Long Goose down Poems

“Irish I am,” my mam speaks in hushed tones to the air
She questions still, seeming to her alone
Intones, “Ireland, O Ireland, what are you?
Where do you keep yourself, so I may rediscover you?”
Her speech unknown...

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ONE NIGHT SLEEPOVER
The embers of the fireplace glowed,
We were all alone in the forest 
spending a family vacation
 surrounded by big, shadowy trees 
and a river that never flowed.
At first, I acted as though 
I...

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It's hard to believe it has been nine years
since my brother delivered each box.
They all seemed to hold a special key,
mysteries and memories to unlock.
 
My Dad had lived a mostly happy life,
and I remember him...

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Moosehead, mother of Maine’s many lakes
fed by Moose River’s flowing tears.
Overlooked by Kineo’s cliffs,
with Kennebec you share your gifts.

Sebago Lake, your bowels deep
with waters fresh, quench Portland’s thirst.
Headwater for Presumpscot’s course
which for many towns was...

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I conquered the
Mt. Everest ofdistrust and
pain that kept anchored me down like a sunken ship in the Atlantic
your verbal abuse kept me off the radar
as I hid away my shame
my dismay was my watery grave
...

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NEW YORK-STYLE HUNGARIAN STEW

In the darkest corner of her living room, 
she waits to eat. A stone’s throw away, 
her ex lives with their kids, his goulash 
wafting reek into her open windows. 

Through the...

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Best Friend

Sad were the eyes of the puppy born
On a fine day in the fall
Bright were its eyes but so forlorn
In something that was so small

Brave were the steps that first it took
Away from its...

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Gifted with 3 things  on a deserted Island what do I bring .
           Having clothes on,   a smart phone wet not smart...

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Into the snow white castle only tepid feet bound
Head mirror of quilted bed reflects a glimmering compound
Satin blanket spreads over each frozen mound
A blinding glare from the silted bed doth rebound
With each heavy step mist...

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Tom Thumb got caught peeping 
Now his life is on the run
Little Bo Peep lost her sheep 
On a gambling junket she was on 

Little Miss Muffet is having to tuff it 
Out these days...

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A secluded cabin
fail-safe  into a mountain side -
Oh, so high, one feels
they can attain and adjoin the clouds

A pallet of goose-down feathers, veiled
by a hand sewn comfortor
and a spiderlike, dusty canopy - 
a paradise...

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In the dog-days of summer of so long ago
there were bear-hugging moments I like to recall
Like leafing through pages of ram-shackle books,
that are dog-eared, and faded, wearing hound-tooth worn seams
I had a bull's-eye encounter with...

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Never-ending 

I was having a dream…

you were lying next to me
soundly asleep
 in our soft bed,
satin sheets 
and goose down pillows
as the sun began to rise
painting our room in shades 
of apricot and lilac

I was...

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Bundled in goose down like their feathered friends;
they plump outside for they've no wish to stay in;
they dive in the snow, the mundane to transcend.
 
Boys howl and they whistle and the girls defend
igloos of...

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Through fog, through torrential tears,
Silence soothes my inner being, right
within confines of an upper room, where
skylight strummed melodies of rain.
there I was in converse with the Source;

And though I basked on goose down comfort,
The devil...

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Most do not know how good we've got it.
We live day by day, 
in our shiny cars and fancy houses.
Take out and drive through, clean water,
central heat and air, keep us conformable year round,
Egyptian cotton,...

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I’m just
             Lying here thinking
Butterfly thoughts,

Cradling beauty in my arms,

Hummingbirds and
Lady lacewings
Aflutter lovely in my mind

I’m just lying
     Here,...

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Winter's whimsical nature comes with
     fickle freeze, cold pervading every fibre
How I remember you, red hot
     against the white snow
Smoking volcano
     against permafrost...

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It was late in August, on a hot summer’s night,
When I encountered the most horrible fright.

The drapes hung freely over each window,
Head nestled deeply in the goose down pillow.

I heard a soft rustle near the...

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The softness of pure goose down
the sweet smell of innocense
the heat of w warm, embracing campfire
the heart beat of but a tiny bird
depedant totally on your own soul
to nourish, to teach and help to explore
define...

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Off to the garden to share in a tea
Sweet Juliana has just become three
Billowy dress sprayed with cottonballs pink
Tiny white shoes, for a doll you would think


She sings to the blossoms in childish song
Whirling and...

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When buying a pillow
You have to keep track
If you sleep on your stomach
Your side or your back.

Do you want one with foam 
Like the memory kind
Or pure goose down from Europe,
The best you can find?

Is...

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