Long Lowlands Poems

Just watching raindrops slapping leaves
is better than anything requiring electricity
including fame and posterity. Monday
morning I walk over to the art museum
stand before Homer. I'm imagining
life in ancient Greece, the land largely
deforested to build a navy,...

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A dawning twilight's me. Oh, joy. Oh, what a joy. This day. Oh, what a day. A breath bestills my eyes and I, e'er slight, a deeper breath that reopened them and myself to a...

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Brackish-gurgling days that
Unobtrusively slid along
Past tussock grass and curled up 
Balls of Fern...
Glued tightly onto structured vanes
Of outstretched frond.
Venerable Mosses reciting epic tales,
Measured throughout Metronomical 
Strains,
Chanting methodically in harmonious
Downturn - 
Wherein contained: 
Foreboding dialects delivered...

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July first 2023 will celebrate...
our sixth anniversary at Highland Manor Apartments
	
Subtitled: The perspective of one festive folky fellow
friendliness ofttimes prompts me 
when crossing paths with another to say “hello,”
whose demeanor trends toward being mellow
courtesy about...

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The long and short of it is . . . forever

                        ...

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Biosphere's tropical respiratory rainforests are on the verge of extinction,
the exclusive reservoir of biodiversity, the Congo Basin is shrinking rapidly.

Deforestation dehydrates the caliginous evergreen region,
scorching heat changed the water cycle irreversibly.

Locking in scanty rainfall and...

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The orbiting host of a forenoon sky claims a sunny day. They are attributed for the better part of each year, primarily affecting the island's leeward side. On its windward side, periodic downpours from time...

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Both heights and lowlands we traversed to spread Your message; O glad pain!
Not even once, You know well, we strove against the world in vain.
Not only land we bore Your Word glorious across the heaving...

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With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope

1. The stand of old growth Melalucas,  graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty years,  accumulations of leaves have formed small soft islands.

“With...

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“A dying people tolerates the present, rejects the future, and finds its satisfactions in past greatness and half-remembered glory.”

“A strong man makes a weak people. A strong people don’t need a strong man.”
John Steinbeck (Nobel...

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Second Quiz with even broader hints for blind poets

The Princess Anna stood
   arms half-akimbo
   at the scrawny edge of the receding bank
her Polonaise pollarded down
   to her exposed tarsus...

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Far and away, I sat upon those ethereal
elusive, rocky cliffs, at the edge of eternity.
Upon observing the scene before me, I could see
dark wretched towers with rigid spikes, jutting 
toward the heavens, underneath a tempestuous...

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TRAIN – 1958

On a warm summer evening
at North Philadelphia Station
the 6:19 on track three, the "Spirit
of Saint Louis-Limited" from Penn Station
New York, Newark and Trenton bound for
Thirtieth Street, Paoli, Lancaster, Harrisburg
Altoona, Pittsburgh, Columbus, Cincinnati
Indianapolis and...

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PART II.

IV. 
there's no turning back...
when the landscapes change, when the rains come
submerged in solitary conversations
I'm unworthy to left gifts at your feet
so I wait and sleep in this desolate bothy
shattered and painfully conscious
and it's...

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‘Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs’
					
                           ...

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Now the last chime is past, this day, December the 21st is here
The world awaits the Mayan predictions, now we fear their seers

How many are waiting around like rabbits caught in the lights
Fearing to move...

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I remember when I was seventeen years
        earth to me
was nothing more than 
a highlands and lowlands
inhabited and uninhabited by men
and women 
love to me then was a...

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Has water spread on the lowlands this year?  
Has grass grown in Aigara’s sphere?  
Oh my friend, like poison it’s spilled,  
This longing within me can’t be stilled.  

Has the Zhem*...

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The mountain breeze, 
Frozen fractals, heavy clouds,
The hardened rocks, plains, valleys, 
rivers, oceans, seas,
highlands, lowlands, grasslands, river basins, vegetations, rainforest, 
birds, trees, animals, insects...
All these I know
But, 
The big strange bird with stiff wings flying...

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The long years are harsh where the hot sun does burn
on the sand hills and plains when seasons won’t turn
where saltbush and samphire do somehow survive
and through these hot days there seems little alive.

But shade...

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     The beauty of birds has always been my fascination. Oh, the haunting call of the
Loon and the devotion of nesting Robins.  Birds symbolize to me freedom. The
whimsy of their...

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Streams are running quickly and the snow’s still on the ground
When lightning strikes the mountains and there’s thunder all around.
It’s raining in the foothills and the water’s coming down.
It’s headed for the city, to the...

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The calls of the flocks          to this years migration
a roving community       of birds in each nation
rising and diving  ...

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A riverbank located in the eastern lowlands,
once a year, it shines with spectacular verve.
White wax candles glisten and swerve,
blowing lovely, joyful music into the air expands.

The whip-poor-will whispers all is well,
all were bold, and the...

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Bold, wide, and gently rolling or narrow, crisp, and clear, 
rushing over bedrock. Broad shouldered to carry the burden
of the depths, or lithe and athletic, coursing swiftly down a
stream. Men stand and gaze transfixed by...

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