Long Hairpin Poems

A harrowing drive on the Schuylkill Expressway
(route 76) both heading into
(and a small number of hours later
exiting) center city Philadelphia
to Schwenksville on May 19th, 2024.

Yours truly (a doodling Yankee), and the missus
went to town, NOT...

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Dragon Meets Wolf Creek Pass
(Inspired by CW McCalls’ song ‘Wolf Creek Pass’)

On a trip to see Dragons’ friend Drag, way out… in Texas…
Crossing the plains, in a caravan filled with, all our little blessings. 
Missouri...

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49 years past; a puppy was bought, picked up out of his pen on a pet shop floor;
he had honey brown eyes & an inquisitive way. He grew to be so loyal and true, how...

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This is in no way my poem, I'm not trying to take any credit for it.
I saw it on YouTube performed by Neil Hilborn.

The first time I saw her, everything in my head went quiet.
All...

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DOWN A STORM DRAIN GONE FOREVER.

There was once a wicked, jealous old human,
Who lived in a house down the lane, 
Not far from us,
Ugly and mean sounding, couldn’t tell
If man or woman,
Was narky to the...

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A Demanding Steed

Once upon a crisp Winter morning, while the cardinals so lively, announced the awakening of a new day. 
I sprang out of bed, pressed play on the radio, and begin to dress for...

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The old Ford truck was dustin’ the gravel roads that day
I was listening to some pounding seventies hits
My second bottle was about empty by my thirst

Nothing much else to do on a hot dry southern...

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One or two dead sheep lay by the road. 
We saw a hairpin bend signed 'Beware of 
Blind People Crossing' as we drove from Dublin, 
West to Connemara's wild Atlantic shores 
 
To black rock...

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I am a differeent incarnation of  a poet who garnered a lot of praise for writing a poem on a 
subject matter a lot people thought of  consequence, as do I.  So...

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The other day
I sneaked up to the attic.
In search of love gone by.

I stumbled across an old chest
Colored in blue and grey.
Across was: Robert T. Brannon.

My heart stopped
Skipped a beat or two.
Butterflies danced in my...

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The Ungrateful Sorrow
by Rabindranath Tagore

Translated by Snehendu Bikash Kar
 
At dawn, shey(1) left
My mind consoled me:
" Everything is Maya(2)".

Angrily I replied:
"How can you say that?
Here's this sewing box on the table,
that flower-pot on the terrace,
this...

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~ Placed First in Constance's 'D' quote Contest~

" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
            the one less traveled by...

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Little blades of grass touching my naked feet
Oh, the soft pleasant touch, the trodden path
I am treading again; though this is my first
Venture, my maiden hike towards the peak
The great heights of the neighbouring mountains!
Have...

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Park run getting into shape

Thank you for the Park run,
They really are so much fun.

At Tring you go up a rise,
Then through a gate,
A little rooty and muddy surprise,
Before the welcome flat that’s great.

Then along...

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What Did We Get Stuck in 2012

The doctors in the OR had a busy time this year
Freeing things that got stuck in rectum, nose or ear
Or any other orifice that lies within our bod
The list...

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She was beautiful,ever so graceful, sitting in the Zen garden,
In the quietude evening of summer,painting a mural,
Art is her muse,as she herself looks like art,a precious and priceless one,

Her eyes shine like gems,so pure,so white,but...

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We hurtle down the last few hundred feet 
of steep lavender lined cobbled slope 
shaded by majestic umbrella pines - around
a last hairpin turn and there they are:

The blue-white Pampelonne beaches, of St Tropez.
Their indecent...

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I was hopelessly smitten in English class,
By this girl with a boyfriend, a challenging impasse.
She had long shiny locks, the color of auburn,
And the curves of a Ferrari, in a hairpin turn.

To win her away...

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Pages I open each day
Under the sun that burns the hay
Verses I read and pray
Over a bun of bread I lay

Memories written below my chest
Strokes of ink I wrest
Olives and thymes of yesteryears
My childhood grinds...

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Went out today for a drive with a friend
We'll go into the hills up to heaven he said,
Round hairpin bends,o'er hill and dale we sped
When I looked down the drop did I dread.

Through villages we...

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C A U S A T I O N       vs.        D E T E R M I N I S M


Choices form...

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Petals that fall,
The subtle black that swoons.
The brief streams of pale light.
Little things, with hidden wings.
That sing short things about rhyming rings.
These things that like rings, with wings.
It’s your eyes and ears they do sting.
It’s...

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We made a trip to town today
And took West Mountain Road.
My friend and I prefer that  way
Back there, where time has slowed.

We drove past farms in rolling hills
Where cattle grazed in shade
The creek we...

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A meandering stretch of twenty miles
from hip Cross Village to Harbor Springs,
through hairpin turns and roller coaster dips,
we, the lovers of the lovely
travel through Michigan’s Tunnel of Trees.

Up ahead a windward wall gives way to...

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