Long Marshes Poems

I’m not saying my father hated the English, God forbid. If he were still alive, he’d hate to hear me say that. He’d correct me right away and say he didn’t hate the English. Truth...

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"He made a difference."

Gramps, my mother's father, 
Dave Luke -- my grandfather, 
a tall unlettered white (decidedly white) 
Louisiana man -- was born August 1888.  
He lived 87 years.  He grew under 
the...

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I was an experienced astronomer, with bright eyes ever turned to the stars,
As the mysterious, intelligent aliens, might in their turn, be looking to ours.

Space had always held fascination for me, with wonders of worlds...

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This poem was inspired by the photograph titled, 'Running Legs,' by Lisette Model.


I was an experienced hiker, who had rambled down many famous trails,
Like earth's charming, 365 day tales, of its seasonal, sightseeing avails.

I'd trekked...

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rain hitting the asphalt, the cracking concrete, water weaving
its way down the overpass. Residents cover up with plastic,
a conflagration of yellow light on garbage bags
hitting tree tops, branches, leaves old and new. Boughs
sagging with the...

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No wisdom more canny than the folksome pantun’s peasant proverbials
            Wake! Monde Malais! Wake and note no Sultan whirls as a Sufi
  ...

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I am
                                 ...

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      Amethyst shades dazzle her mysteriousness
        hiding black secrets in vulnerable mellows
          though recognized...

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A south wind carries magnolia petals
and butterfly wings, wafting through thoughts at dawn. 
I share sweet expectations, peace 
in mellow morning dew, holding fast to the hush like a treasure 
of rediscovery in bright monarchs...

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Listen my children 
and you shall hear
of the midnight ride
speeding greed will steer.

Just as our cooperative economy
is fueled by gratitude,
our competitive WinLose economy
is fueled by greed.

Other parallel points of contrast
ecologically and logically follow
in their own...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side...

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When I joined and wore my khaki uniform girls lined the streets, they kissed and hugged me,
I was six inches taller and so very proud, my dearest wish was to be in France at the...

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I vividly remember my childhood days,
we had a small garden,
in which we grew marsh mallow,
butterflies would sit on them.

Moment I woke up, I would run to them,
to see how many flowers had bloomed 
Oh! The...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side...

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I descend from Prussian tradition full of frozen rain and fire’s marches

Lagoons and marshes my father and history know about the Baltic Sea where 
          ...

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It's the unfair society:
from lenient judges
to corrupt attorneys
and with some bad cops
who claim that their motto is:
" To serve and protect "
Oh, no don't tell me that I am crazy: I don't trust the Law!
It's...

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behold now everything on this earth;
    the fields with abundance of grain,
    palm-grove harvests rich and fruitful,
    the forests that separate kingdoms and the fires that...

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I'm the darkest creature of the night, watching over marshes; 
crickets fear me, making themselves invisible in grasslands. 
I am harmless, merely an owl courting sister moon so lonely;
I take the nests of other birds...

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Gathered among lovely nymphs, whose grace shines brightly like eternal stars

Their vibrant essence lingers, embracing radiantly,
In the dream-laden air, does my love pursue only a fleeting vision?

My uncertainty, an ancient veil of darkness, now reaches...

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John B. Jackson
1880-1911

Norma knew.
Norma, my erstwhile friend of a thousand hunts;
Only she knew the feel of my beading thumb,
As we sought out promising locales, and
Our clever quarry, from points near and far.
From the salty marshes...

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I walk an already trodden path...
Uncertain, of future lives that lie ahead

But, in faith I close these earthly Ojibwa eyes
In trill, thus, I hear the old ways in your presence amidst Chinook winds
As harmonic they...

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Song of the mystic whaler 

Come on board to play and work 
come on board to learn to sing and praise the mystic whaler 
sailing on the mighty Hudson 

Come sing the mystic whaler 
hoist...

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As I paddled the river Nile
I met a monstrous crocodile. 
She smiled at me enticingly.   
I smiled deferentially.  
Through large white teeth to me she said, 
"I want you in my river...

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FROSTY
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
A Stock Horse… High Country Bred
Dark Palomino with white patches on his body and head
A solid well-muscled body and sturdy big boned legs
With strong shoulders and a massive muscled rear end
…
Sure footed FROSTY...

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