Long Irving Poems

When does ambiguously free verse
also become emphatically political verbing verse?

I was emphatically reading pieces
ambiguously written 
about my sons,
to my oldest son's girlfriend.

The longer I read
the more she cried.

Now it had been my hope
and passion
to become...

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(*I wish I didn't know now, what I didn't know then.*)
Bob Seger, song lyric, from, " Against The Wind"...

I Wish I Didn't Know Now, What I Didn't Know Then

I recall rambunctious racing boy of a...

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Yes, my dear, you know,
You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope
I need your emotion spread onto my life,
I need your heart to sing among the darkness surrounding
Do not let our words run dry
Together, in...

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It is not new. The thirteen families, and Freemasons have been plotting for hundreds of years. Here are the thirteen families that make up the list. Rothchild, Bundy, Collins, Ayers, Kennedy, Rockefeller, DuPont, Freeman, Li,...

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Why is that even a discussion?
Why everything gotta be a competition, a comparison or even a debate?
Michael Jordan was the “GOAT” of his time and generation. LeBron is the “GOAT” of this time and generation....

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I happened to hear a cover song
on the radio the other day,
by some band the couldn’t write a hit,
or their instruments manage to play.
My first thought was to just shake my head,
and wish they had...

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The sign he reads out loud, “There’s holes ahead.”
The Rip Van Winkle Bridge quite disturbs me.
A story book that’s come to life — with head
To lose. My dad inches along bravely.

The chickens must brood o’er...

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LOVE IS ETERNAL


          On his First Date He gifted Her a Book
              ...

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Once upon a time, in Irving on day,
Sat Billy, Keith, and Sam the usual way,
Keith got a call, important I’d guess,
Doc said his kidney in a terrible mess,
Go to the hospital, ER check in,
Potassium too...

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Around midnight, in the library I found myself drawn,
to these shelves haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
as a rare, late October storm brews beyond the pane,
bringing life back to the creatures of Shelley and...

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"The streams are my veins."
                 --Constance La France

Along the shores of the Ohio, I now call my home
My heart...

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When blossoms fall
From the tree of life
Their ash will feed its roots
And bloom away the strife 
These ambassadors of hearts and smiles 
And handshakes
These caretakers of souls 
Theses brothers and sisters 
And mothers and fathers
And...

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I reckon I'm revealing my age when about radio days I pen,
But I fondly recall listening to our Philco radio 'way back then.
What wondrous tales, mysteries and pure comedy from it flowed,
By simply tweaking the...

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Do  you hear what I hear
Getting ready for the holidays, I brought out some Christmas music.
Nothing fancy, just the usual songs from the original artists. 
Bing Crosby,  Irving  Berlin  etc. ...

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The October night was dark and cold,
As the autumn sun was going down,
When I recalled the legends I had been told,
About this sleepy, little town.

There were tales about the haunted woods,
They say the wind seems...

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the truly romantic &
the truly caring
do not come forth to announce themselves
when capitalist commercial society deems it so,
no, they do not fold when the extreme pressure
to do as everyone else would have them do
comes down...

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White Christmas,
by: Irving Berlin


I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten, and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.


I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas...

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Today Lady Luck has made me smile for a change...
I tried all the tricks to lure you and lying about everything,
I saw that worry in each smile turning into fear:
you weren't willing to please me...

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"Living here can be compromising"
says Dad to Danny
in a John Irving novel.

Isn't that our universal truth?

Living here is a compromising series of on-purpose accidents.
Living is compromising
with mortality heavily favored to win out,
maybe short-term,
maybe later.

But these...

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When you look at me, my heart begins to float.
All the world seems bright and gay.
There's not another one could take your place.
You make me happy, when skys are grey!

I can't give you anything but...

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If you look at ol’ Bram Stoker,
Irish writer of Dracula fame,
it can be quite hard to believe
that any remember his name.
At first just a civil servant,
then he managed a London stage,
doing books for Henry Irving,
a...

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It's not a prerequisite, of course, but if a piece of writing is any good, chances are it's probably offensive to someone. (Paraphrasing John Irving-A Widow for One Year) So, writer beware...


Words are a writer's...

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I'm dreaming of a quiet Christmas ,
Just like the ones , I'll never know 
With no children screechin
Or pastor preachin
Of where all sinners surely go .....
I'm dreaming of a quiet Christmas
With every cheque , Im...

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For twenty years,
Tears in-between,
Rain and rust
And gray-beard dust.

A flooded flagon,
Empty-dry. Laid aside.
A spook to his wolf,
savior to the squirrels.

A languid man snores
While robins lay eggs
In his briery beard.

Blue and yellow eyes
Startle awake.
Oh what trouble
To sleep...

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*Image of Presentation on Three Stooges by Coshocton Tribune.

Curly and Shemp

*Jerome Lester Horwitz,
often dimmer than your wits,
famously known as Curly Howard, one of the three stooges,
his slapstick comedy split our sober from laughter like being...

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