Long Lengthwise Poems

I was attending a birthday party, once when summer was young.
We played games on the back lawn, beneath the huge orange sun.

Colorful birds were tweeting, almost the way that people do,
To say good morning sunshine,...

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The green village, the colored city, the ever familiar locality
Each path, tree, house, turn, each native I have left behind
But creepers, hedges have entangled with my leg and hand
The green crops fields, green hills, fruit...

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*Image of Golden Gate Bridge San Francisco by Pixabay.

"San Francisco, Open Your Golden Gate"

In my youthful primes some numerous years ago,
while Haight-Ashbury flickers in San Francisco,

ex-law enforcers, lawyers, demagogues all,
met in the solemn grand chambers...

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Mona Lisa is
Looking directly with fizz
Loving life more than slaying 

Her bent left arm looks
Curving as rushed water goes
Few miles into Sinai cove

Her left side’s dark cheek
A map of bliss’ Middle East
Tsunami comes to seek...

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Written: December 10, 2023
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A lengthwise lexicon for fulfilling any fantasy.
Trapped in a landslide and given up by reality,
In this vagrancy, the rocket derives...

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There was a little bird once dwelt in my heart, he built a nest 
on the tree branch hanging by the window of my heart 
with the webbings spun from sunlight in lengthwise 
and the...

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I.
At Bredinsburg Road Cemetery 
the fence pillars 
stand arched 
on each side 
where the empty space of 
shoulder bone meets shoulder bone.

II.
I tread lightly
here,
tombstones
white chipped shale
scattered and tilted askew
flat like deli plates  
tossed wilily...

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Under a thatch of welded grasses
Beneath the sentry trees and singing birds
A seven decade muse sits on a naked earth
Drunk by the tunes of choir birds
Creativity invades her weary veins
As she strokes the grassy strips
Expertise...

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He presses up against the open door
  where the sun glows and warms the carpet.
Such simple need he has
  that give him comfort and joy as his eyes close
  soaking in the...

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The Slow Hands Flies

'Your soft slow hand feels like flitting fireflies ' 
Albeit, naught fireflies had, but slow hand flies,
Here in Hawaii where our slow hands rise,
E'er so smoothly, while they lift to the skies,
Their...

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Cherries and Blueberries

Fresh cherries, red ripened under the sun;
Picked in the orchard, plump, and succulent.
And blueberries plucked from bushes in the wild,
Mouth-watering, tasty when crushed in the mouth.

Absolutely delicious when used as fillers,
In brimmed over...

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Only one of the haiku poems below is serious. The others are frivolous. Can you spot the serious poem?

Longitudinal
lines run lengthwise, criss-crossing
lines of latitude.

A "friend of the court,"
or "amicus curiae,"
is no friend of mine!

For perfect...

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Jails we weave in hues of red rust
All our yarns are strong and just 
Croons of threads sing on a
Quilt, "A song of trust!"
Urged the wefts,'we
Are like Silk,
Roped for
dust!


8th October 2015

Jacquard: a fabric made on...

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