Long Intervened Poems

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Rhonda was the only child of Ron and Debby Baker. 
Debby was a widow.  It was 1952…
And having been away from ‘41 to ‘43 -
fighting on the...

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We sat in our respective chairs, a group of friendly neighbors, chatting back and forth while people milled about the goods.
This was not the first time that we’d had a monster garage sale, so we...

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Justin Von Depathos strode across the ballroom floor 
To sit with Carlton Vishizwa and Charlotte Genivieve, 
While I watched, in silent fascination, from the door,
The “major players” waltzing ‘round the room that Friday eve.

Thurston Beaumont...

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For the past thirty seven years, living for me was knowing that I do not know
I have been yearning for what I do not have a name for
The knowledge of the presence of this nameless,...

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Date:  October   2050

Cool October afternoon. Damali 
Damian Sidney Amadeus Dolly 
Molly and Holly planned a sort of 
small birthday celebration for Desharah
 and Sedanah both would soon be in
 the beginning of...

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Slowly he opened the drawer and looked inside.  Some time had passed since he last gazed upon the cloth that lay there.  Years perhaps.  Yes definitely years.  The blotched rusty brown...

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I am not done yet until all of you speak the truth, I am not done yet until I obtain justice for my brutal youth, you kick me around like ball and blame me for...

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Date:  April   2051

Second day of April.
There was a light Hawaiian cool 
Breeze early morning.  DJ Amadeus 
Nyaf Rico Tino and Damali met Sidney
CJ  Crysteph Adonis Kyon and Franky 
In Kyon's...

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It must have been the darkest, deepest fate time create,
People saw and forgot the impact when history intervened. 
We forgive and endure, but our minds will not forget
The Bizarre world trying to suppress our African...

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Across figurative and literal blackened white board...

Where death of democracy writ large,
nevertheless psychological strength predominates
unlike earlier chapters of mein kampf.

Mine hardscrabble existential debacle 
spelled losing game
swept me up in malevolent mindset 
far adrift from harbored...

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Damian had a restful sleep.
Up at 9  simply shaved 
Showered savagely ate. And 
On the road at 10 to retrieve
His future.  He hoped she was
anxiously anticipating 
The surprise. The weekdays 
The road was...

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There were four times that I recall.
I was home each time I fell to the floor.
I was also alone each time I fell, and three
of those times, immediately, I got up alone   ...

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WHERE THERE IS A WILL

It has been over three months now and still no Grans will
Through the letterbox; comes another, got to be paid bill
  
As the insurance didn’t cover for my Grans Zombie...

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“Childhood only exists”
“While its innocence lives”
“In time, it is stripped away”
“By what, our invidious reasoning gives”     WIZDUMBs by JA 223           ...

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Tears for a Mother
Fears for a Father gone
Fate deals an unfair hand
The door to youthful joy closing
on adolescent shoulders imposing
grown up responsibilities instead

Eyes sadly deprived 
See not the panorama
of pursuing cloud shapes
that conceal a frivolous...

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I haint donning royal carpet treatment

No stuntman/woman showed up, 
albeit intervened in timely fashion
to thwart mishaps experienced 
courtesy me I bemoan,
and poet lore re: yet of Perkiomen Valley
Pennsylvania, United States of America
never suffered major illness...

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The Nez Perce Indians who lead lean lives on these knolls and river brooks
have a style of soul that sneaks into the songs of the sun
and plays on the prayers in the patience of their...

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Encounter with guardian angel January 20th, 2022

We (myself and thee missus)
experienced shell shock
analogous to war weary soldiers
back home from the western front
experiencing battlefield flashback
analogous to awakening dormant
post traumatic stress disorder.

Mental health challenged renter
twice threatened us
(think...

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We are masterpieces for we are uniquely created, masterfully crafted
           with our traits or qualities, gifts and talents to shine.
     ...

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Villanelle: Who's afraid of the Virgin Wolf's wisdom tooth

(As unlikely as it may sound, this happens to be the TRUTH: the foremost French journalist, André FONTAINE of Le Monde; an illustrious  Academician poet, Pierre...

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The Boatman’s Song                                ...

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It's been a while since I've told this tale
Thinking of it still makes me pale.
Was it hubris or foolishness or naivete'
That made me want to go away.

I wasn't leaving which you understood
But the job they...

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The Boatman’s Song                                ...

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Now Israel loved Joseph more, a son of his old age.
He made for him a splendid coat; his brothers were enraged.
They scarce could civil speak to him; there was no peace, it seemed.
And bad relations...

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Against communist Vietnam a war was waged 
For almost twenty years fierce fighting raged 
The French came first then the U. S. arrived
Communism had grown and it had thrived.

Most American soldiers served with distinction
Carrying out...

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