Long Midi Poems

This happened last Fall, during Thanksgiving break.

Lisa and I were at the MET (The Metropolitan Museum of Art), with her family, at an exhibit of Art Deco sculpture. Lisa and I came out of a...

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Rise up  child, 
Rise high.
It is time to ignore the existence of racism  discrimination , antagonism,  tribalism and  xenophobia on earth. 
As It is hard for you to change some people who hate the truth....

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One
Two
Three
Four, who are ya going fer
Two
Four
Six
Eight who ya gonna inshe-ate
Nobody the public schools, the government
Just one day U all haf-ta rep-present
Not politics just hi-Ocrets
ReachN out gleanin warfare chexs
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
GONNA STOP...

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I would have liked to be in the head of Claude Debussy,
write the “afternoon prelude of a faunal”,
Or "the toy box", or "Bergamasque suite", "La mer",
be a musician, a seer, and invent new music,
I would...

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-
The window opens on our secret travels

Mist of saline uproar raids on the space

What keeps us awake and makes us sagacious

Under this afternoon luxuriously blended,

 

The addition and ebb, mineral materials

To leave the sea ,...

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Zeitgeist - My 1960s - Liz Walsh

Kaftans, mini-skirts, Carnaby Street fashions.
Angel Delight, Hirondelle wine and that sheepskin rug.
"The price of round steak on a Saturday" while
Magdalen Laundries kept dark, dark secrets!
Nylon socks, Cuban heeled boots,...

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w?rdz sp?ld k?'r?kt 'v?rs?s f?'n?t?k 'sp?l??

Ð?s na? b?'g?nz 'fib?l ?'t?mpt
tu 'r?nd?r ra?m f?r no? 'riz?n
?'p?nd?d w?ð f?'n?t?k træn'zle???n
'me?nli æz 'ple?f?l tiz z?n
s?'n?n?m?s ?'mæ??n?? 'ti???
s?d '?ks?r?sa?z tu 'ig?r '??ldr?n

ri'ma?nd?? 'rid?rz ðæt j??
ænd 'r?stl?s w?ð 'sp?ti ?'t?n??n
hir...

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Sometimes writing poetry is my mistake,
Better to embark on a large cargo ship,
Which will take you to Tahiti or Honolulu,
Better give candy to a blue-eyed schoolgirl,

Sometimes writing poetry is my mistake,
Better to cook a chicken...

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Cliff
On sea cliffs walks a breath of grace
Windswept wonder splashed on her face
Sun shadows dance around her feet,
Delight in this sandy retreat,
Green parasol, like flower blooms
Floral scents and ocean perfumes,
Flowing spice of the salty air,
Carefree...

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Louis came to the café around one,
set his wooden boxes beside a table 
and looked at the chalk board menu as 
he felt through his pants for money

He decided he could afford a 
baguette, a...

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A NOTE FROM MALCOLM

My advice is free, and time’s not billable
Try speaking French and I will soon know
Don’t claim a local or a provincial accent
It really does not sound as if heaven-sent
Nor a comment heard...

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Sunday
fun day

elders
brothers

from church
they search

warm place
wide space

for folks
need jokes

chill out
burnt-out

tired knees
'neath trees


19 April 2022

A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest 
2nd place


Notes: A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte (French: Un dimanche après-midi à l'Île...

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The plight of creation in the end days, posted this under war for there is a spiritual war
present in these days.
Now4ever Midi

Revelation 17:4-6

In meanderings of alcoves of
blood bathed sliming blithe,
demons of hollow sunken mindless
degenerating gruels...

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Your smile is three times,
The circle of the earth, 
It’s sweeter than a California orange
Offered at noon twelve, outside the table,
Your smile refreshes me
As the source of sin,
He makes up a reason,
To live like a...

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Pride of Place - My Mother's Piano

My mother’s hands on ivory keys wove enchanted runes
Then flew across the keyboard in musical monsoons
Notes of black and white in song serenades communed
She coaxed the claviature to plaintive...

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The ungentle wind
breezes in through the window,
cooling an afternoon lust
that was widely soaked
in a summer haze, blending
with the sweet aroma of
a great Africa,
whose erotic craving was
painted in her big, round eyes;
only unearthed by
the master’s naked...

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There will be bell bottoms at the nursing home with me grinin'
And "Play that funky music white boy" will be spinin' 

With body shirts clinging to a hairy chest 
Gold necklace that bobs and jiggles...

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