Long Matrons Poems

"Fraudulent"



A writer writes of people 
walking lonely dark streets
begging for bread, shelter and cold without all

like he’s been there
trudging up and downhill knocking on doors 
that judgmentally remain closed after glimpsed twigging -

a monumental fail,...

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There is more than one value of a Browned-Coin
and no matter how hard it may be to accept and appreciate their worth
I unlike you
have decided to keep both coins
Shiny and Darkened

Today 
I choose the Browned-Coin...

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GODS WAITING ROOM

Mr Black, please get down from that chair,
You’ll break your legs,
Mr Black replied, it would be worthwhile love
Just to see your sexy pegs,
As you pass by my room and go up
The stairs,
We all...

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It’s siesta, yet one can hear from the second floor of the house the animated sharing of juicy news some visitors have brought to the gracious host, the lovely widow of a wealthy sugar planter....

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The year ends on saddest notes
of crying, dying babies in Palestine 
and obstructed efforts 
to throw them a lifeline 

They ought to have long halted
this ethnic cleansing 
of the indigenous inhabitants
Stop the cruel bombardment
of their...

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In our highschool, we had to go for masses every Saturday and Sunday
And some girls even went for masses early mornings during the week
The nuns kept strict eyes on us
We had limited socializing time with...

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I can't expect to wake up everyday and do something I hate before I'm even part of the rat race. 

How am I expected to cope with that as a human child....not a that human...

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Waldorf warbling wa wo we wa
Glows from hidden archetypes are not architects nor are they archetypical in construction. In fact it is the translucent bud of a tropospheric triangle that timely counts one two three...

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How I did Sixty Years of Marriage
 
“How long have you been married?” people often ask.
“And what made it last?"

My next door neighbor sent me a tweet:
“It must have been easy 'cause you can't hear...

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happiness
i have spent this life
with mermaids and maidens
the most beautiful of women
who made words like sweet perfume

flying above me are valkryes and fairies
long looking for my soul
and how they could bless me

lovers and mistresses made...

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It was one of those splendid mellow golden days 
in early autumn when many trees, though still green,
begin to betray a trace of red or yellow. 

In the afternoon I took little Eleanor to the...

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"Tease for Two"



“Ein bisschen Zucker 
mit Ihrer Sahne, Sir?“

German accent 
smoky toned 
she purred

Periwinkles suavely winked, 
then played with his -

cufflinks

“Not now Schvee Tart” 
he said holding his attache tight 
looking across the room
grinning Lupine...

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The esteemed guests streamed into the candle lit
Foyer and dissolved into a sea of idle courtly ritual,
Landowners, majors, magistrates, slender maidens 
And fair matrons all slithered into the modestly gilded hall so
Discreetly adorned by understated...

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I had survived how many summers? Five?
Six? 'til, self-taught, I learned at last
of terror that lurks in situations
which those I trust (myself included)
would swear offer only perfect safety...
My ball rolled under my Grandma's house
and I,...

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The blast of a cast aghast with fuss on a blunderbuss
Flew and grew a crew who rued chances and stances to discuss
Differences in conciliation conferences that coerced cooperation
Amplified by the serenity and dignity delegates drew...

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Eroding names on long-faced headstones,
a small graveyard marooned on a patch of past;
long rooted and confined while beside it
2022 blares unseeing past the forgotten lot.

An old-fangled America right there
forgotten crypts
tucked between gas station and strip...

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What i love
further in this life,
It's woman...
woman of any
creed, race and color...:
female,
femme.
female...
long hair
firm ideas.
woman is formidable
pure mother,
sweet girl,
beast, feline that
attacks and defends,
  as the panther in the vision
male...
Always present
always companion.
is occasionally fragile,
other times
she is...

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Eroding names 
on long-faced headstones.
Graves marooned
in a patch of the past
while 2019 blares unseeing
around the forgotten lot.

An old-fangled America
tucked between gas station and strip mall,
a small deposit 
of once horse-drawn bones.

A haze of traffic emissions
half-hides...

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Now I lay me down to sleep, 
I’m feverishly counting sheep …
Hoping that the perfect number 
Rewards me with a dreamless slumber.

Envisioning the sylvan state, 
I close my eyes and concentrate 
On willing ev’ry fuzzy...

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Summon the patient matrons from their hollow galleys 
Waiting on the edges of the musical drums within the flesh
None will know a return
In the outpouring of words, the distance becomes a rather familiar apparatus
And eerie...

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With a snakelike hiss, the tangerine train doors close
and the engine rock-rumbles forward 
clicking over each joined metal coupling.

Long gone are the pristine days of virginity 
and the impassioned rush of slick new parts.
The small...

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They are the last ones by the peaceful shore
under the gloomy twilight darkening tones;
one holds a seashell in her cupped hand,
a delight for two Mayflower matrons.
Her fingers brush off all grains of sand;
such a revelation...

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The Blackpool donkeys have given up:
they have boarded passenger jets -
to be emotional support animals.

Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier
half a mile up, half a mile back,
day after day,
carrying kids and plump matrons.

In...

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Coiffed petals glad tidings tell
Vintage red cup raised to the sun
Whose heat mellows hearth's veil
Enticing host signals feast hath begun
Aromatic vial with sweet scents stew
Hypnotizing fumes already suitors cue
Maitre d' winged banqueters will review
Whizzing minstrels...

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What do I know of that young woman...
She never dared..and I was not allowed.
Hellion drained at last courageous
Holding on to remnants of electric beauty
Dying of neglect
Perhaps..in spite of duty.

And I suppose (to some sublime extent)
All...

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