Long Hand made Poems

Dear Local Boards of EcoSchool Education,
Departments of Environmentally Protected Walkable Transportation,
Cooperatively Maintaining Public-Private Works
and STEAM Play
and WinWin GreenGames,
Hysterical Historical Associations,
Social Work Departments of Climate Restorative Therapy,
and Public Health-Wealth Departments:

Did you leave anyone out dear?

Just the...

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February came in keeping with its ancient character a month of coldness, wetness and of thawing,
With departing frost and melting snow, February could possibly be called the wet season,
Maybe it's a time for floods and...

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Kitchen counters alive; the vivid colors of red, green, purple and yellow glass jars. Your garden flourished.
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Pickled beets mingle boiled eggs; a pretty periwinkle purple.
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Yellow and purple tinted fingers; dandelions and elderberries distilling; musty aroma...

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those early attempts at a Mexican food
no store bought cardboard taco shells
she had to prepare her own
the appearance of the tortilla press
the arrival of the tortilla holder
became a beginning to a menagerie of new tools...

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2nd day of lockdown 
I woke up early in the morning 
Stepped forward to kitchen 
Made tea for myself and her
I poured it into two mugs and
Returned to bedroom. 
Fake smile on fake face
'Do you...

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I remember the night you walked in the club,
You immediately noticed me in the dancing crowd,
Ever so slowly you started to walk closer towards me,
I remember you looked into my eyes and winked, 
I was...

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O dear grandson, come here, have a look,
This is your grand mother's grave yard under the pomegranate tree.
I had buried her body here thirty years ago shedding my tears.
When I brought her at my home...

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A beautiful Wintu girl reached puberty. Her sisters were sent to find 
maple bark to make her an apron. 

It so happened that Turtle, the mischievous son of the mighty ‘Sky 
Turtle’ stopped at the...

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The young boy was pale, 
He walked slowly in the alley 
No. 41.His skeleton hand hold a rusted tin can. 
He was in business,for him it was. 

On his innocent face, 
In a modern world,who...

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In the highest peak of my heavenly life 
I wanted to flow down 
Through the gates of my grave without any strife
The place where I now drown
I’ll never feel the warmth of the life-giving
Even the...

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They do not move a muscle                           
Nor give...

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You know u got it hard
when ur a single bachelor heart broken with a bachelors
tell your mother in the eye you're considering moving faster, selling weed and coke its a disaster.
This happens in Astoria as...

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Those trademark circular elements of style in vogue every four years
When the crème de la crème of the athleticism 
presents itself on the world stage
Suspending and transcending any present day internecine conflict
Allowing, enabling, and proffering...

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I don't need to remember what it was like  to be  a kid

 I don' t need to memorize where all the fun had been .

It was  in  the unique moment...

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The building of God's holy spirit to dwell
Is not found by the works of mans hand
As the tower of Babel when confusion
Was handed over to the depraved intentions 
Still in these days how many seek...

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This was the worst ship disaster, with the greatest loss of life at sea
A German ship that was overloaded, with over 10,600 war refugees

Sank on the 30 January 1945 by a Soviet submarine in the...

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Great Grandpa Moses first built the old shack
in the summer on nineteen twenty-three,
thrown up with big logs, hard maple and oak,
it only measured twelve feet by fifteen.

There have been two expansions since those days,
a real...

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Tomorrow is pregnant
no one knows what it would bring forth
Boy or a bouncing baby girl 
Perhaps the unfolding mystery of good and evil
Thou art the hand made of Nature
dearest blessed and adores by nature
flew thou...

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I hear things that make my dear heart lose its composure.
The news of Earthquakes,cyclones,and tornadoes have brought my rigid heart to a fracture.
Our lands have felt them,even the air,the waters and those high places that...

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I am a soldier
Lost in time
I know not weeks ,
Years nor days
Just to fight-fight
Till the day is over

I am a soldier
Sculpted by time 
Sometimes a general
Winning battles
Sometimes a coward
Running away from the battle
To save my...

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Boys turned into men 
Acting chivalry needing to defend 
Thackray who never was 
Due to the wasp woman wanting buzz 
Gunners waited for Watford to arrive 
“Foul!” they did claim in a cry 
On target...

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My eyes show me many incredible things
From sunrise and sunset, to the fancy "bling"
Art created by HIS hand, made by HIS mind
And i enjoy  these sights, and thank him for the ability to find
All...

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(More Brevity Poems, 50 words or less)

Unknown (22 words)

Hidden in secrecy, Shrouding the truth
Showing little, Unable to sleuth
Reasons unknown, Motives unclear
Open to none, All out of fear.


Sliding doors (16 words)

I saw her look
from across the...

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Sitting by a moss-covered tree illuminated by sunlight at three,
he plays the very song that his anscestors played yesterday;
remembering what the peaceful and wild land was and will be...
by accepting the fact that his tomorrow...

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THE ISLANDS OF SAN JUAN - TIMESHARE

[FOLKTALE]

IN A PORTION, A SPELL IS CASTE.
THE PEOPLE ARE CALLED NUGLUMMI.
IN A TRANCE STATE, THEY EAT HONEY AND BEES ARE FORM FROM THEIR EYES.
INSIGHTFULLY THEY BEGIN TO TRANSFORM THE...

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