Long Kettles Poems

What is Christmas?          
Written: By Tom Wright
1999

A time of many sights to see, 
Of tinsel, garland and wreath's so fair.
Of hundreds of bulbs upon a tree,
With...

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A room without a view, unkempt for many a long year
Dusty aging book slanting within a bookcase
Closet doors creaked, the wide boarded floors moaned as I walk
Adjacent to the bookcase is a stone fire place...

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I don’t have asbestos fingers and my blisters come from the garden
Toiling the soil and growing fine ingredients for such gourmet cuisine
Like ‘throw it all in the one pan dishes’ and crystal ball cooking galore
Never...

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Thrill knowledge with the desire to spread 
Ideals across heads like grains of sand
Sprinkle little rays of brightness
Into cups full of vanilla ice-cream
If the sun doesn’t sparkle
Then there is no one to blame
But one’s own...

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what
A multitude of dishes is just not a sanctuary of fishes. Ok? Did you hear the trinkling of the water omitting from the tap? Gaps are small and small is smell and smell is stagnantly...

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Water rains the philosophies of mums each morning plying jeer can with tough 
faces because the taps have been experiencing months of loneliness in it 
gush. 

The waking of sleepless mums gluing their hope to...

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September is aging with a cool beauty
and the Missouri seems to be hurrying the expedition
into a world of natural splendor that is impatient to strip our spirit to it's bare light,
in my silent moments of...

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Standing on a ridge a sight can be seen. The kettles were choosing a queen. Bouquets were bought for the waters within. For waters will want wonderful and wonderful it was. The chosen kettle was...

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Athletic angels are analytical and archaic. But dust bombs do not derive from red, yellow, blue and purple shimmer shimmers nor do they derive from green, pink and orange glitter glitters. A hesitation of hue...

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A time of many lights to see,
Of tinsel, garland and wreath's so fair.
Of hundreds of bulbs upon a tree,
With twinkling lights and angel hair.

A festive time with thoughts of Santa Clause,
Of jingle bells, and distant...

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Now that December has descended
with it's roots of ice and skies of snow
our timber fortress is a sanctuary of ethnographic enlightenment
and embassy that entreats the exchange of craftsmanship, 
lately I have been preoccupied with my...

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Circular motions of mice dressed in vividly printed mushroom skirts. Could be acronyms for stars. Could bring the brooms to the brooks. Many a flea could clean a flowered stalk. While the emblem of an...

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Unpacked by dawn, the newborn day lies still,
it takes it's first breath, breeze disturbs the haze,
faint sunlight cuts a path from up the hill,
soaks out the nightly shades of blues and greys.
Daylight reveals the boats...

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Leafy ferns and little frogs
Toads live in the garden
Weeds and grass and daffodils
And poop...I beg your pardon

Yes poop is in there from the cat
That roams around the houses
Just pick it out or grind it in
It...

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Hop onboard overthinkers

A warm Welcome aboard the overthinker to all our guests, 
Especially Mr insomnia, and Mrs overthinker, both frequent flyers and our VIP guests
I'll be your minds captain for this flight, through awake all...

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Undone
No problem
Dog gone
Grow solemn in Harlem, but think clean name bereft of blame game

Which advances your worthy cause
In form and substance
Required to insert a new clause
In the wake of a changed circumstance

Despite bites of June...

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Ready, Go


If a crossword puzzle clue has to give me writing prompts, then so be it. 
I’ll consider myself prompted.

Uncle Wiggly reveals what the Brits call At Sixes & Sevens. But if the man is...

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An horrific situation happened in a country town.
The districts big employer has closed their factory down.
Twenty men had lost their job; the town had lost its soul.
Not one man was happy about going on the...

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Two genders

when we were toddlers, we played in the sandbox
and hide and seek, we didn't think about whose
gender we were
a few years later, the girls refused to play with
us boys, we were too active climbing...

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By the kitchen sink my time is lost,
hovering by a random fruit fly flies by,
by a hanging holiday trinket of a glass blue-eye 
foreground to the view of the Elmworth estate
before me, a window of...

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Don’t go walking in the forest where the trees have fingers
And the lions go aprowling and the moon hangs low
Don’t go skipping through the alleyways of strange dark shadows
Don’t you dawdle where it’s lonely. Oh...

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A little forthright butternut fruit cake was sat on embroidered picnic rug. Basking in the sun whilst chatting to a jam pot. Beyond the knitted trees of custard lays the artichoke of buttered llamas. To...

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Fort Clatsop is up and true,
50 feet square, with a smokehouse, pallisades, barracks and two gateways
furnished from the aromatic and reliable wood of the great Fir trees,
we keep busy by scraping elk hides for clothes,...

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To know thyself is not to find,
	What gods for you had in mind,
The fingers that wrote your code,
	Left untouched an open mode,
A chamber of sorts, an unlit room,
	An empty space free of doom.

Furnish this place...

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Like, from within boiled kettles raise sprites, Maya the Echo,
Dominates Marvel Comics with her facial art deco;  
Adopted daughter of Kingpin, lion-like rough villain,
Kills her father; rears her, like wolf-child, to fill his guilt...

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