Long Joggers Poems

Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.
My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox blossoming so tantalisingly,  might be a source of some...

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Was this a bold  endeavour or worst-case high risk plot?
 In one sense I was caught between two poles apart  concerns.
One must never underestimate indeed trivialise a devilish 
difficult decision.
A decision that may...

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 Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn A Year Ago and yet now No Change
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I awoke  after hearing a noise on the roof of the cottage, it sounded like a couple of seagulls, probably fighting over a piece of bread.
I was wide awake now and looked over at...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling...

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Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn
				                             …at the...

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I sat upon a wooden bench 
    to rest my weary limbs.
And marveled at a Thrasher's voice
     who sang a pastoral hymn.
Where joggers passed in groups of two...

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There were images the grey man could not see 
Did not want to see, in all probability

Walking by the glass doors and windows of modern stores
No warmth of being within their cold crisp alloy frames
Where...

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He walks, rosary in hand, up the steps. 
His tread is broken, fragile, and the joggers 
Might hear his breath, each sharp inhalation, 
Each hissing exhalation, were it not for their 
Own breathless haste, their...

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How come they call it Labor Day when nobody works?
And why Pool-Table?  Where's the diving board?  the water?
How can you play "Draw-Poker" without paper and pencil?
Do Negroes really have bigger knees?
And Flashlight: A...

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FABEL EIGHT 
FABEL EIGHT 
 
Ignorance is Bliss 
 
CharlaX Fables 
 
People argue they agree among themselves on stupidity to be the ruler of them 
all it was so laughable not even rude at...

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On this dreary winter morning I sit on a bench in Central Park.  Lost in my own 
thoughts of the conversation I had with my ex-wife and her last remarks.  I keep asking...

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IT'S BEEN A BUSY SEASIDE SUMMER DAY..
     WHILE THE SUN WAS AT IT'S HEIGHT AND BURNING
     UP THE DAY...
     ON THE BEACH THEY'RE...

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Evening skyline
Glow of last light;
Dark shadows creep

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Green moss
Zen garden stones;
Calmness charms

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Antique shoppe
Old proprietor;
Living antique

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Cemetery visit
Angel statues stand
Guardians of death

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Newspaper vendor
Hazards early rain;
Prompt delivery

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World news broadcast
So many conflicts;
Violent humanity

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Children's playground
Noisy little people;
Fun screams and shouts

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Empty taxi...

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part 2 of 2

8 No Love in the Heart of Town

Hot summer day
Fetty Wap heavy rotates
Done pretendin' to find a God charades
Besides feelin' not havin to try, nothin's changed
Jumped in 1 after another place
Robbed different...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Three

Note:  I do hope it’s clear to readers by now that – strictly speaking – in these ruba’iyat, I deviate from the original Persian medieval model, introduced...

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There is a presence to a Sunday morning,
an ease.  People waiting on line for their
coffee seem more animated, less agitated,
friendlier….almost chatty.  The traffic seems
to get along better too.  No schedules demand
cut throat...

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Sitting alone on a park bench surrounded by a natural beauty that only I can appreciate at
this moment in time. Oh, there are occasional intruders in this beautiful place, a few
joggers with their MP3’s hanging...

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A wild flower, grew up through
a crack in the pavement, I wondered,
why already not trampled
by so many preoccupied feet?  

Sat I down on a 
park-bench, further pondering this yellow
charmer, to which I cordially gave...

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Look at this leaf.

Where did it come from?

Stuck in a mud, like a

discarded grief from a weeping willow.

I like its shape.

Follows my hand. Pair it

in two and you can make a glove

or a puppet doll...

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The wintry season is quasi-over, 
And the sweet spring is around the corner.
Already, the tiny chicks are moving and chirping, 
And the bigger birds are flying and singing.

Spring is near; the summer season is coming.

The...

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Humid evening
Hot air and disease;
Flu bug on parade!


Old age looks forlorn
My neighbour sits alone;
Keeps own company


Day turns to night time
Cyber sensations;
Wind blown haikus


My mother died alone
Late June last year;
Still, I see her face


Two poodle-terriers
Snoopy and...

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The hoarfrost bites the tender limbs, with hard snow on the ground
The water surface mirror like, in the forest there's no sound
The footbridge wears a coat of ice, flashing in the sun
Awaits steam blowing joggers,...

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“ Corona-itis”




“We, the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of...

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A small dog (possibly irish)
fights a dandelion seed as it puffs upward
on a gentle breeze.
Pin sharp teeth snap at near misses.

I am unleashed walking around a park pond
the earth trembles with deep thoughts.

Father Thomas in...

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