Long Jaunty Poems

Headlights messaged through midnight windows 
Curtainless glass unable to subdue the urgency 
Car obtained in street nearby was theirs temporarily
Three hour drive to ship leaving island next morning

Two sixteen year old girls barely registered surprise...

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Behind the theatre's foyer,                               ...

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Anomalous poetic contrivance evokes...
googling inept kickstarted lame outré jaunty hokum

(alternately titled:
Random screenshot within me noggin
instantaneously transforming, 
née devolving into gobbledygook.)

I got born with poker faced physiognomy,
no matter yours truly doth not play cards
though self same...

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Having been unemployed for some time, I had a fresh job prospect,
As sunlit rainbow beamed jaunty colors, the last time you checked.

I really needed some good news, as my savings were almost gone;
And without the...

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She looked peaceful in her lavender dress-
as I suppose she was. Eyes closed as if lost
in childhood dreams, small hands folded across her chest.
Her glasses resting beside her auburn strands,
lips pleading for color, her face...

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October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In the moment. In the last pale pulse of sun.

Hey, can...

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What's in a Name? 
                              ...

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In a world where dreams are rakish and quixotic,
Where quiddity seems extravagantly chaotic,
A chivalrous soul dares to be different.
With a heart that beats fervently, so magnificent.

Romantic notions dance in their minds.
A visionary quintessence they find,
Chimerical...

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POETS


Desert dust before the rain hampered our walk
                       on the Oregon  floor
...

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Who of us by late September long to be in bleak November?
A month that in this frigid clime is dark and dreary, out of rhyme.
Leaves all spent and soggy lie beneath a gray and grizzled...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, 
                             ...

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Tonight I’ll disconnect the phone
and lock all doors
and close the curtains.

It will be me and my TV,
some sushi maybe
and some wine.

The couch and comfy cushions
now a small tropical island
in a sea of quiet bliss.

I’ll start...

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As spring unfurls its mystical charm 
and masterly sprinkles star-dust
to rouse nature from the cradle of slumber.
Joy overspreads through the excited cool breeze
that carries the invitation to each and every one.
It's the much awaited lovable...

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My true love and I met for a moment, in a train station, after I had stopped looking.
I remember the moment like yesterday.  I had just turned twenty-two.
When I looked up and saw his...

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January:
Journey into an another Era
with many aims still raw
begins with a Jaunty January
into a heart throbing journey.
 
February:
Flower in fine fields flow
into a stream and film of rows
It is the quite Freezy February
welcomes us with...

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Timothy shivered as the evening cooled,
he pulled tighter on his little coat.
Suddenly, right in front of him stood
his arch enemy - the Stoat.

The Stoat circled Timothy,who, shivering on the ground,
tried playing 'dead' on his back.
"Nice...

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All avenues are amphibious arenas
Bubbles belch-burst, bitter Bacchanalian bombs
Clouds' cast-iron crescendo creates cold cantankerous caricatures
Drenched - darkness descending, daylight dying, disappearing duskwards
Every eye echoing every eye, emotional evidence enveloped
Fake furs, fashionable fools, firm friends fleeing...

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I'm a piece of Ireland, far away across the sea,?
American I've become but I'm very proud to be?
Forever Irish; and forty shades of green?
I sing it from my heart, picture the Irish scene, 
?I still...

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Lavender turkey eggs amid purple straw hat
With fake turquoise frosting, 
She sits next to me in the hard pew
What kind of sugar ants will be parading up here now?
For I see this is real frosting...

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A writer’s words

Thought of wisdom swirling within a writer’s
Brain jaunt jaunty to the fingers,
Fingers alchemy and become words
Words written with fire of passion
Words written with fire of emotion
Spread across the line
Which the writer cannot cross
Spread...

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They call me a siren.
I glory in it, and swish my tail
The water flicks into the air, 
and the air laughs
We are in jaunty moods always,
the sea and I. She is my friend,
and I, her...

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Bathed in delightful unknowingness I keep to myself.
I am not tempted to jump into the sewer of negativity I see unfolding 
The pool that often times seem to saturate and permeate this pack.
I refer to...

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Breath and walk easily in a night so blue...
under the green branches of the pines;
and see the brisk breeze that lull the daises,
on the trimmed lawns, sparkling with dew!

On this side of town, rain comes...

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Our Island's disparate seasons guide the pen, of authors, poets, artists, common men.
When bitter, snow-flecked winds and frosted boughs, draw us to our hearths and thoughts arouse;
of springtime promise, nature's quickening pace, the lengthened day,...

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Morning mist, known by coastal folk 
clears slowly to reveal memories. 
Silhouette becomes visible 
jaunty walk, a cheese cutter hat on head 
remember you well or maybe not. 
Cool and calm, never a shout 
look...

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