Long Graveled Poems

About a year ago,
as the COVID pandemic
seemed to subside,
then swell,
happily ebb
and yet impatiently flow

Again,
about a year ago
I was noticing cold autumn nights
bringing first frost
to my metal windowframes
and skeletal post-surgery-tired back
and neglected aging heart.

Outside corner unit...

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Mr. Bravery
By Curtis Johnson

There once lived a very decent and brave man who was promised three keys.
“One of these three keys, said the key holder, will unlock the door to happiness”.
The man bowed his head...

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The noblemen control the pen, indeed they own the farm,
but nonetheless exude finesse (and need I mention charm?)
with revenue to sate the few, exulting arm in arm;
for all the rest, they wish the best and...

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Continued from Part 1

Hungary hounds harangue the highlands,
howl at skies and desert islands…
Below, unfettered carbon crows conceal the parting path she chose

Lighthouse lamps and lanterns lolling…
Mute abandoned fleets are calling…
The shallow shadowed portholes vaunt dim...

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Pigeons flutter in the park
eating refuse from the grass.
Noon comes; the hours pass.
Leaves fall; the sky grows dark.
Silence reigns throughout the park.
A crumpled headline, forgotten toy --
and then, -- and then a far-off bark.
In the...

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Of the items in the store,
All were second hand
An old computer did I buy,
With a broken stand

One side was badly scratched
Two knobs were missing too
But that’s not the story
I’m about to tell to you

T’was about...

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Small Summer Cabins for Rent on Lovegrove Lake
				by Barbara C. Agarwal


I left my chance when
A chance I did not take
When I saw you long, long ago
At Lovegrove Lake.

Do you remember per chance also,
Me perched on...

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I don't know many people so urbanized
they would not prefer a nature preserve
and star light
for neighbors, day and night,
over a new developed suburbanization.

Not too many people smile
when they drive by a familiar farm
with woodlands,
now scraped...

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Wiz Away

I entered the empty funeral hall.
Am I not at the correct memorial gathering in visitation room H?
“Excuse me, sir, but is this the memorial for Mr. Wizby?
 There is not a posting besides the...

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Come gather by the mirrored lake
Dawn with the children born on suns horizon

Beds and pillows have to stay with empty sheets
Wait motionless with the company they keep
Stuffed animals are the guardians of the soul
Children return...

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He is sleeping in my bed unsuspecting,
As I sneak out the back door again.
I stalk across the dimly lit garden,
Stricken with guilt, remorse, heart-piercing pain.
 
Even during blissful moments in his arms,
Your face flickers in...

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"The World is smaller because the people are closer," ... by the Poet.

There's something singular needs to be said,
mind the conduct or stature -- latter's best,
the subject at hand is of size; nay zed,
a bit...

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(The Merry Adventures of Robin Good)

Sherwood's Forest legendary, leading man 
up, down, tricking eggs between branches
slender, slander, his voice is growing thinner
twisting, turning heads 50 shades of green

Master of disguise reaching for the top archers...

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Down this once famous graveled road
I drive by day and drive by night
my mind replaying stories of times past.
As if thinking about them
can make them real again.
Buildings standing with new faces, signs.
I see them now...

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Oft' I've traveled on interstate highways to reach my final destination,
With white knuckles grasping the steering wheel in great trepidation!
I whiz along at seventy-five and for my safety offer a fervent prayer.
'Tis akin to driving...

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 free verse or poetry prose 

Hey Sis,
next Monday I'm going home again
It's been fifty or more years
I've lost count.
I can still taste the dust of
traveling with the car windows down.
Do you remember the few...

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I found myself
Wandering across
A dreamscape
That was not my own;
And wondering
About the many
Dreamscapes of
The wanderers,
Suddenly seeing
That I was wandering
The dreamscape of
The wonderers of
The wanderers
That still wonder;—
A dreamscape
All my own and
Still not mine.

I found myself
Moseying with
The meanderers;
Found...

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When the mind's disease is hate
it flows through the veins unchecked
I'm just a voice of reason in the midst of darkness
striking a match 
a light for minds seeking refuge from a storm
and lift a crying...

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PATHS were bordered by boxwood hedges
softened with fern, surrounding GARDEN edges.
Light floral scents perfumed the morning air
and sweet alyssum lined walkways; pea graveled.
I strolled through the MAZE with a hint of despair
for I'd never been...

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As I walk through the graveled paths
When the stinging stones speak to me
Of the pain thrust on trampling feet
I see you in the unlit alleys of my memory

As the wind blows from a covert hide...

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How cold the sun of April
  first day playing games
  of spring return to winter chills.
Blow ye wild, racing winds
  slip thru the stilled and silent trees
  hovering between the naked...

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Down long lonesome roads of life, I traveled
only resting when I've grown weak and weary
or stumbling on memory lanes, pea graveled
that cause my mournful eyes to become teary.

My life is a library of memorable adventures.
I...

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It’s the seemingly endless five minute walk up the lightly graveled, manure filled drive, dodging the expired cow patties, led by the dim light of the reflection of the moon on the thin tattered blanket...

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Tracks stretch across
barren winter fields
yet their steel trace
like a snail's trail appears polished,
glinting in dying light,

stifling your breath,
towards a dark shed
doors creak
like a sprinter's graveled gasp.

However, birds don't sing 
above the stretched tram lines,
you cannot...

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Down long lonesome roads of life, I traveled
only resting when I've grown weak and weary
or stumbling on memory lanes, pea graveled
that cause my mournful eyes to become teary.

My life is a library of memorable adventures.
I...

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