Long Hat in hand Poems

Considering how many times I set out to pen a small,
Master piece of art, a gem that might underwrite,
The utter liability of being just that stamp,
Or tramp, or whatever other denomination one might reliably take...

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While a part of my soul longs,
To be carried away,
Far far,
From myself,
To another world,
To a mountain top,
To a lonely place,
To where the air is thin and light,
To where sensations stop,
To where feelings end,
To where noise...

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A spinning world globe just set off the center of its axis pole,
Welcome to the mad-mad Hatter’s topsy-turvy upside down
Wonderland, just another inside out hole where bunnies ware
Waist coats and fancy pocket watches!
Empty tea cups,...

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Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So I took a crystal glance, into an oblong box....

Actually I...

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Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So I took a crystal glance, into an oblong box....

Actually I...

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I was somewhere deep in Kansas,
  on a Triumph 69’

When your song came on the jukebox,
   and hit me from behind

I was headed for a bad place,
  and cared for nothing...

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I was somewhere deep in Kansas,
on a Triumph 69’

When your song came on the jukebox,
and hit me from behind

I was headed for a bad place,
and cared for nothing much

When I heard the song ‘Melissa,’
my heart...

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I was somewhere deep in Kansas,
  on a Triumph 69’

When your song came on the jukebox,
   and hit me from behind

I was headed for a bad place,
  and cared for nothing...

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I was somewhere deep in Kansas
on a Triumph 69’
When your song came on the jukebox
and hit me from behind
I was headed for a bad place
and cared for nothing much
When I heard the song ‘Melissa,’
my heart...

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I was somewhere deep in Kansas
on a Triumph 69’
When your song came on the jukebox
and hit me from behind
I was headed for a bad place
and cared for nothing much
When I heard the song ‘Melissa,’
my heart...

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I loved you John Wayne!
		I wished you were my father
		or maybe an older brother 
		who’d tutor me to be tough
		when manners weren’t enough
		and toughness was needed
		that civility be heeded
		and not to brag or complain.
		O I...

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hello Jesus I’m Johnny Cash
                         its been a long and winding...

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Off With Their Filthy Heads


Should one dare oppose the arrogant kings
cry out with pride so it soundly rings
Stand with sweet honor, our hat in hand
fight corruption in this freedom's land

Those that say nay are simply...

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They were were in
the best parlour
fine furnishing of
Victorian period
dotted all round the
elaborate room
yet a tension, an
unease hangs in the
air 

Hat in hand he
stands before her
father
who hits the roof
when he asks for her
hand
I won't accept any
proposals...

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The Rot Gut Incident

Tumbleweeds blew into Town
Rolling two bearded cowpokes with them
Looking for some action and the sheriff
The Bloody Mary is the only saloon in Rot Gut
I reckon this is a proper place for the...

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My steps, I take them slow
As I walk through the ghetto

For me, it’s not a foreign sight
To my left, and to my right
The same set, the same scene
A broken home, a broken dream
There is no...

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This is a portrayal of one of my favorite paintings by 
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida: Spanish painter 1863 - 1923. 
The title of his portait I am writing about is called
"Paseo a orilla del mar"...

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Wars Folly

Since you are there and I am here, 
have yourself an ice-cold beer. 
Raise your glass and sing with cheer, 
for all you love is standing near. 

This is not the way for me,...

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Sparks explode on piercing skies, to drown upon a basement of grass. 
An uzi and more cannons so keenly edged glimmer bright--
soon, real soon the red of blood will run dry.

City folks' imprints fade to...

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So still the night around her

As perfumed candles softly dance

To the breath of tears now falling

Upon the petals in her hands



Glistening drops of memories

Cascade slowly down her face

As she is taken back through time

To a...

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(Alfred, Lord Tennyson, the greatest of Victorian
poets, formed a very close relationship with
Arthur Hallam and frequently visited the Hallam
home in Wimpole Street.  After Hallam's sudden
death, Tennyson frequently returned to the house,
and stood weeping in...

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Who is the Ringmaster?
Who is the pawn?
Who will decipher
When the patrons are gone?

Enter the Big Top spot the trapeze,
Allay all your fears, put them at ease.
Barnum, Ringling masters long past,
Legends of showmanship destined to last.

Performers...

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Let us put on humility,
Even being on center stage; 
Remain meek and modest amid
Honor, glory, praise, and prestige.

Meekness may elicit picture
Of someone saying 'I was wrong'; 
Or one telling 'I need help' from
A certain group...

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If my child came to me in need
with confidence that I would heed
his plea, responding right away,
giving my help without delay,

if then he took my gift and left,
would I not feel a bit bereft
if he...

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Almost there, a few steps to the door
The wind spanks us promising more
Eyes view up while drops start down
The race is on across the ground.

Brand new shoes, a clean white blouse,
Crunching my hat I sight...

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