Long Glassware Poems

Red light, the neon beer sign on the distant wall reflects off the long expanse of polished bar top, overpowering the quiet brown wood. It’s after lunch, only a few people in to stir the...

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A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on a dare to be won or lost 
till it became...

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Tribute to The Street Kids of Mumbai Documentary  


I  used to pick pockets
And steal tomato at the market place
I beg on the streets of Mumbai, India’s largest city
I stop drivers and ask for...

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Shall I relay a sidesplitting hoot from my “care-free” on campus fun phase?
It entails a laboratory session involving three mystic world colossal oafs.
 One had an unerring penchant for Laurel and Hardy mishaps, the other...

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Maybe Tomorrow Night?
                        by Odin Roark

Early last night
thinking got heavy.

Uncomfortable feelings crept...

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Maybe Tomorrow Night?
                        by Odin Roark

Early last night
thinking got heavy.

Uncomfortable feelings crept...

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Her birth was never trumpeted,
Nor caught any media headlines.
Born to Joachim in very ordinary settings,
Virgin Mary, the simplest of the simple,
Was specially chosen to perform a task divine.
As she grew up, she pledged to keep...

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Line of inquiry:
“Yes, I affirm, I have seen God
But He appeared and then disappeared
This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed
But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared” 


Once I felt the power...

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I looked in the file cabinet but I could not find it there.
It obviously had not been filed; I began to look elsewhere.  
I looked on the lamp table beside the green armchair.
Only to...

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Balmy january fifth two thousand twenty three

pardon moi as I self plagiarize
with slight modifications
cuz following words written
at least an Earth's orbit ago
exhibits pearls of jocularity.

I ran than jumped high
into the upper atmosphere
like a faux young...

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I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed -...

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The first encounter that shakes your hands
Broken glassware in your eyes blue.
Your voice, delicate - that caresses me,
from the moment zero.
*
I approach you slowly, fascinated.
You passionate kiss my lips.
The hot kisses are waking me up.
My...

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Some will say that a little poison,
let's say two or three drops
of crystalline, snow flake decorated cruelty,
in the pure water of affection,
should not be minded.
"Drink down!  Drink down, my dear-
for fear you will be...

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Estate sale, treasures only to those who once lived here. 
Stories long ago forgotten, maybe to never be told.
A somber event, people move wordlessly, occasionally whispering a “sorry” as they wait on the stairs.
We are...

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"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief" ~ by Constance La France


Only once I looked into her pale, weak face.
In white hospital sheets, she lay motionless,
A bag of bones! Her chest heaving high and...

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You were born in December
And you wear your trouble like a rough petrifying plum and carry the sadness of 1000 unsung voices
That's about as much as I know about you
Where are the poems about the...

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Did I see an alter ego twirling round the edges of a microscopic slide 
or just another doughnut cell the crosshair must endure?
The answer surely lies upon the fractal shoulders of a dinosauric factor tree...

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Remember how you’ve come such a long way
Becoming iterations of what you’ve become
You’ve grown vulnerable with a pompous inner child 
You know joy is about being grateful
And your grief has melted to give way to...

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I ran than jumped high
into the upper atmosphere
like a young frisky
buck naked and bare
no matter weight of world
and personal woes oppressive,
yours truly shrugged,

(she loves you yea... yea... yea...
think Atlas) "faking" without care
free, able, ready, and
willing...

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There comes a time,
If you live long enough,
When you may find yourself
In that last waiting room.
One day it’s necessary 
To give up life as you know it
And leave it behind
To move somewhere else,
Somewhere simpler with...

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I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed -...

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Look at you! Naturally processed from pieces of broken bottles,
glassware or things breakable to frosted glasses with round edges.
Distinctive creation that could take from two decades to probably
centuries of tumbling by the power of moving...

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taste the dust of past and present
the moments of life’s gifts and love lost
blowing gently in the atmosphere like ghost sounds in symphony
entering your home, blinding your eye, seeking your company
and remember me as I...

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I pen now of days of ultimate charm……
Of walking at midnight with no fear of harm.
When days were heaven, not a living hell.
When riding downtown was safe, on the Chicago El.

The Chicago Theatre, so amazingly...

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Alphonse Mucha's art was so influential it helped create Art Nouveau.
A flamboyant sensuous style, with softness, swirls, curls and beauty.
It heralded and celebrated new art as a counterpoint
to the dawn of the harsh steel and...

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