Long Janie Poems

GUNSHOT WOUND TO THE HEART 


From a two-room schoolhouse high on a hill over the Fundy Bay, I sat at an old wooden desk daydreaming. The ink stains and etchings which were dug deep into...

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Standing reverent in a dull cast mist
glazing my cheeks while prayers were said
so silent stood at Rand's memorial
My mind dashed to the self-drawn sketch
he staged as "The Youthful Raconteur";
profile, pipe, wavy cinema legend hair -
his...

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"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things (or feelings) but their inward significance" - Aristotle

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Janie ... Janie Rose

Bright...

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Truth or dare? Truth ...



I came of age when I was twelve, (Janie, sixteen),

          In one of the most amazing summers of my life, 1970 ...

Oh,...

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thesis: strength endures voids and emptiness.
strength constructs no homes (antithesis:

if your house leaks then on swollen days
in sullen seasons there is no home for you)

there is endless repetitious strength
enduring endlessly there is this paradox:
strength is...

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Hey there Janie,last name Doe...
tell me baby,where ya wanna go?
maybe for a ride feel the wind in your hair,
maybe the nearest park,or an old country fair?

May I suggest,we take the fastest jet
fly overseas,to the sights...

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There’s A Lantern in The Window of A Louisiana Mill
There’s A Lantern in The Window, ‘cause All The Water, Spilled
Into Basements and Stories of Houses on That Road
And People Rushed Up Here, in the Power...

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My childhood memories—some clear, some vague—
come to me unexpectedly at times.
A scene, a sound, a fragrance brings them back.
They weave their way into my simple rhymes.

Mrs. Janie was our neighbor. She would smile
and speak when...

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Debbie has a hare-lip
Brian has MS
Polly has spin-bifida
Janie has a new dress

Gordon’s in a kids home
Becky endures abuse
Andrew has Downs Syndrome
Janie has new shoes

Adrian’s dad is on the dole
Joanne’s mum is on the booze
Martin’s dad...

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I have so many crush everywhere
Palpable and inner beauties, seen and felt somewhere
Likeness of Hedy, Audrey, Soraya, Oona, Grace, Lucille, Jayne, Yvonne, Sophia, Brenda, Ingrid, Connie, Timi, Anne, Patti, Juice, Janie, Janis, Minnie/Andrea, Stacy, Shelley,...

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Amusant

Reading a novel
	In a coffeehouse,
on soft, red-cushioned, fireplace chairs:
	(Janie Crawford’s dream…).

Unfinished pine stools, near orange,
	greenish-yellow, latex painted walls.

I chance to look up.
	(a moments breather from a novel speaking my soul).

Above me, a corner door:
	pad-locked; high...

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I have written bad poems
Under the blue moon
Those curled toes
Blue suede shoes
In the purple rain

I want to write a bad poem
Listening to “If loving you are crime”
A poem not for you
No longer for you
In the...

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