Long Hummock Poems

Written: February 22, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama

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...He remembered his childhood,
Cajun stories of the bayou,
and one of an old witch doctor,
they claimed he still practiced voodoo.

He had seen the man once or twice,
he’d seemed rather old decades back,
but when Alex called some...

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outward brain stem hummock
     analogously, (asper bound
minuscule magnum opus)
     figuratively paginated with drowned
atavistic animal instincts

     roar back to life upon found
perceived or real...

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Outward brain stem hummock
analogously, (asper bound
minuscule magnum opus)
figuratively paginated with drowned
atavistic animal instincts

roar back to life upon found
perceived or real threat adrenaline
splashes cerebral hemispheres
triggering body electric
to become alert as a bloodhound

countless millenniums ago
the flight or...

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Trying to recapture the joy of those winter days is difficult. School cancelled: sun shining through the sheer, white, curtains into an all too girlie room, the sound of a tea kettle's whistle,  the...

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I could tell you, Pip, that when you were born,
I loved you like I was loved by grandpa Orne.

I could tell you that there was nothing more perfect,
Than your little feet, and your tiny toes,...

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O, e’er she cometh and calleth me from the barren wolds whereupon lieth the first palpitation of the laconic exchange of bashful glances; 

O, whensoe’er thy dulcet voice wafteth o’er the hummock, and thy throat...

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Wild are the spring flowers which win my heart 
wood violets blue, and those Johnnie jump-Up starts
waves of ajunta burgundy glow 
pierced with lost daffodils standing apart
a gourmands delight admired a la carte
'mong seas of...

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In the city of the living,
A place where all are breathing
Few miles away from the well-known barber shop
Down the road with an inclined slope

He laid down there underneath the bridge
Helpless, gasping for new air
The virus...

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The Hummock
There is a hill behind the houses rounded and soft
I call it a -mother hill- and it welcome you and softly
Murmur, how do you do and leave you alone to sit
On a boulder and...

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The Hummock
There is a hill behind the houses rounded and soft
I call it a -mother hill- and it welcome you and softly
Murmur, how do you do and leave you alone to sit
On a boulder and...

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The hummock

There is a hill behind the houses round and soft,
I call it a mother hill it welcomes you and murmur 
How do you do?” and let you sit on a boulder 
to enjoy the...

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