Long Hereabout Poems

My transportive 
awesome Muse
speaks of a hiking trail
for an aging snail.

My communicative
wondrous music
is dancing choreography
for an ageless bee
coming.


I ask if I might speak
with the Editor in Chief
of my town's daily GoodNews Bulletin...

No.
I do not have...

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Fire's Out

Walking through the woods one day
I met a dragon in dismay
I didn't know that they could talk
So thought I'd carry on my walk

But as I passed I heard a hiss
A voice that said I'll...

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A coyote pack was howling as the sun crowned
Zack Waverly was weary, he'd travelled around
Zack takes up the narrative, better I found.

High noon, I rode the bay into Rotgut town
With fixed intention, I weren't playing...

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Santa could you help me out, I’m in a dozen shades of doubt
Half the world is ‘weapons out’, all the rest just scream and shout
“Don’t do this and don’t do that, would you kindly pause...

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the Magi travels on the web
deftly legging at the lines
crawling around like tide and ebb
leaving gifts brushing those confines

there is wonder there, to partake
there are sightings, so exquisite
things seen clearly, or opaque
discerning is the only...

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Before me lies the ocean, with its shore,
   maintaining varied limits day and night;
at times, beyond its border, reaching more
   than ever, thrashing out in wild delight.

At other times, so docile,...

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The first monarch butterfly,
Just flitted by.
Lazily drifting through stark spring sunlight,
Seeking any blooms to alight.

Daffodils cheerily glow before front fence,
Oval ridged petals in breezes wave thence.
A dense carpet of creeping phlox, its tiny pink flowers,
By...

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Sunlight sifts through shimmering aspens
Casting ghost-like shadows on the forest floor
Camouflaging the smaller critters shyly
Skittering among the drying brown leaves
Protecting their well-hidden burrows
Sometimes I hear them chattering warning
In sharp squeaky voices so charming,
Not unlike the...

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Stale milk sky,
traffic is trawling for any surfacing light.
Rubber squeaks on the smeared blacktops.
No hills to climb in this part of town
we are flat earth
and mostly just tilted into our daydreams.

Corner shops are damp and...

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Masterful!  

   lordly framed 
    picturesque rain stain
   ing icy cap summit’s height, 

vaulting off grassy green 
 pediplain’s sloping foothills, 
impinging azure sky’s obscur
 ing clouds....

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