Long Line of sight Poems

But breakfast’s subject beckons: 
the booster affair effect in Tumblr-
land? The digital map surveillance
co-sponsor the soccer mom sauce
minivan project, relay & speech 
to cell battery fiasco. Batteries 
have lives too, reads the cloud script.
FML maxims...

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              To wallow in the fires is a tempting 
surrender.
A swan dive into the maelstromic implode 
of mushroom clouds, return to 
sender....

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Impeachment is neither a peach, a pullover nor is it a purple plum. And a sanctimonious swan is neither a swamp spinning yarn nor a spotty sporty spade. Ok then. Paste and post but not...

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Inspired by the painting Automat by Edward Hopper in 1927.

The painting shows a lone woman sat at automated restaurant table.

Viewing the painting will enhance the poem.

Centre stage yet unseen, star still observable when no longer...

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I once lived in high Montana
and I knew a man who live there,
went by the name Rodrigo,
known to most for his wild hair.

But Roddy didn’t grow it long
to try and impress some girl,
Roddy was a...

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A while back i had a "drug" tha used to fix all my pain 
flashback to 11 months ago, when i swore id never again play this game
I remember phening for the blade
Terrified that my...

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Snow tumbled down over all I dared to see
Reached to grab as much as I could while I was free
Those days slipped away like the snow melting in my grip
So innocent, so completely raw, the...

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 from this temple way up high
I see the city of gold below me,
and it shines no more.
What I help build with my hands,
now condemns me...is my curse.

I can see the great kingdom,
Strong with the...

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Lines, Launch Angles and Curve Balls

The boys of summer 
Set up for a season of lines, launch angles and curve balls
With straight chalky lines leading to a field of dreams
Where line-ups keep the line moving...

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A disbanded little colony of wacky souls ensues:

Some will head to the high purple hills 
and live in caves.
They will bring cranberries and beets to crush
up and make paint with.
They will use horse hair brushes...

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Over the top of Tammy hill 
came Tully’s motor car, 
Tully never drove it very fast 
nor ever very far.

In his youth he’d taught us all
How to pilot our ride, 
It was a job he...

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The land is bare;
hard rock and exposed outcrops 
lay open, like the pages of
an unread book for the story
of time is beheld by every
grain contained within.
Time passes slowly and the
land remains the same but
seeds of...

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Stand up straight,
Don't slouch,
Stomach in chest out,
Don't drag your feet.

All phrases to make the child in you cringe,
And widen the generation gap,
With the child's 'but Dad' or 'oh Mum' response,
As head is bowed,
Eyes turned towards...

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I saw her bucket in hand, standing aside the stage
Hidden by the screen from prying eyes. Her face
Telling a story of pride and equal shame. I felt rage
For suddenly I was looking at mother again....

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Disclaimer: this is based off of a personal experience and not meant to conflict it’s anyone’s views on the matter. Just my personal experience.


Got a visit from a friend
Who must have wondered how I’d been
Out...

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No matter what you give
In this world which we live
It is never enough
But you hang tough
No matter how rough
Hard to do
When feeling blue
Look for a light
Does not need to be so bright
Look beyond the sorrow
Into...

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Obstructing the Time's line-of-sight recoiling abruptly,
neither a fallen hand-held folder nor a glance stolen away,
counterfeiting emotional disturbance but sounds to mastery,
executive officers waiting for the day-to-day updated reports.

Unloading Time's viscous cycle of exhaust onto the...

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The pages meet my fingertips again
Tenderly guiding the ink, as if it were rotten bile
Channelling all away

To minimal change of my world
The illusory script does not function
To the disappointment of myself and the happiness of...

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My course plotted on chart, 
starry night, 
gentle rumble of engines. 
This is the start of the beginning 

Forging  ahead, 
I map my way, 
through seas I glide, 
compass  by my side, 
I...

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On a temperature perfect evening, while kids play and run
I am sitting in a gazebo under a slowly setting sun
Unexpectedly, an insect appears in my line of sight
like the stereotypical tear flowing from a man...

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There are crafts of countless drafts on this blank page,
Accounts of my days of happiness or rage are on this blank page,
hinted goals and affirmations are blueprinted on this blank page,
look and you shall find...

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I'm writing now with no regard to where the words will go.
It's not much different than before, I usually don't know.
But not to have a thought in mind feels kind of disconcerting.
With nothing in particular,...

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There is a different feeling you perceive when you walk in the bright sunshine at noon
than you get while walking in the evening 
when that same sunlight is reflected off the moon.

Daytime sunshine is ubiquitous…making...

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steam like smoke rises to join the clouds
       always upwards travel 
    until it's time to gently fall
        directional...

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I remember the day your sun rose
Glowing along the horizon
A celebration in golden tones
How we all marveled

Glowing along the horizon
You held so much promise
How we all marveled
Collectively we held our breath

You held so much promise
As...

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