Long In the cart Poems

Ancient sinister fires dwell in the savage creator's eye,
Soon his fire starter will be coming for a second try,
Choosing to believe, that which cannot be seen cannot be rude,
A cloak and dagger God who spies...

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Ancient sinister fires dwell in the savage creator's eye,
Soon his fire starter will be coming for a second try,
Choosing to believe, that which cannot be seen cannot be rude,
A cloak and dagger God who spies...

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"What is my role?" I asked.
"You are part of the crew," he said, not the captain as I was told.
"But I know maps! I read compasses!" I pleaded.
He thundered, "Don’t you see? Your existence is...

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Ancient sinister fires dwell in the savage creator's eye,
Soon his fire starter will be coming for a second try,
Choosing to believe, that which cannot be seen cannot be rude,
A cloak and dagger God who spies...

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It is very impressive to go westward
in an early morning of midwinter,
because you will see a full moon 
that you have forgotten for a while
in the middle of the western sky.

[The westward moon is, perhaps,...

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“Death to Caesar!!!”

“What!!  What did you say???”

I said:  “Breath to Caesar!!”
“Long and healthy and contented breath.”

“So which of his Legions are you a part of?”

“OH!  God, if there is one, they call...

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RAF navigator Ron Day and I took of from Banff, Scotland,
I was in the RAAF, an Australian, and we flew in formation:
40 Mosquitos to attack German ships in Norway land,
In a harbour, Porsgrunn, but then...

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I know you have heard many love stories, some that melt your heart
Can’t tell you about mine but you gotta know that love is still stronger
I never had to remember all it all started, cause...

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I wanted to bake a cake
but found I had no flour
off to the miller I went
alas he said I have none

the farmer didn't bring
any wheat for me to mill
he asked me to go and see
why...

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That was an extraordinary Christmas for Santa Claus,
his twentyfifth year of wintry journey without any pause.
He decided to make it a special celebration of gifting on his part
to the children adorably unique presents, he’d carry...

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Since the day I was conceived, her delicate hands have held me. 
Since the day I was created, her hands floated my first endeavor. 
At the point when the tears started to rain, her hands...

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Last Minute

The old lady went to the thrift store. 
She found the row of coats, 
and looked for just the right tags. 
The color of the day. 
She bought everyone that she could afford. 
There...

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Forever in a day, my heart is slowly fading away.
A victim to time i cant hold my tears any longer.
Slice my cheeks and burn a hole through my soul. 
I surrender
Scorned by my own follies....

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the single guy waiting with his groceries at the register whilst a child screams & mother whispers/growls obscenities 

after placing the divider stick
between the groceries making their way on the conveyor
towards the cashier &
his own,...

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Plain Pain.

There's a heavy pain on top of my joy,
Little room nails scratching my whole,
All of me helpless and hopeless,
The goal was joy now in the 
Goal mouth there's sore,
Necessity to comprehend the whole thing...

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I have always loved to write 
real…romantic rhymes
but now I have to feel free to 
form a fantastic freeverse
with my creative caps on and my 
pleasant pen and pad
I am doing this, drawing words 
from...

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She wears a quiet confidence everyday,  like a scarf
stained with sweat because she never takes it off.
That’s what she was wearing the first time she ever asked me
for yogurt recommendations.
She saw me standing with...

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Every week in the post they come .
Supermarket Specials with a boast
Of prices low I hear their call.
To make me rush to the Shopping Mall.

I can’t stop now, I may be late.
Must get there before...

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I knew of a family
 In an unpainted small house
In the poorest part of the town
The man of the house
Had met his love, Maria
Together they produced 8 children
I wondered where they slept.
The oldest child’s name...

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I am a pull-earth
Pulling the spirit of the earth,
Cracking imagery in the pool-earth.
I master the personification of the art,
Even when my metaphor is in the cart.
I treasure the cacophy of my word' luxury,
Closer to the...

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The rotten apple in the cart,
And lowest of the low,
A waste of space, a waste of time,
And not a joy to know,
A heartless witch, a nasty troll,
A trouble-making shrew,
The creature from the Black Lagoon,
And pile...

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At the fruit stand, in a box,
Were melons that, to me,
Were unfamiliar, not the
Ones I’m likelier to see.

No cantaloupes? No honeydews?
The fruit guy shook his head,
But pointed to the box which held
The green-skinned ones instead.

They...

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A unique Christmas time for Santa Claus,
fiftieth year of journey without pause.
     All gifts he stacks in the cart,
     gets ready to soon depart,
he feels for a...

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She was wearing her pajamas,
while standing at the checkout stand.
There were pink curlers in her hair,
a box of twinkies in here hand.

A screaming child was on each arm,
two more crying brats in the cart.
One was...

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Christmas in hot humid July,
No clouds seen in the bluest sky.
I shop and buy and cannot stop,
From one shop to another shop.

Why? My three-year-old grandson
Who is the world under the sun.
So, Christmas is all year...

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