Long Haystack Poems

Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham
There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining the Middle Ages, perhaps even longer.
My pals and I back...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLVII - Tongue Twisters

If you want to « have » your cake and « eat » it at one and the same time, simple enough, just split it into two equal parts like...

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"Gospels"

 

Gospels are lost on a god
words are never hidden
under rocks 
unturned stones
for the hiding

Poets caress swords
a legend firm in their hearts
undrawn they hold it out
as victor for witness
and target, practice

to fall on love 
brutally...

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The same black cloud that rested over the field the morning after the mower put out the haystack floated over the tops of the silver-trees on the edges of the rose-garden. Through the silver-trees it...

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Why do the good men get the bad luck?

Not moving cuz they all stuck

Going down stead a up

With not a person to love

Cuz being kind

All the time

Just ain’t good enough

You’ll get thrown out with the...

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A Priest Who Had Schumer Humor

Our priest had almost been a baby boomer,
Who is religious and we even heard a rumor
He did dodge,
Having a massage;
Has friend named Schumer with much humor.

Priest always thought he was...

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I watched her at times, gazing into another world
Her head was past dwelling in the clouds
Way up high, and at times she would fall back to the ground.
She wore stars in her hair, milky way’s...

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Avoiding the unpleasantries of the Barbarians At The Gate                          ...

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“FAKE” Dread Locked Dumpster Diver

Not by choice this average
     bonehead configured Earthlinked
     Bozo went kicking, and screaming
     into refuse bin
naturally (no questions asked,
...

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"Smoke Signals"




Her wet lips
long slender fingers
flipped the lit cigarette
3 
seconds 
it glowed
inhaled deep, 
hard
and real slow
crushed under
Vermillion 
manolo blahnik 
killer, 
Capital K
long bare legs in
deadly brutal
stilletos

The taste wasn’t sweet
Her last kiss
tasted of Manuka
and violet scented
dom...

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The following limericks are a continuation of: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/wicked_marys_been_a_bad_girl_1381428


Mary was simply horrid, as a wee girl
She was naughty and selfish, a school yard churl
She picked on one lil kid
Oh, yes indeed she did
Took out her scissors...

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In a moment of magic I once gave her a juicy innocent peach

Not yet knowing that she harboured a sweet nascent dream

In which as a youngster she knew that she would marry the one

Who handed...

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3 
Pay attention! 
Important chicken poetry coming up, 
though no binary fantasies shall deconstruct 
into raucous biddy enjambment. 


4 
Grandfatber always kicked Grandmother's chickens away 
while he sat whittling under the Oak, 
Those ruddy, Cherokee...

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I’ll tell you all a story
Tis one close to my heart
Has love, Has life, It has a cow
A haystack torn apart
The man in question?
Well that be me.
The setting?
Cheltenham Town
So gather all, come, sit around
My tale...

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A band donned... Around ring finger of left hand

Yes folks (meaning,
whomever espies these lines) alas and alack
I attest thy spouse located future heirloom -
while tentatively asleep in her bivouac
though far less likely,

(yet near more rewarding)
than...

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Lost my kids once just for a  minute or so in the fair:  needle in haystack.
Busy and purposeful Sunday morning. Fascinating bee hive but I wanted my kids back

Thought they were next to...

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My love, where have you been all my precious life?
My darling, how have you been through all this strife?

I loved you for so long ago...
What about you, my dear?
Beloved, I used to know...
All the lyrics...

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Argh resolution between
     self and eldest
     dear daughter more remote,
now then locating

     a left handed monkey wrench,
cuz she feels this papa
  ...

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Woke up (September 6th, 2020)...

Got outta bed boot
did not drag comb against head
of  beetle browed foo fighter,
he did not arise
bright eyed (by George), nor bushy tailed
to bucket flush toilet.

After attending her asinine
morning toiletries, the...

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We lived in the heart of town through which ran a paved road and a railroad track. When a little boy, I had three brothers, eight sisters, and a dog named Jack. There were no...

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MARKET    IN    BRITTANY,     FRANCE

Lost my kids once just for a  minute   or so  in the market:   needle in haystack.
Busy...

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We wandered beside the hills happily
My daughter was very glad to see
Lambs grazing golden grass
A few looking at us
One of them became friends with Emily

The wool in its neck she cuddled fondly
You are, she said,...

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Their spirits sift through the ages
Soaring swiftly in song
Kings queens prophets poets
Martyr and messiah
Tattooing tongues teaching teal truths

For ages they are anxiously awaiting 
YOU 
The one who will pick up that torch
Glowing with orange golden...

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What is interesting to me is how we all have our own conception on…
- what is “interesting”.

Each brain contains at least one hundred billion cells, you see,
each cell designed different yet we may share the...

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I wandered the desert alone, oh, what a dream to remember! 
    'Twas a place of extremes. Gorgeous yet frightening. A swelteringly hot 
        ...

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