Long Furrowing Poems

What remains 
when gratitude for learning
totally evaporates?

I don't know...
Totalitarian senility, maybe?
I guess I don't understand
the source of your question, dear.
Do you feel less grateful for learning
than in more formative years?

No, I don't
but I sense younger...

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My mind is burning, blazing, turning
With doubts and irrational drivels
My heart is livid and hardened
For it freezes in the potentials of disappointment
Of failure, downfall, and impending death
In ceasefires of never mind, and never more 

My...

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I
Two paths diverged,
Or so they say
In a land to the east,
Far, far, away. 

Where children they laugh,
They dance and they shout
To welcome the traveler,
That has been about.

His boots are worn,
And his clothes are done
And on...

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(A Long Agonizing Conversion.



Out of the dark forbidding night,

 I Struggle now to see the light.

 I never felt this way before,

 Loved the lair of darkness more.



 Was careful in nothing, no good to...

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Long Ago,

I gave my life to a vision beauty,
And it ruined and blessed my life forever,
I met a taskmaster, who was relentless,
He showed me my sin, sin after sin, and I could barely bare it,
But...

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John B. Jackson
1880-1911

Norma knew.
Norma, my erstwhile friend of a thousand hunts;
Only she knew the feel of my beading thumb,
As we sought out promising locales, and
Our clever quarry, from points near and far.
From the salty marshes...

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Unique Love
By Rick Rucker

I have found a Love, so intense,
That it overrules my common sense,

I don’t mean that it is bad,
Just more incredible than I have ever had,

At first, I thought that it couldn’t be,
Certainly...

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We live opposite a huge farm,
I find living here such a charm,
The cows and the sheep,
Abundant, as the farmer does his 
His rounds in his Jeep
Makes living where we are,
A dream, but city life is...

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... long ago
in the timeless now,
we traveled, when
came a shaman
giggling in the glee of bringing us chest-to-chest,
his eyes mirroring our
lustful wonder of nipple-kisses
in burnished darkness, a dawn
flooding our mouths in feverish melding, and
the wind opening,...

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----I thought I had posted this a while back...guess I didn't. Oops. : ) here it is...couple years old.

When sorry words offer but sadness and pain,
When weary thought drifts into the tides of shame,
When heavy...

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a woman's lust is as carnal as any
man's but has desires of the heart to match
necessary as breathing to have both....
the soft line of her body speaks to me
her eyes burn hot with meanings heartfelt
powerful...

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Day#4
Inquisitive Teacher
"What do you mean he comes into your room at night , and touches you ?''

Weather Announcement
Hale the size of gum ball's start to drop as if a meteor of shower's were to greet...

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Tiny little waves linger on top of grandma’s pond,
they wrinkle and crimp with each shift of water-
Of this reverie on Lake Michigan I’ve always been fond,
and now I get to travel there and show my...

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"I'm very happy being me, although sometimes I'd love to be a bird so
that I could fly." - Joy Fielding


Furrowing the crisp layers of thin air
flies the migratory songbird of charm,
the cheerful Robin on the...

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Impromptu night journey into snowy 
wood
Face laced with scarf; head covered 
by hood
Sturdy mare blanketed; each foot 
shod with stud
A swift nod, gentle tap instinctively 
understood
Gallant mare plows forward 
furrowing ice and mud
Chilled air quickens...

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When I was hungry, from my humble hut,
I waved to God with a heart burdened but,
My plea carried on fragile wings of hope,
Yearning for sustenance, a way to cope.

But the vast universe claimed His attention,
Beyond...

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SERENITY 
        
          Hitting hot hammer scorching Sun shines up high.
        ...

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He’s gained an audience over the past few years. 
Colluding with his missteps and his demons. 
Shining a bright light, center mass.
Waiting for applause.
So proud of the spectacle he’s tied 
together with sinew and charred...

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Bags under the eyes
And all around, bleeding black
Scorned and scratched to receive the light
A light slipping from sore grasps
Fingertips burning, pressing hard
Noise furrowing and echoing the pupils
Gnashing, swallowing, laboring
Pushing the dead, fetid fetus out
Slamming on...

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and if you escarcely see the the hour sign above us
it is because here in our Institute
we have splendid things to occupy ourselves with

we avoid the sinuous and sneaky sign
of the seconds sailing and furrowing...

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“How come they all have Toothpick Legs?”
She wonders aloud, 
face furrowing into a deep red frown. 
“And mine are so big?”
“Genetics. Look at me and Mom.”
OK, I’m a blockhead. 

Seven-year old angst understandably not placated.
...

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A northeaster snow storm is rampaging air
A roughshod young warrior, launching ice as a spear 
Without any warning, he comes from nowhere
bending trees into sickles, while he conquers with fear

Plowing up roads with a gust...

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God came down in human form
As an infant snug and warm
Held within His parents' arms
Faith kept Him from evil harms.
Joseph and Mary plodding on,
Traveling on faith alone.
Warned by angels, a sudden flight,
Shielding Babe from Herod's...

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Rising from within,
bliss bursts on our skin,
furrowing each node,
played out as an ode.

Vaporised presence
ignites love's incense,
astride God's bliss beat,
vibrant head to feet.

Thus simply present
in this joy current,
tingle renewal
is continual.

Dance of bliss delight
at play, day and...

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Penguin Poet 
Penguin Poet 
 
The Batman was standing to the side of the bumbershooter looking askance at 
the penguins' aide so intent was the man in the plastic wrapper that he failed to 
see...

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