Long Hang out to dry Poems

Imitation! Creative Compliment, Lacking in Originality, or Plagiarism? 

This week takes me back to college days. I was taking a graduate course (as a Physics major)   in 'Modern Poets' at the University of...

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The old oak tree

A lonely old wooden swing 
Suspended in complete stillness
Gripped by ropes once white 
Now stained with memories of childhood
Frayed and worn
Two decades old
It hangs faithfully to the strong arms of the huge...

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I'd chosen you as my flunky -
Your hair - Neanderthal red,
You'd hurry towards my shrill calling,
De-cloth me and roll me to bed.

'Textured', you woo-ed, 'mild and creamy',
Said I'd never last long on the shelf,
I blushed,...

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Near the old docks in Genoa where old dwellings stand close together making streets narrow and families live is
lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window ledges.
Sometimes when...

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If my mind be painted in colors borrowed, would it be red? 
Rusted in brown, or maybe instead, an indigo streak?
Depending upon the source of inspiration, 
and the song on the radio at the time...

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By the Way Brian

You must realize she was the only one
I ever dreamed about or looked upon;
Was lovely lady who looked like that
Until my mind died in mortal combat.

Even though news is my love so...

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The more i while away your loss
The less I get my point across 
Depending on whose point of view 
The side of my brain
You choose to listen too
Nothing new here 
I have not reinvented the...

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This Plant is Not a Drug		(Robert Denton, March 2017)

This plant is not a drug,
It is a plant.
You can cut off its flower bud
Then hang it to dry.
When it is dry and brittle
It is ready to...

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With that awesome aura 
    of competence about her,
against her cool confidence, 
    he'll have to walk on water;
her lethal, legal logic makes 
    his best...

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To be blown of glass in a delicate nature
To be light of air when held in one's hand
To be paper thin in the tearing of iris
To constantly fear you'll return to the sand
To sigh in...

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A lonely old wooden swing suspended in complete stillness
Gripped by ropes stained with memories of childhood
It hangs faithfully to the strong arms of the huge oak tree
Golden leaves hang off the dry rippled branches by...

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In the 50's mom and grand
Had that old Maytag™ drum washer
It would twist and dance
~
Wiggle N turn
Like a baby wobble 
That old washing machine 
~
had a motor almost as big 
as a Volkswagen 
Boy, did...

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love
Shade-trees ©

Hung branches show new leaf-bud coats
Spring rains draw forth their foliage 
Full leaved arches open spread above 
Summer lovers shade!

clothes
Pegged Wash ©

Clothes hang outside to dry clean
Their colours shout their glory
Sheets snap and shirts...

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