Long Long weekend Poems

When we set out on a road trip
We didn’t stick to the old script
And were gladly amazed
And rarely unfazed
Hitting strange towns though some were skipped

We started from Thatsnot, OK
Which was more or less ok
But then...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s 1922 Section 1 by T. Wignesan

for David Attoe

Notre devise pourrait être: ‘que nous nous ne soyons pas envoûtés’
Wittgenstein in Zettel

laissez pendre   la graisse   sans cou
où la tête...

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Tell her you saw me ...

Tell her I was out on the bluff at the Cape
during a gale, much too close to the rocks.
Tell her the surf was tormenting the ledges,
its roar far too loud...

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Speak thee softly, of my countrymen.
Who gave their lives, their blood.
To launch this very great and noble land.
Neither you nor I, could do that task!
America is under siege from within.

Ah, indeed, most vociferously from
without.
I do...

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I kept my Patches living with medication and trips to the Vet for a year.
But, I did not mind because I loved her so much. She had cancer and would
die.  I put that in...

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Each single morning on my way to work
I fantasize what happens in New York
If I were to spend a long weekend there.
I'd ask you out of the blue, not despair.

Once passionate lovers, can we be...

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It seems to be just part of life to hold on
 to pieces of the past. 
Try to forget the bad ones, make the
good ones last and last.

Don‘t “they” always say, it’s always best,.. just...

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You'll never ever change

I see you looking at him, 
as he crosses the street,
He takes a chance with glances, 
and I see your eyes meet

You may be feeling guilty, 
when you take a look at...

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Sometimes I don't switch on TV, the radio stays dumb
and finishing a newspaper can leave me feeling numb.
What is it with this world of ours, where did it all go wrong?
How could the higher-ups elect...

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A Child's Thanksgiving Prayer 

Lord, I thank thee as I sit to eat,
For mashed potatoes that I helped to make.
And thanks, dear Lord, we're having something sweet.
Besides the beets and peas, there's pies and cake!

I...

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3:35 p.m., Thursday afternoon
school’s just let out, and everyone’s joyful for the long weekend.
Here I pause, outside the vocational building at the summit of the hill
where I have been many times before, but never in...

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What would your therapeutic family do
with an extra eleven hundred thousand?
A surplus donated beyond perennial operational expenses
for birthing and maintaining healthy lives
and burying and repurposing nutritional death.

First,
Let's invite co-investors to take back ten percent;
a million...

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Applications are done 
Relaxing under the sun  
High School tassels distant memory 
Senior prom night issues buried 
New relationships are the present worry 
Bringing stress with the luggage they carry 
Acceptance letter was received...

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ballad

I was a child creating kidstuff,
I lied and cheated just enough
to feel the guilt when all alone at home.
I copied homework from friend Sue
and passed it down the row to Lou.
We knew so little of...

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(Prov. 3: 5, 6 / Jer. 10: 23 / 1 Cor. 10: 12, 13)



While Driving Down A Winding Road
On A Day So Humid–Hot
Out of The Way and To The Side
I Glimpsed A Half-Hid Spot …

I...

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I am in my school building, listening the blower of the furnace, there is no other sound.
Except the clicking of my typewriter keys ; for a second I am surprised I am the first person...

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The first words every computer speaks to me are always
"Untitled page". Therefore, my poetry which I have inked with the delicate
Ripples off time and tide is, undoubtedly untitled
Although my poems do not speak much about...

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We were out on our yacht for the long weekend.
We boated in luxury until Monday did descend.
Lake Winnipesaukee provided a spectacular view.
My father-in-law Frank, and our two dogs made up our crew.

Our chow dog Molly...

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Villanelle: Wander not into a land where the indigene’s indolent

Wander not into a land where the indigene’s indolent
Likely as not the country will be run by interlopers
Open-heartedness is often a cover for self-bemusement

The first signs...

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Did you hear the old man on his high-horse on Easter Sunday?
Smiting all the non-believers in a half empty church.
In his eyes, his own disguise he’s hiding from the faith demise
The rise of non-believers cutting...

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She sits alone on the cold, dirty pavement
looking despondent and lost
her small voice request pleadingly 'any loose change miss'
I see her most days on my way to work
wonder at her age, her history and ask...

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Her nickname "'sunshine" where she worked, 
She's always smiling, some confide.
She has a certain lilting perk 
Of hidden beauty deep inside. 

Her journey home was twenty miles 
Of mostly dark, forbidding streets, 
Of tenements and...

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The sun would not forget to shine
Unless I bid it so
And rain would only fall on days
When I’ve nowhere to go

Each Winter is a long weekend
With Christmas in between
And Spring each Monday comes around
To keep...

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we missing you already and you have not gone out of the door
it won't be the same just having three at home instead of four
not having you around at quiet time to read Gods' word
not...

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The bleak dreary days of a cold December 
Were anticipated already in early September 
So, I talked to my boss, begged on my knees 
And added days to a long weekend in the Keys. 
...

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