Long Lumber Poems

My wife and I were apartment managers for 18 grueling years that rented exclusively to college students, and - though everything I claim here is either disgusting or scary - or BOTH....it’s all true!



Well, it’s...

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The ride to the country is uneventful
Except that I feel a little like
A man riding inside a cannon ball.
Yuliya's father Igor drives
I'm also up front (the honored guest)       ...

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The Castle On White Otter Lake

That rustic, old log castle
Stands facing the lake.
Built by hand, by one man
To acknowledge his presence,
In a changing world, he felt
He could not participate in.
And so chose to live like...

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Clarence Goddard, Harvey Bell, Virgil Barnes and I met for coffee every day for close to forty years.
I was a school janitor...Virgil was a farmer...Harvey ran the lumber yard, and... Clarence managed Sears.

We always met...

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This is the 1st Half - sorry, this is the only way to get my long pieces posted - 2nd HALF is posted 


Times were hard when I was young, and - tryin’ to help...

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an early 1970s piece -


The sun was close to down as I would drive the dusty road. 
I knew that this was going to be my last delivery load.

My mind began to wander as the...

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I greet each day the very same way. 
It's A Great Day To Be Alive.
It's a positive way to begin your day,
but for me, it's so I can survive.
Waking up is a struggle. Way too...

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Bygone Days
Written: By Tom Wright
4/3/2007

Remember the slogan
 “Haskell is moving, are you pushing?

The railroad depot stands no more
In the spot it occupied for so long.
Instead in it’s space, a Homeland store,
But in my memory it...

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A BIG BAD WOLF
Once upon a rhyme and time, 
Lived a wily wolf
Whose only thought,
Was to dine,
He looked greedy
And lean and a little mad,
And his yellow teeth
Looked very bad!
One day in the early morn,
He spotted...

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              The Night Soil Man

			I

		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
             ...

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Vent In Form of An Argument

Many people have heard started to vent,
By doing it in the form of an argument;
Things occurred,
That were blurred; 
From Trump could not obtain his consent.

Jim Horn

Those Who Had Died

What if...

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He wakes up with all forms of contradictions waving over his head and running around with ballot boxes trying to procure the dead with weevil and mice playing jamboree in the rice while the sun...

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I greet each day the very same way. 
It's A Great Day To Be Alive.
It's a positive way to begin your day,
but for me, it's so I can survive.
Waking up is a struggle. Way too...

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On the 1st day of Christmas my employer gave to me
A paycheck without an increase

On the 2nd day of Christmas my employer gave to me
2 tools from Tool World and a paycheck without an increase

On...

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Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity of capabilities in abilities...

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Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity of capabilities in abilities...

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I know you won't see this 
but I must say how I felt the last half of year or so.
I was a coward 
but for good reason
for I knew my love was a gross romanticization...

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I was was born in Ottawa, Canada and have lived here all my life and have 
never wanted to leave.  It is a beautiful city rich in historic architecture.
It is located where two rivers...

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...He loked at one and he sighed:
”Wished they still made them like that.”
I said,”I know at least one remains,
if you’re willing to haul a pack.”

Nick didn’t seem at all convinced,
I said,”Trust me when I say,
if...

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For my Dad and Mom (Dorothy) on Fathers Day.

 Albin J. Gruhn who passed away at the age of 94 years young. I Love You Dad and I am missing you so much! Robert

When Albin...

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The following is about my beloved father Albin J. Gruhn who passed away at the age of 94 years young. I Love You Dad and I am missing you so much! Robert

When Albin Gruhn got...

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They stand alone in stark contrast to their surroundings.  Derelict, they speak of a time past, when they played a role in, no, were the heart of the community.  Gone is the smoke...

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Pallets, Jacks, and the Soft Sounds of the 70's
OR
My Summer Summed Up Summarily for a Small Sum
A constant beeping chirp echoes through the warehouse, strangely comforting the workers who walk these aisles and habitually straighten...

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Cosmopolitan suburbs take shape
Seem to form alone, not far from the metropolis
Streets bustle, enlist design by men                  ...

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Walk before you speak.
Lend your voice that seek.
Foot forward and back.
So will that be a fact.
Gone by and be well.
Trip up and put into a cell.
Got no one to talk to.
I want a phone call...

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