Long Gardner Poems

Through Their Eyes

The Poetry Murders Part 3 in the series

Murder She Wrote

It was a dark night with a full moon
The alley narrow, my hopes high
My footsteps echoed in the ears of the invisible
I quicken my...

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Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken and rustle.
Bristlecone pines ever sway slowly,
while pockets of air blush...

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School holidays were testing times for Mum’s with things we done,
when us kids had idle time to chase the values of new fun.
We’d trained our dogs, built bushland huts, chased rabbits; camped at night.
Dipped the...

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Along a winding country road
one autumn’s day of late,
I chanced upon an aged abode,
up a hill beyond a gate.

The house was old and quiet,
not a person 'neath its roof
but in a tree close by it
perched...

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-The Tree of Life- 

Featuring: Casarah Nance
 ~~I am beautiful on the inside you will see~~
   ~But really I am scarcely a tree in the woods.~
  
Beauty found a tree that sits...

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20FabelSEVEN
Charlexes Fabels
Gardenor
A Mexican sweat is just a teepee with a fire made hotter and a rock placed where 
you can pour the water on the hot rock to make some steam come up and they...

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Children were afraid of metallic plastic face robots
So the solution was to make them look real
  Real?
Yes, Lifelike Optimum Robotic Assistant, LORA
She will be the best nanny you ever had, she never needs sleep
Programmed...

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As a young girl growing up in the 50s and 60s, Hollywood’s glamorous and glitzy lifestyle fascinated me. Popular actresses such as Jane Russell, Ava Gardner, and Rita Hayworth captivated me with their mink stoles,...

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On a clear crisp morning
All was quiet and still
Suddenly without warning
A scream that will make you ill
The house lit up like Blackpool
And all around was concerned
People running like crazy fools
To where screams were heard 

It...

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I was thrown  into a conflicted family
my boat tossing and turning until
my sails ripped rendering me immobile
and unprepared for life
and fearful of the instability of existence
 Iike a plant adapting to toxic ground 
I...

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Not a flag was unfurled,
and no cornet trilled,
as the rain-swollen clouds,
the bleak valley filled.
 
The wind blowing cold
with a chill that pervades
as the caisson's old wheels
creaked through the glades
 
where leafless Live Oaks
their limbs upward...

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I couldn’t even stop myself from sacrificing everything for you
How could I be trusted with your last breath?
My recital of a photo albums worth of memories
Induced a coat of water in everyone's eyes  
But...

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EL JALEO

school outing …

prep school day trip -
the Isabella Gardner Museum, Boston …
I round a corner inside,
a sunny courtyard to my left
ahead, an exquisite scalloped arch
sculpted columns on each end
and beyond, softly lit ...
- I...

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Dear Mr. Barack Obama;  

Im not writing this for any political drama I just want to remind you of a word called Karma and how right could never wrong nobody. I know you don’t...

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I’ve come back to the place where I had grown,
a place no more as it once was known.
Not a roof, not a room, not one wall left,
just an old, weathered chimney standing alone.

An ill-tempered wind...

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Down on the farm, me as a shorty, I certainly never thought of bein in my 40s.
My Mom and Dad were usually pretty busy, so I liked to fiddle, and diddle, but I 
never did...

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I didn’t want to join as a pilot, and could wait till next Monday, 
To become a rear gunner, but I choose to be a wireless operator, 
By waiting another three months. There were 30...

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P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 16


Paul Callus                  ...

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Love is like a flower
Delicate and fragile
It needs just the right 
Ingredients to survive
Too much attention is like...
Too much water
You seem desperate
And the relationship drowns
From desperate attempts at clinginess
Too little attention is like...
Feeling dehydrated
From lack...

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Poisen in the well and you offer me a drink.
kiss do tell  sweetheart.
Where coming  to a slow decline I think.

I swear on the bible I got from a hotel.
Dreams of rejection  without...

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Written by Gail DeBole  
and included in PS: It's Poetry
A PoetrySoup.com anthology published in 2020

Note: Grendel was the monster in the old English Heroic poem titled Beowolf written by an anonymous Anglo-Saxon poet. ...

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Gettysburg Hauntings

When General Meade met General Lee
At Gettysburg in 1863

Sons of the South battled Northern brothers
And neither side has ever recovered

Fifty-one thousand lives lost in three days
Of a summertime swelter, July haze

Souls rose not to...

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Lemons,
their squeezed
juice
that trickles
down
the chin,
and slides
through
the fingers,
is the
sunlight 
that
warms
an
April
eve'
for
the first
time
since 
the previous
April.

Lemon-
drops
are
sweet,
and you
want
to 
just look
at 
their 
sunny 
sugariness,
hold one 
like 
a little 
jewelry bead-
and 
in
your
mouth 
every suck- 
one 
after 
the other 
like you 
string the beads-
one...

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He Is….


He is the summer sun
that kisses the back of my neck
Giving me the sort of warmth, that only love can give
and
brought the colour of life 
to my dead 
and pale skin


He is the wind...

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FANTASY LAND
 A
VIOLTTE POEM
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

a land of few hippies',
where live elves' and pixies;
matriarchal fairies,
Irish drummers

where happy and laughter
and joy ever after
fun end to a chapter,
love their summers!

humans come to visit,
all so much fun isn'it
left leaving some...

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