Long Mortared Poems

[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 3 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’]
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The Terror Bugs pursued them through the skies toward the river
Cody flew just fast enough but still he felt a shiver
“Any slower and we’ll stall...

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When the wolf applied nicely
If he could come in,
The pigs replied thricely he shouldn't.
Then they scratched at the hairs
On their chinny chin chins,
And tightly bolted the door so he wouldn't.

But wolves, when out shopping,
Are not...

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Every form of life has it's walls, nothing, no one stands alone
 some are trees, brush, branch, twig and wood and bark
 some are mortar and stone, mere workers flesh and bone
 others lay in...

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Who is this man laying beside me?
You’re not my lover and I’m not your enemy
Searching and hoping for a familiar touch
Wanting and needing it just a little too much

Where is the man I married prior...

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LOYALTY AND ROYALTY REQUIRED
It was castle building time
A home for a charming prince 
and a princess who was sometimes aloof
Time for royalty to have a roof
A ceiling should the sky fall in
Or if a falling...

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Thaw me from memory:
Suddenly the hard shell crumbles
The raw yolk leaks from my fingers in disgust
Expired years and anger tumbles -
This hardening shell in a deferment of memory
An eggless sentence comes to bird
Anger haggles for...

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As if in opposition it stood
Like a distress call from a precarious time
Juxtaposed perpendicular to an open grass laden field
A horizontal girder of ominous warning
A marker of trespass.

Abandoned, it was kept secret for many years
I...

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"Cross Roads, Notes and Bridges"

Silence 
arrives 
in the spaces

between 

a conversation 
missing in the 
archives of love

music 
drowns 
the unnecessary

what point 
words then,
swords planted

in the spaces
sharp, clean 
and gleaming

the mortared 
existing in the 
spaces in...

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Reserving the right to break away unto a clear blue day; viewing

Certain labels upon the bottles and cans; time reeling in chains....

And they say that patience is a virtue as I drop them from my...

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Species sundry sentential 
Line the lost lowered loft
Whose weary wayward-ceiled 
Roof raises itself over the lot:
The diverse specimen bottles of pharmaceutic potations,
Mortared and mixed as by the Hawthornean sawbones 
And apothecary, yclept, poetically rendered: "The...

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The Providentiality of Farming in Giantvillism (Continued)

Jake: Make sure the crop is irrigated Giant.
Giant: That means make sure we provide water to each acre?
Jake: Yes.
Maddy: Would you stay for another two days to help us...

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I hesitate for a moment outside the rod iron gates;
sensing behind those castle doors, a long past life awaits,
within those many mortared walls, rising high above the lake,
as my breath begins to quicken and my...

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She stood forlorn behind the chain link fence
Her mortared bricks still clinging to the earth
A battle lost with every gasping breath
Against the war of time and death

A monument behind a chain link moat
Reveals a glimpse...

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Winter finally moves his lumpen sluggish weight,

Spring is like a shy dryad shivering in his arms

Wind's whippets droop to trifling whine

Sullen rain hisses to a grizzle.

tiny fruit buds swell enough to moisten lips.

First daffodil maidens...

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Mother buried hacked-up carp beneath 
pink rose mallow. She knew the filthy cats 
would come. A balled-up dirty rag 
and coffee tin of smelly kerosene 
were garrisoned behind a red berry twistwood. 
Mother would hide...

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The little brick school house
where Mama used to go,
sets quietly atop the hill
thru' summer heat and snow.

The bell on top is silent now,
the window shutters tight,
the door is weather-beaten,
and floors an awful sight.

The old stove...

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Like wild buccaneers
on a partying raid,
they came ashore.
Fierce waters and winds
wielding their destructive swords
grabbing defenceless trees by the necks:
viciously shaking their hair-like foliage heads;
bending their backs; snatching them up
and throwing them here and there.

With torrential...

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Sitting under the lamplight at midnight,
 breaking the mortared silence with 
 the strike of a match. 

 I have a pocket full of camels and a sky 
filled with  large elephant like raindrops...

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Within the woods, stood a wall of stone
molded by hands from a distant time.
Though roughly hewn, it had endured.

What narratives could it tell of its past,
this ancient bulwark,  built to last?
My fingers traced each...

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Tall and narrow,
the houses stand,
wall against wall,
hunched together
on the edge of the 
cobbled street,
as if armed against
the unknown.
Tiny balconies
Where laundry 
Used hang on railings 
To dry, now bursting
With potted plants 
Walls bright yellows, 
greens and...

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who will you love when it finally comes down
when both of your feet are planted firmly on ground
not sand that shifts and threatens your soul
casting your heart in a deep, black hole
what sparkles not necessarily...

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i used as
a coaster
Poe's book
of complete
works for my

beer and as
i watched 
it sweat 
on this 
day

a particularly
humid can't
get used
to it day
i may

have
stated
that i had
contemplated
being buried alive

coughing
but not even
in a coffin but
in floor boards or
in mortared...

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my mood swung like an uncontrollable pendulum.
most of my time was spent lashing out at everyone.
the weight of my achingly sad body felt like bricks mortared my back.
the constant wonder of what went wrong filled...

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My wall will soon be complete.
I refuse to hurt anymore.
Tired of faking strength, when I yearn to hide and go fetal.
The pounding of my chest threatens to burst forth from myself.
Spilling sorrow for all to...

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waiting in line.. in step... 
in monotones.. at mid afternoon.

waiting for a cup of coffee 
from a thin barista.

while outside it is raining..

outside the clouds float by in 
gray shades of indifference

 outside a few...

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