Long Gunny sack 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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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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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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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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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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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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 proud to be an american (in jest)
 
 i saw the mailman steal my letter
 i saw the tax man steal my dime
 just when i thought things were better
 i saw the preacher...

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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 the 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...

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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 gunny sack was full of bleached skulls.
What now ? Do I attend the auction
of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust ?
The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub
to your culture when the fall...

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A gunny sack was full of bleached skulls.
What now ? Do I attend the auction
of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust ?
The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub
to your culture when the fall...

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Oft times I find myself enraged and numb,
Experiencing days akin to more burnt toast.
And I, left feeling as a scraped off crumb,
Am always running full out,
No time to coast.

I am like a puppet and you...

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Burlap and satin went to the dance
It was held at the old Fisher Barn
Burlap wore a fine Gunny sack
Adorned with a drawstring of yarn

Satin sported a shimmery weave
Trimmed with buttons of gold
The glossy attire was...

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There are many kinds of wars some make you die some make you cry 
when your far away suffused in gunpowder, you learn to live and lie 

A red letter day arrived, their baby was...

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Her confidence introduced her by walking into every room first.
Wearing lipstick and eye shadow like Barbra Streisand’s from the sixties.
It would have looked ridiculous on all the rest of us.
We would have looked like trailer...

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The summer sun scorches flower and grass,
dust has filled up every cranny and crack.
The humidity has climbed near the top,
it’s hotter’n two cats in a gunny sack.

The dog’s under the porch with tongue hanging,
ain’t rained...

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