Long Leavings Poems

Imitation! Creative Compliment, Lacking in Originality, or Plagiarism? 

This week takes me back to college days. I was taking a graduate course (as a Physics major)   in 'Modern Poets' at the University of...

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There is a new mythology emerging, 
Howling from the hind end of the pack, 
Scorching the composted leavings 
Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame 
Showing the way for true rock & rollers. 
It’s...

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What struck me is that it showed him
Always leaving
And sadly looking back
At his family home
Going to Llasa
To be (re)educated
Tenzin Gyatso was found as a young child
Went through many tests to prove
That he was the 13th...

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Part One

                 Still the din dashes about in his dreams
now louder in the spacedout quiet:
an occasional auto-rickshaw backfiring revving
spluttering...

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I awaken to the sound of your voice, your words, calling to me...
Calling to me...Petitioning me... like an ethereal Siren's Song
Moving towards me just as waves journey toward an empty beach...
Always and forever...moving towards that...

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Blech - impossible mission to savor mug of ginger tea...

When the entire mug awash
with floating leavings
by golly by gosh,
sipping said herbal brew
analogous challenge
to eat spaghetti squash
with one chopstick.

Earlier yesterday February twenty fourth
two thousand twenty four
found...

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Forever in the wind, the gale, the tempest gone……
though, lingering caress of cheek and thigh remains		
as does the precious memory of fires glow.			
Winds leavings lesson, shreds the sheets of time’s retreat	
and, at last, the snow...

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Once upon a time, mother was gifted new life.
Reformed, reborn the second child to poverty, 
through the coldness of a Maine winter came beauty.
A fair Eve to her brothers Adam construction
her bloom was destined for...

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In the meadow, of the fields of life burning ripe with ire, I lay. Falling into a nagging sleep away from all the begging flowers. Aloof into the night, with blindfolds to help me rest...

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The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of...

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The Lever (1) of Faith
*
The lever we need to move earth, if not heavens,
is Science, my friend, not your ‘take’ on our Bibles
(some mindfart of personal prejudice)! Players
take truth out of context to justify evil.
The...

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THE ROOM  

I’ve a wish
To spend my musings on little things    simple things
Little thoughts    each in its place
Little items about my room perfectly fixed
    ...

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Quarried,  and carved from our earthen mother's skeletal
Backbone and under belly, were the Moai solid rock deities,
Stone guardians of Easter Island.
A mystical place, a harvested paradise, but nothing remains
Of the people whom built this...

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for Eric Mottram

           "Nur wenn das Herz erschlossen,
            Dann ist die Erde schön."
 ...

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Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal 
via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw 
carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber
prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun
kist animals at an exhibition...

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When I am only an almanac of belonging
left behind
I will leave a son who will move on
allowing me time to pick his pockets
of the sins of his father.

There will be grandchildren
tucked away in kindergartens,
my stick...

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The Carrion Crow

Crows abound in the 
neighborhood and around the 
yard. Often in early morning a 
great, noisy caw-fest occurs. 

A carrion crow
sat on an oak, fol de rid-
dle, lol de riddle…

Only tiny oaks sprout here...

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Be not soft upon the morrow
For the maliciousness it contrives.
The future beckons unending sorrow
To gamely catch the vulture's eye.

'Tis the destiny of mice and men
To be laid waste by nature's curse.
Where foolishness belied of ink...

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her entrance was full of 
beautiful blue-hued stars
filled with the nuance of a touch of romance
inspired by her i make clear announcements to my heart
that this daughter of moonlight
treads the path to my dreams 
alone...

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You could say that life is a lot of leavings, departures, waving goodbyes, saying goodbye-regretting that you didn’t say I love you enough times or the last thing you did say to someone was a...

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Subject: BUS STOP CRAZIES   Today at 3:37 pm      

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BUS STOP CRAZIES 
BUS STOP CRAZIES 

Glitter My Words 
First one: a man rolled a cigarette using a bummed...

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In a house by a highway by a railroad 
Eyes open to a self-set sleep-destroying buzzer 
That waking mind impudently pretends 
To ignore. 
Penetrating the window barrier 
The air conducts a heavy diesel lullaby. 

Over...

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Can you show me who you are
      Where you’ve been or what you’ve done?
         Can you tell me all your wonders
 ...

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(inspired by "Gifts of the Most High" by G Alan Johnson.)

The crows know me, and I, in their untamed glares,
and wild, accepting, onyx eyes find a solace.

No need for ID, for they’ve been watching me,
my...

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If we are nicer they will come around, yes, we think so.
We are optimists, we are teachers, and social workers, right?
We are moms and dads, right?
We are grandmas and grandpas, right?

Until we meet the one
who...

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