Long Gunny Poems

If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily-LXXXV

(Note : Fresh disclosures from the Catholic Church on the subject
made public by protesting Mothers of infants victims of pedophily
at the hands of the Clergy...

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It was 6.15, in the morning, 
I was in a deep sleep, 
The rising sun pierced the thatched roof and made my skin burn,
I wrapped the blanket tight   - no use it was...

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Ah, the life surreal.  Nothing like wearing the weirdness like a greatcoat as I sip bad hotel coffee and muse over where the last few years have taken me while watching ice flow around old...

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An old Point Man phoned, “Do ya think you can do it?.  
Driving doggies and cows from the flanks of Mt. Stewart?"
Fattened on grass for a year they had stayed. 
“Move a river of...

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I thought I had gotten away from this part of my childhood,
but I turned at lettuce and ran into my cousin Linden
in the grocery store last Thursday.
He was delighted and dragged me back to their...

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Warlords love the crack cackling sound ...
faint vapors smelled worldwide, 
when twine toking on the choking peace pipe

Lying lips huffing and puffing,
blowing smoke out the barrel rear end

Frontal sphincter holes
open and close ... 
Pre-negotiated spoils...

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Yesterday the sun rose slowly
Over the lake glimmering glistening, quietly,
The calm wind took a wink at the blue jay softly
Flying over the fragrant pine trees and allowed the sun to
Burn in the summer morning, whispering,...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXXII

    for Carlos Bousoño, the eminent Spanish critic, poet and professor
           who maintained that if...

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Twas the night before Christmas I went shopping suits,
As shoes looked rat-eaten, needed also warm boots;
Sales girls, in malls displayed suits in variety,
Blown up cost and lean purse grew my anxiety...!

Malls are looters, I thought,...

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Tropical quadra plateau, Amazing bright sunny,
Glided waterfall Carrying happiness in their gunny.
Long nodding flower's joyously plumed,
Everbody waving happily, the herald bloomed.
Eureka, I love this heaven on earth!

Hazy perished hills, houses trenching at the outskirts,
Swaning over...

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Working behind the counter of a bookstore I have a chance to look…
to browse among our shelves and find the oldest books

I love the feel of them in my hands, to gently turn their pages...

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BURLAP and SATIN

Texture fine, woven design
Like harden tree sap
Rough is the burlap!!!
That's at my finger tips
Smooth is soft the satin as silk
The dress rapped around her waist

Burlap and satin

Give me such touch my reactions
Hard rough...

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MAN
My eyes are puffed and wrinkled
And I have a triple chin.
My hair, with grey, is sprinkled
And, in parts, has grown quite thin.

My stomach is extending
And where once was a six pack
There’s no use in my...

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Alas, we've elected bozos on both sides to again guide the nation!
(Some folks are sobbing in their ale, others are filled with jubilation!)
To rid this great nation of such knaves, here is what I would...

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His day began with "Reveille" blaring from within the bowels of the ship.
Sergeants yelled, "Up and at 'em lads!   We're takin' a little trip!"
He wearily arose from his bunk to don the accoutrements...

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With the hot summer sun beating down,
leaving blisters on our necks and back.
Walking through those swift murky currents,
just you‘n me, and a gunny sack.

Dipping our heads below the surface,
searching for a fish’s hidden den.
With nimble...

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Born here girl, I swear I’m never coming back,
Too light town got lost beside a railroad track,
Rhythm of the rails inside my gunny sack,
There may be no cure for what it is I lack,
Promises to...

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Gunny Mad Dog Maddux

We were hanging out at 3rd Marine Air Wing
And we knew we had it good
No bloused boot, always soft cover
No marching and plenty of food.

Then Headquarters in its wisdom
Threw a shark into...

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Ambling thro' the museum today an object caught my eye,
Inviting me to pause and reminisce about a time gone by.
'Twas an old oaken icebox standing there on display.
That ancient relic served as the family refrigerator...

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“My Winner’s Day”

Walking in a winter’s wonder land,
Feet wrapped in gunnysacks,  making tracks,
Eyes blinded by snow glare, “I‘m a man!”
In hand I carry my wood chopping ax,
Fervently looking for a Cotton Tail to wax.

My...

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Old tin roof, plastered adobe walls that were melting
Two big Cottonwood trees, junk cars in the back
Cracked concrete floor, covered with oil and grease
Mexican kids running in and out, playing and screaming
Couple of water jugs,...

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The storm clouds came rolling in across the autumn sky,
I was moved to dig a hole but didn’t know just why.

And as I finished squarin’ up the hole the rain came pouring down,
If someone were...

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Blue-checkered curtains are faded, and drawn,..
after years since she made them, from gunny-sack cloth

The Singer, long idle, now gathers more dust,
with its needle still threaded, and the treadle at rest

As I clear out the room,...

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My Boyfriend is, the Cat’s Meow, a Fat Cat.
He stays Busy as a Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, think of that..
He says the way I look is like: “Two Tom Cats in a Gunny...

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A shimmer of scales moves iridescently
in porch light, flying over nicked knuckles,
falling to grass milky white.

Detached, a rod jerked to deep water,
we follow the blade blooming belly to vent--
fingers pluck viscera like harp strings, cut
deeply...

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