Long Marts Poems

O to tune in to good times of childhood—
To re-live gone-by years, not just to brood,
To lighten dust-laden baggage’s dead tare,
To unburden mind of deadwood afloat, 
To fast-forward to dusky days of old, 
To turn...

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Burning snow falls quietly on
cold rusted wire and brittle bone.
An ancient creature looks to the horizon 
feeling is body built of razor wire and old bones, cold,
a delicate tone transmits from on far...
Wraiths walking in...

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Where are we going?
	Or
Where do we go from here?

It happened again
It was the same as yesterday
It was the same as yesteryear
Is there no end?

How long must we endure?

A young man takes a gun
And decides to...

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Working for Snarl-Mart

By Elton Camp

Snarl-Mart’s lots to blame, I suppose
When some local stores had to close
The places run by Mom and Pop,
Slow sales just made them stop

Snarl-Mart can sell at prices retail
For less than they...

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A chrome gun glittering 
in the hot sun raise, rays radiating 
like a heliographic rainbow,
drawn from shimmering halos 
of inferno light, hot.

White smoke from a funeral pyre,
drifts like ghosts over this lost terrain.

The hum of...

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man cub Mowgli was to life once more,
in our boyish pranks in Kanha Park,
revived memories of Kipling’s lore,
from early dawn until moonless dark.

that joyous kid smiled within our hearts, 
as we drove through thick Sal,...

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I DREAM OF LIGHTING DANCING IN A RED SKY.
BLACK CLOUDS
ACID RAIN
THE EARTH SWEEPS BEFORE ME
HORIZONS OF SILENT DESOLATIONS
A CHASM OF GREAT VOLUME BREAKS 
BEFORE MY VISION LIKE A WAVE
OF DRY SAND DIVIDING
GREAT LANDS ONCE RULED
AEONS...

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Taken from their hands,
was the land they never visited.
Taken from the mind,
is the life they couldn't grasp
Imaginations were whisked away,
dreams dashed,
souls shattered.
Each kid forced to grow up, and use a broom. 
Taught to sweep up,...

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The Waterbed Sea

Melinda went to sleep in her waterbed,
(Not on it, but in it, is what I said,)
Took not a mask, not a snorkel nor fin,
Just a deep breath 
and she jumped right in.

//Swim, sweet...

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The other day my cousin Mabel
She said to me
Mike I ain't never seen
Nothing before like your poetry

Cuz, you need to be famous
We're going to take this on the road
We're going to knock down some doors
We're...

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My shopping excursions to the local marts are very rare indeed.
My dear spouse does the shopping, I only go when in dire need.
I have no interest in fostering the foreign imbalance of trade,
Therefore, when I...

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Today I traveled via a ghost train past the pantheons of dead gods 
burnt realms of yesterday I see the ramparts of the empire. 

The kingdom of the dead the world of heaven the laws...

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I stand like roses
Wilted in despair,
Lost in the station
Of life giving breath
As tragedy strikes 
And strips my soul bare;
I walk as I talk
My life's living death.

Now God's will, be done,
I hope to endure,
By proffering poems
At...

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Robbinsville January 1943, a visionary artist was born to be
Country strong style, is his-story; par-excellence to you and me
Electric guitars just newly seen; would play one day, on music scene's 
Where women will swoon, and...

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A Third Wal-Mart is Coming 

By Elton Camp

Two Wal-Marts in this town ought to be enough
Having a third one to open is going to be tough

Especially since a Sam’s Club we’ve already got
That’s why the...

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Farewell, the theme of life,
after seeking world hardly with a knife,
none can we stop - reaching – the den of pride,
we   have to go alone following a bride. 

 Farewell a sense appears...

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When I was young we shopped a lot at “Woolworth Five and Dime,”
?Where bright, hypnotic escalators were the latest thing.
Where most of what you bought was wrapped in paper pulled from rolls,
Long before computers…when the...

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It’s the joy of today and the loss of tomorrows,
a boy at the bat, all his bases and sorrows.

It’s the music we touch when we hear lovers’ hearts,
or the hustle and bustle of local food...

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Sombre reflections in our hearts, 
              Bereaved of the door that opened,
          ...

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The supermarkets in Manhattan 
Naturally are small,
Perhaps to compensate for 
All the buildings that are tall.

They aren’t meant for shopping carts 
Or giant stock-up sprees.
Most people grab the items
They can carry home with ease.

Today, though,...

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Serious sad jack of hearts had lost his tarts
That’s not so bad, at least it’s not your smarts
He heard lots of junk like this at the super marts
By his notorious enemy, bad black jack barts.

Jack...

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Serious sad jack of hearts had lost his tarts
That’s not so bad, at least it’s not your smarts
He heard lots of junk like this at the super marts
By his notorious enemy, bad black jack barts.

Jack...

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