Long Mustering Poems

The True Story

A Poem of the time, when as a 16 year old young fellow, and fresh from Blighty I spent 7 years as a Ringer in North Queensland, Australia. A Ringer is the Queensland...

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Love Unbound 
In the quiet, unassuming town of Willowbrook, there lives a man named Elias. He was a shadow of his former self, his once vibrant spirit dimmed by the harsh glare of divorce and...

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From whence did you come?
With your cherry picking plum?
From whence did you come?
When everything is done?
Which door did you come through?
With your unrealistic deja vu?
Who invited you to come here?
When you have nothing pragmatic to...

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Isis staind 26+ years of marriage

Yes, believe me you, 
I (also considered the best karaoke singer
for the go-go's) 
putting Shabrina Leonita to shame
back in two thousand and twenty one
once flew high as the eagles 
a...

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major storm on the horizon reported from the "Fo'c'sle"

Though forever being a landlubber
a vision analogous to the nether world
deep within the bowels of the Earth
immensely distant from the sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with...

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A LETTER TO MOM 1918
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


At Last Dear Mother, this Nightmare Will Cease
In a Few Short Hours There Will Be Lasting Peace
A  Full Armistice Will Go into Effect at Eleven
I Loathe These Soiled...

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There will be two resurrections
The first one is holy,
will it include you?
There will be two risings
     in the valley of dry bones
Which one will you awaken to?
The first resurrection
is reserved for...

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There’s a man I’d like you all to meet whose Aussie through and through,
From his felt hat to his R.M. boots, he ridgy didge, true blue.
He was born in Roma, Queensland, back in nineteen thirty-three
And...

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Where once verdant rolling highlands...

Spanned into infinite vista
far as these myopic eyes can see
now yellowing Whitmanesque
leaves of grass encompass field of vision.

Nary a dark dreadnaught cloud in sight,
nor unbeknownst if/when threatening storm
looms on horizon slaking...

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Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia
Abramsohn (the former ex lady friend
of my late father corresponded with me
some years back)
wrote (by hand nonetheless,
a long lost art) inlaid with ambidextrous
zealousness impossible to identify,
which hand crafted artistically...

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Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia
Abramsohn write (by hand nonetheless,
a long lost art) inlaid with ambidextrous
zealousness impossible to identify,
which hand crafted artistically colorful
epigrammatic ghostly hint emblematic

of former exuberance toward English
Language..., perhaps other once
vibrantly familiar...

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Sometimes keeping your tongue straight
is hard when what you got to say is plain
simple and from the heart; not always easy
mustering words that feel the abyss of
living the way fingers know the touch of 
life...

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The Storm  by Jennrut

Soiled

Drum drum drum drum...
A pained, wet leaf 
saturated by the storm's reverberating  pressure.
Compacted, 
Smothered by heavy soil which consumes it
Weighted by shadows of familiar clouds. Deadening, 
Rotting. 

A Reprieve 

Unable...

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Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it 
be salted? It is henceforth cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. Matthew 
5:13...

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It's raining and the sun has returned home
although I am by myself, yet I am not alone
mind engages intellect, with time to consider
how this heart of mine, has grown so bitter

Not long ago, reflections of...

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He fought
Strong and hard
He did
Especially since
He got that letter
He fought
As if
There was no tomorrow
Worth living for
It changed him
It saddened him
He used to laugh
Like a Kookaburra
Even among
All the whistles
Of impending death
Over there
On the Dardanelles
He’d be the...

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It was a clear, beautiful evening
The sun still ablaze, a tad too brilliant,
Playing out its last moments, 
The sky, a ruddy glow of luminescence!	

I was stationed on a park bench
Lazily watching the stir and commotion
The...

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Because of the puerile quality of my work, as you know I have been very 
reluctant to participate in any contests.  However, Garrison Keillor has
set up among his readers, a competition that I have...

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my tear ducts opened like the Niagara Falls                           ...

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After having the need to purge my stomach, tear glands
and trying to feel clean by scrubbing like a lunatic...
I have to write some things I could barely think of mustering.
Very coward of me. I know....

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I jumped on my bike as fast as i could
but not fast enough, it did me no good

The bully kid was big and mean and acted very tough
laughing all the while he quickly knocked me...

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Gallimaufry of linkedin words appeal,
(particularly spoken by renown orator)
'cept when unnamed poetaster afflicted
with chatterbox syndrome,
nonetheless deliberate effected

muzzle restraint imposed
suppressing groundswell analogous
to swollen dam bursting at seams
tongue kickstarts controlled regulator
tripping baffling babbling brook,

sans (cheesy) mouth trap
conscious...

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One group of activists decided to fight. 
To see family lose their sense of might. 
Three people involved in each battle. 
For the patients each feeling like cattle. 

Five days of care each week is...

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Birth
                                  ...

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The other day I was lighting a candle, 
When a raven peeked my casements, 
My envious eyes were buring flame, 
Human mouth had to reciprocate. 

I wish I had your wings for once, 
To fly...

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