Long Jute Poems

Incredible! Where could little girl of her age be going under this cold weather at this hour barefootedly and bareheadedly?What could have sent a poor girl she was to street with just oversized slippers she...

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Variations On A Theme...
of hodgepodge strewn helter skelter
wonky inviting reader to mentally swelter.

Ach'n (ache Ken and burn'n) 
kickstarting existential and proverbial struggle
me species classified as generic muggle
analogous to entertainer 
with namesake of yours truly
starring an...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone, brick and muck.
Main waterway, depending on era
town or sailor beck,...

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Continued from Part 1
Ah Consuela! I’m watching the vertigo veiling her green Spanish eyes,
while the drumbeat pounds, droning, the rhythm sounds, moaning,
                 of jungles Jamaican entwined
in the valleys concealing the vineyards revealing
                 the vaults in...

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Oh wow. Oh great. Look over there. Quickly now. Come on. It is the mitigating migrating mammoth mansions. Brick by brick and bone by bone. In a line. Travelling. Traversing the plains, fields and mountains...

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mysterious as Lemuel
     unlike hundreds of
     other rowdy seniors
     constituting the nineteen
     seventy seven graduating class
   ...

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Cape Comorin  (Kanyakumari) of Tamil Nadu,
Might be copious of the core concept called Xanadu;
Indian Ocean, Bay of Bengal, Arabian Sea, 
Amalgamate and mingle here, like mermaids, full of glee...!

Treasures of silver, gold, and gemstones...

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The restless night had ended
abruptly. Caught between dreams and
consciousness, the town was arching towards
the sprinkled light of dawn. A perpetual regularity 
reigned over the dusty path that led wayfarers and commuters    ...

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Variations On A Theme...
Ach'n (ache Ken) Existential Struggle...

(NOT by Bellini, Paganini, Rossini...
Eeny Meany Miney Moe - si,
nor the three stooges tee hee hee)

twill never end till...this oft writ trend
of mine will never end,
only when...mortality
ike'n no...

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Addends, minuend, subtrahends... all Greek
to poor student long haired pencil necked freak.

Damned (internal) revenue stream
plus plugged egress
equals flood of woe
torturous suffocation
of biosphere quite slow
particularly concerning one
Norwegian bachelor farmer from Oslo
amidst the bajillions of people,
one common...

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Gone her way home;
cast overcast;
time waylays prompts me,
child; do never; no-never forsake,
ever.


""She...
Momma wept,
Sissy's, tears worn, she-
went I died with her,
never more,
always will-be,
we, one-soul,
us;
"So defined - friends-you better bet... yes... !""


Day she died,
told mama, hers-then, readily...

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Peachy keen verboten maiden jailbait
USA plum ova ripe fruit
inevitably, inimitably, invariably,...
whets whistle pubescent magic flute
impossible mission to rein with absolute
zero sucks esse to temper acute

raging testosterone, I attribute
overbearing animal urge doth constitute
difficult surge protector
resultantly, subsequently,...

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“Metamorph”





The Invocation of Fire cast,
She imprinted her mark, a
Metamorph holding keys

The Siren,
bare feet, walks
towards 

the blue-green mirror Sea

Out of the cave
from the Underworld
following he

A rope around her waist
One leg in Heaven
The other in Hades

Eurydice;

This time...

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thought I just heard the ice cream truck
seems as though it was a dream and I’m out of luck
visions of ice cream sandwiches and fudge bars
seems like yesterday but now only in my memoirs.

the repertoire...

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While Up And Adrift In Cloud 9...

Reprieve from damp,
     and rainy, or sultry weather,
     I schlepped a
     light weight Shaker
made folding chair
 ...

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BURLAP and SATIN

Texture fine, woven design
Like harden tree sap
Rough is the burlap!!!
That's at my finger tips
Smooth is soft the satin as silk
The dress rapped around her waist

Burlap and satin

Give me such touch my reactions
Hard rough...

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Continued from Part 1

The City’s blur? A sepulcher for Christians, Muslims, Jews –
Cathedrals, Temples, vacant now, enshrine their residues,
for churches, mosques and synagogues abide without a bruise.

No cantillation, belfry bells, monastic chants inspire
and Minarets, though...

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Cityscape

The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday
    In straight lines
    Of hard edges -
Peaks of 
    Right angles perfected
    Missing oblique or obtuse –
Claiming the...

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Matchstick Bikes 

To tinkers and toilers 
     I salute, 
From mending boilers 
     to weaving jute, 
Man and boy 
     for generations, 
I...

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While walking through the familiar road,
Connecting my commence and the destiny,
The road that took me to the humanity of knowledge,
Delight, opportunities and revealed mysteries,
My college, a bastion of courageous queens and the influential,
While I marched...

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I’m tired all the time these days 

With aches and pains that show my age. 

Rusty springs, instill in me, this unfamiliar rage.

Logic still escapes me as air once clear, is filled with blame.

Smaller piles...

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Another Easter spent
feasting on Jelly Bean Martinis,
sculpting butter lambs
with Nana’s mastiff Escort
snoring by tabletop fire.

Aunt Bea smoked lemongrass,
shading wooden eggs 
with Dappled Willow shrubs.

A whimsical Slovakian cousin
suggested we whip each other with willow rods,
sprinkle ice-choked...

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The Street Cleaner 
He is not a lucky man, but he is happy but one day he won on a lottery ticket, 
not a not a big sum of money but enough to by wheelbarrow...

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My friend
I can see
a bird is going out of sight
heading for the tree tops height

I really wish
he would turn back and not depart
I will share my coat to warm its heart. 

I’ll call him
I may...

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I noticed him across the room
In the cafe where I sat,
I knew I'd seen him many times
I was sure of that.

I sat there very quiet
I didn't want to stare,
I knew he was familiar
As I watched...

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