and soon sets as we 
grow one day older.

Some look back on the days gone...

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The man shook and said, “They wanted some fun,
but the boy was small, he started to bleed.
Patrick threw him out back, said, ‘This one’s shot,
but we have others to see to our needs.’”

Dalton’s face darkened...

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Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of one January 2000 day
the Harns family desperately sought a place to live – “hay
there” Nelson Swartley (an independent realtor) 
politely responded bringing unwelcome news viz our sos re lay
informing...

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My Beloved is lofty 
              and exalted
his throne sets in the crag
          ...

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Does God know the sorrows of man?

Does Faith relieve the burdens of sin?

She was worn out as she was worn in
Her spirit had no use for her body
Her eyes saw the face of death lurking
The...

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The Bucket List

Imagine if you will, a scene unlike any other,
Sipping Espresso daybreak, foothills of snow that smother.
Pavement Café in Zermatt, first patron of the morn’
Eyes glazed in wonder, the magnificence of Matterhorn.

Imagine if you...

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Its sundown, the day’s been reduced to a crack of lavender and fiery pinks along the Massif des Maures mountains. This evening we’re sipping cocktails at “Les Toits,” the Hôtel de Paris’ rooftop restaurant. The...

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From Nabob of Junagarh, of Nizam— 
Collecting tax on cotton and the kind, 
The taxing job having strained of my calm, 
I’d stayed at a quiet place, though haunted 
And scary, a lovely place no...

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Through the hills within the woods of a mountain's slithering slopes,
A road winds its way, on which rides a car driven by a misanthrope. 

Plucking from his pocket a pack of poison sticks with one...

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Dihing, adjoining borderline with Arunachal,  on the foothills of mighty Patkai, 
In the encircling mesas of terrestrial plains of high altitudes, 
lies the Assam Valley's tropical wet evergreen forests, 
Named...

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In the green Adirondack foothills lies
the haven of our old summer camp,
once a place of adventure and outdoor joy,
and the loud cries of precocious scamps,
their energy you never could tamp,
scurrying ’round on small, rapid feet,
leaping...

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THE MONSTER

                                by Frank...

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He was a well statured man I dated briefly, finding my way to the place where my Dad was born in the twenties and then crying for the foothills where I grew up such a...

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I am seated in a bed-like rock
Under the foothills this is a single block

The Sun rises behind my back
Though I face hills in the west, its rise I could track

The dawn delightfully unfurl
Mother nature decorates...

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Alberta, is a province in Canada.  It encompasses mountains, boreal forests,
six hundred lakes, foothills, grassland, parkland, and the Rocky Mountains.
A vast province full of picturesque scenery, fabulous cities, a tourist attraction
with so much...

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Snowflakes adorn blurry morn, gently, gently trickling down 
As salted streets are turning brown across this weary town
While tilting trees blow wheeze of breeze in throe of snow
In aerial dance of wintry woe, as tips...

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Jose does the work that the homeless wouldn’t
Yet they blame him for stealing their opportunities
When they wouldn’t even dream of taking opportunities
When they had millions of chances to

Pancho dreams Big
Bigger than the Rich White Boys...

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In the rugged mountain passes
Of the western Carolinas,
Just west of Hendersonville and east of Kentucky, USA,
In the land of the foothills and steep valleys down,
Exists a remote land forgotten in time.

Steeped in country legends, handed...

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The unpredictable yaw of rolling seas,
as in life pummels us from side to side 
randomly dictating its capricious ways 
lacking logic the tossing grips us and seeks to take our lives    

Death,...

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Written: September 03, 2023
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Wind-swept clouds above mountain snow
An ethereal dance in nature's flow
Majestic peaks, their heads held high,
Kissing the heavens, reaching for the sky

The reservoir, a tranquil oasis
Reflecting the beauty of nature's graces
Whispers of the...

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The unpredictable yaw of rolling seas,
as in life, pummels us from one side to the other 
randomly dictating capricious ways 
arbitrarily gripping our lives

Life, like the ghost of Christmas past,
comes at night, tells its tale...

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