Long Mache Poems

(*The Gift)
This here is a side trip, nothing more,
To our country home far and away.
Grandparents own one by the seashore,
This a gift, gramps in-law and mentor,
They raised teen/gramps, not a runaway.

Gramps helped older sis and...

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"Kris Kringle Kisses Kalliope"

A Dream: the 4th Christmas.





deck the halls 
with memories
poets whisper pasts
that are ne’er forgotten

where presents 
a life 
that’s neatly wrapped
and attempts at 

frostily forgotten 

tucked under
that big 
beautiful
green fir tree

where all the...

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Joyce K

There is this Lady I know, I thought I knew.
Could I have been so wrong, from my point of view ?
She perceives herself, a cardboard silhouette of a soul,
a papier mache doll, an image...

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Da war etwas welches ich geschrieben wollen würde,
es war aber nicht mehr ganz in mein Gehirne,
Lass mich nochmal nachdenken,
Über das Gedankgeschenke'
Müsse es gewesen sein?
Ich schaue auf den Mann der mag mir übel sein,
Er hatte aber...

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Dream

My mirrored reflection silently speaks

You honor me with your vulnerability
Your scars of life
Your unhealed wounds of betrayal

Dream journals tattoo your body
Your open arms of desire call to me

With eyes closed I sense
Whispers of your silky...

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There is a place so beautiful I'd love to see again.
My dream vacation started in Madrid, in central Spain.
How I long to stroll again down by Retiro Lake
and see El Prado art museum. Then for...

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I remember the rumble
It seemed so distant at first, a whisper in this urban jungle
No one seemed to notice it
There was no proof,no broken glass, no fires lit

I remember the sound of it 

It was...

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Danke für das da sein gewolln,
Wieso bedankst du dich bei so einem getroll?
Entschuldigung für das mein ungetreu,
Wieso bedankst du dich bei so einem hundekote?
Gedanke mache ich nicht gerne viele,
aber sage höre ich von dir nur...

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There’s this curse
if you end up 
with as much money 
as the richest man on earth. 

You’ll start to forget—
—forget about your fellow person,
and the one inside you. 

Your brain, once full of wisdom
and kindness,...

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Everybody observes the naked universe
But never ask if it's polite to do so

Just like the door to my chest has been opened
Revealing my naked heart to the world

Some people look with disgust
Some people look with...

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Paper Mache, I see words
Ink on paper, thoughts buried in wood
I’m literate; I should be able to read this
Yes, the thoughts of another must hold so much meaning
My life should be better right?
After all I...

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i was fifteen
the first time a boy told me i had the grace of snow white

i was fifteen
the first time he told me i had the fierceness of merida

i was fifteen
when he told me i...

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His name was Chris, he loved to fish, and cook a tasty seafood dish.

Her name was Kate, she liked to paint, little sailboats on the lake.
Hunter green, cerulean blue, gave her water a lovely hue.

This...

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If I were to decorate the winter trees,
arms gangly gray in a crooked freeze,
with leaves of mint sugar and paper mache flowers,
how long do you think it would take?

I would need ladders and pulleys and...

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Henry’s Rust Bucket

He had managed the steep rise from a valley to his home and sat on the small 

stoep. Another koppie towering ahead, he looked straight forward and counted 

his blessings. One, by one...

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Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDREWS



Dear Marcus...it's-'nother-Sun-day...morn...horse's...feel-ing...wrong
My-sto-mache...just-hurts!
Clos-ets...full-but...noth-ing-fits!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

Daddy's...gone...and-Ma's...gone-too!
The-pretty...gold-en-circles...'round-my-bowl...don't-spin-right!
Clos-ets-fulla-clothes...but-my-heart's...just-empty!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

Round-ing-the-cor-ner...pho-tos-just-might-just-might...be-ready!
My-sto-mache...just-hurts!
Marble-d-stoney-blue-'n-green...beads-'n-reds-too...hang-too-heavy!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

A-wrist-with-out...a-flower-ed...pink-'n-white-red-or-white-rose!
Just-doesn't-feel-right-just-isn't-right...doesn't-spin-right!
Clos-ets...full-but...noth-ing-fits!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

My-slip-pers-silvery-beaded-blue...and-I'm-too!
A-gold-en-line-runs-through...sleep-less-nights!
My-vani-ties-fulla-pride-'n-his-tears...Robby's-too!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

Oh-how-the-hell...does-it-get-well?
When-tears-fall...into-Winter's-snows?
Riding-into-sun-set-pink-'n-rosen-blues...leaves-me-blue!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

Sabled-brushes-and-dif-ferent-strokes-of-pain...and-paint!
Paint-me-blue...was-he-blue-too...or-him?
My-vani-ties-fulla-pride-'n-his-tears...Robby's-too!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

A-liquid-gold-line-round-my-glas-sen-beads...marbled-per-fection!
He-was-my...liquid-gold-line-round-my-glas-sen-beads...
Marbled-per-fection!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!...

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The news was put out by flyers
I see they've already removed the tires
I wonder if any of these people really have any money
But they say you catch more flies with honey
Everybody agrees not to buy...

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O Grace thou Art !!!!

like the smallest bells suddenly ringing  
in my ashen-ed grey hallways
 
a swirl of brilliant breeze 
light splashes in ...crests over the sills
blinding glory

startled awake
my eyes open

overwhelmed once again...weak with...

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A shadow, nay, sullen thunderhead 
inducing a deluge of emotions 
moved across thousands of darkened souls

Freaks, stoners
shy, smart
geeks and loners
outcasts with dreams and compassion in their heart

Strangers like me

To us, you were a friend
we live...

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United Nations, United Nations
What an oxymoron!
What an oxymoron!!

The platitude goes-
‘United we stand’
In the UN,
How erect we stand!
How erect we stand!!
We are homo erectus
Aren’t we?

This genocide-friendly unity of nations
With extra-care tending
The weeded garden of poison-trees.
When Hutus...

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It's only a paper-mache
moon, they say, too cool, 
too full of interstellar space
to sympathize or stress about
lovers, kings and fools.

Or is it? According to Deutsch
the so-called final ignition
into outer space
is a product of man's meditations
moving,...

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Images of ghosts fly behind my eyes
I shudder
sometimes it's cold here 
below the belly of warm eyes.

If you could would you transcend?
Slip in between the day to day
and stop time in your mind 
to look...

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Se te yè dimanch
Jou fèt Sen Valanten
Nou wè kap pase anpil fanm chik ki gen
Ranch anfòm, yo abiye an woz e wouj
Kote anpil anmourez kap mache men nan la men
Menm jan ak aktè sou enfrawouj
Yo...

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…of streets walked on still,
taken in by looks and glances that create
more than a memory - but a 
gallery revered for years to come.

Of the skyline rising and falling like a
heart monitor, painted passionately red...

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Ocher and quince wads
pack gaps in particleboard walls.
Yellow newspapers underlay linoleum.
The apartment is smeared by nicotine
When it rains, a paper-Mache atlas of a blotched sky
can be read on the ceiling.

The window-sill slants, he dares not...

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