Long Grubs Poems

This is my modern English translation of Paul Valéry's poem “Le cimetière marin” (“The graveyard by the sea”). Valéry was buried in the seaside cemetery evoked in his best-known poem. From the vantage of the...

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Once upon Trump time,
Free-range,
organic,
totally uncaged hens
brown
and black
and even white
and all things in-between
prepared to vote for more green climate health
growing indoor/outdoor good-egg chicken family values
planning to optimize healthy wealth
green ecoschool henhouse natural-spiritual remodeling
for deep and richly...

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Anomalous poetic contrivance evokes...
googling inept kickstarted lame outré jaunty hokum

(alternately titled:
Random screenshot within me noggin
instantaneously transforming, 
née devolving into gobbledygook.)

I got born with poker faced physiognomy,
no matter yours truly doth not play cards
though self same...

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I didn't get a chance
to voice my opinion.
As I was told my Tarot cards were evil,
And they didn't belong in my dominion.
If I could have explained I would have said
that I don't believe in magic.
That...

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Chapter 11c (The Island Kingdom, continued...)

Every member of the party
Had their fill of roasted sea-flesh
All the dogs and Rosy also 
Wolfed down all that they could swallow 
 
Then they rose up and departed
Heading north...

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I was born the eighth among nine siblings .One sister Gladyss Darlene ,seven years older ,died after five days from a condition she would have probably survived had she been born in the hospital.I have...

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Mortality forces me to confront the inevitable...

Though feeling one among the basket
of deplorables, yours truly, albeit groggy
from unsettling frightful dreams also rather
shy to summon courage amidst adversity took
deep breaths (envisioning egotism inflating
confidence, whereat, I never...

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October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In the moment. In the last pale pulse of sun.

Hey, can...

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A post from the past.....just trying to put down all the ones I have written but deleted when I left the site for a while......this is almost too long, but I couldn't find which animal...

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CHAPTER 7b (Ipiki, continued)

Which had shared their lofty tree-nest
Now the bats abruptly vanished
But for one unlucky creature 
Which the hunting snake now swallowed 
 
And, its scaly torso flexing
Disappeared into the foliage 
Which regained its...

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Wally some call him Zip (fed em black duck) (crow actually) Kakadu song man of Gulf town
Karumba Australia

Stay alive in 55 and 56 said the roadside sign..
As the Ford Mercury whizzed by on local Brisbane...

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I'd rather be inside doing the baking
Than the one being baked outside in the sun.

I never learned how to barbecue,
As my Dad ran away when I was only two.
Though my Mum taught me how to...

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There's weeds in my
garden I can't use a
ho(e)
The man who could
pull them don't care
no mo

The shit's overgrown
I might need a plow
But it's waited so
long that it's no
use now

When we planted the
thing we both shared
the work
Then...

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My eldest sister Amélie Beth...
ever the amateur family entomologist

Upon texting her a picture
(countless moments ago
since October ninth)
unfamiliar delicate looking critter -
(seen inside the apartment many times),
she quickly identified crane fly
agilely affixed to lampshade.

I figuratively tip...

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Farcical fancies,
Woodland rhymes,
These are not just
For bedtimes!

Farcical fancies,
Wait and see;
You’ll repeat them
Back to me!

—————

Woodpecker, really,
Won’t you hush!
By now, aren’t your
Brains all mush?

Woodpecker, silly,
Watch your head!
If I did that,
I’d be dead!

—————

Polliwog, Bullfrog,
Here’s a joke
It’s so bad,
You’ll...

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A minor typo found this fanatic spell binding hound to resend a poem posse sub bully dashed off in a huff (past the hour) if nothing else than fur his spurt full of peace, bot...

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Ghillie Dhu.
Forests lie deep and dark with never ending looping paths,
Known only to those who dwell within and live their lives 
In undergrowth and leaf litter fallen from tree tops high,
Like a carpet of leaf...

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She was an estranged angel 
On the backbone of a boar 
She never put her hair up 
Was a missile without a war 
She broke a wild stallion 
With the motion of her hips 
She...

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Our God who lives, flows in waters,
drifts in clouds and glows in snow,
flashes silver fish in shallows,
darts in darkness round the rocks,
blooms afresh as showers bring flowers,	
freshens scent for bugs and bees.	
Here we live together...

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Wally some call him Zip (fed em black duck) (crow actually)Kakadu song man of Gulf town Karumba Australia

Stay alive in 55 and...

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My sweet sojourn has sung the hum 

   of song in wind....

For all the forest sings, beauteous ring

   most melodious on the wings 

   of 'poor' creatures, feathered beings;

...

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5/16/17


The brain comparable to a sponge
No longer under, like a sub
Thanks to the flood
Rising up above
The top layer of mud
Like bath bubbles in a tub

Near and far from bugs and grubs
Among the trees and shrubs
As...

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I am a honeybee, 
an indefatigable worker 
I work just as hard as an ant.
I don't work alone, of course
I have a colony behind me!
I'm a crucial part of the ecosystem

You'll find me feeding on...

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Moth
In a kingdom full of ants
The splendid spider spidering
Deep into that darkness frogging
Death shall bring candlefish
It threw its ghost against the grubs

Deep into that darkness frogging
Death shall bring candlefish
It threw its ghost against the grubs
That...

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Small rolling hills, valley plots,
nothing regimented,
graves not scattered, but placed
among natural features.
It’s beautiful here
especially in the Fall.
The Maples are tall and burning bright.

There are new graves among the old.
I thank all of them
for being here...

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