Long Loafers Poems

Eric Mottram on the American literary and cultural scene during 1965-66 while he was the recipient of the American Learned Societies’ award for a year. (begun in the last post and to be continued)

January 2,...

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The Good Girl

Penny has always been a good girl, now she is a good wife. She lives in a good neighborhood, drives a nice car, has two perfect children. Her husband is a doctor and...

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Since I was little you have been around me. My parents enjoyed you as well as their friends. You made the adults loud at the party full of joy and filled with sorrow come the...

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When I was just a teenage lad, and growing up out west
I never wore a cowboy hat or fancy leather vests,
never put on cowboy boots or western shirts with snaps,
never wore tooled leather belts, much...

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*** How Lady Learned at Last ***

For decades, Lady daydreamed, wanting a full closet,
A packed, complete fashionable style:
Shoes to hats, to crown the French Bob
Of shinny, brunnette tresses above her hazel eyes.

There’d be gauzy blouses...

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Watching her board bathed in fog at the station
Spectacles slide down the bridge of his nose
Usually a blur, not in this situation
Smudges can’t hide every beauty she shows

Lugging a satchel in high heels and cotton
In...

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	Unquotable quotes – VII

What comes in through one ear goes out through the rear.
Give him a wench and, he’ll want her to be French.
Give him an inch and he’ll take no small pinch.
Better be swallowed...

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Let me tell you ‘bout this cosmic cat,
somebody you really oughta know
Got the coolest walk,
the hippest talk
When he enters the danger zone,
his heartbeat slows ...
Giving casual yawns,
while everyone is running for their life
He’s mellow maxing...

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Acquiring a new pair of wings I flew into a reputative college to pursue my studies..
focussed on gaining knowledge 
to become an independent girl I thrived, 
Forming fresh set of friend circle sought to explore~...

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There was a young lassie named Heather,
Who played on the beach in hot weather,
She thought it a sin,
Just dressed in her skin,
So covered herself with three feathers.

II

Remember the beach-babe named Heather?
Who covered herself in three...

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Fragment of tears,
elements of sorrow. 
This is the wild assumption that pushes
blood to a glandful tattered branch of the heart. 
You are the lost  coin been looked for, 
I am the lost sheep of...

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A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over

When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't imagined.
Those blisters take roots,
hindering your motivation
to move-
and to continue to...

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It was almost at the middle of my teen-age days,
When mind, like a horse without bridle, found rough ways;
Inner laissez-faire, like snake in dilapidated crack, set in,
Legs, the way they found, aimlessly, anywhere broke-in;
Parents and...

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We are farmers without hoes and cutlasses
Dancing the stupid song of poverty 
Push us back and forth, we follow
Once in the farmland, we does nothing than sleeping.
Under the farmstead snoring provokely.
Have you seen the precious...

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My Fetish. I adore you.
                              ...

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If it were only me, I will be doing anyhow
Nobody would have been there to challenge me now

Now I look back into the face of the future,
What I see, golden grains, people of peasant pictures;

Red...

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Mellow autumn….how refreshing!
Draw nigh that my soul may find delight 
In the vibrant hues of red and gold
The long walks in cool brisk air 
Watching the wild geese fly south  
In quiet solitude, latent...

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the gulf circle is where 
brown pelicans dive for their 
dinner over the heads 
of the hungry masculine 
wood storks looking men
swarming in schools like shark 
 
preying on beautiful elderly women 
for they jewels...

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Italia we strolled the country side throughout 
the villages of Tuscany peeking through stone 
ways above garden nooks of Lucca catering to 
the soft and sensual galleries of floral canvases 
that covered scented walk ways...

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There's a quaint little cross roads town that nestles in the shadow,
Of majestic Pikes Peak called Punkin Center in eastern Colorado.
The prime business in town is the Punkin Center Tack and Feed Store,
Where farmers and...

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The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair
Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she'd wear ...

While husbands...

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Looking on
this expanse that encircles me,
closing in during open hours,
unlocking doors I can’t seem to walk through
Stairways of rotted, termite eaten steps
each with my name painted on them,
creaking underfoot,
losing to the weight of
long lines at...

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The steely-eyed hombre stepped down from the stage that sultry afternoon.
He looked about with disdain, then swaggered to the Cripple Creek Saloon.
His hat lay low upon his brow and swung low was a pair of...

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One size does not fit all and the shoe horn stuck out

Tim shooed away foot prints ghosts and memories

When the clock struck midnight at the end of the year

Not much had differed when the fire...

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The 60's
The look was penny loafers, bobby socks,
pleated skirts, button up shirts,
bell bottom pants and headbands
Flower children were also the era, 
Stood for peace and love also political movement

Listen to the music of the Beatles,...

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