Long Newsprint Poems

Under a tree of wet blossoms, shimmering to life in the sun, one honey bee is circling around two burly men, who wave it off,  with childlike dramatics...arms flailing.   One of them,...

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There in the corner of the living room 
on a loveseat meant for two 
now only resides one
there he sits, by a warm fireplace
its occupant a man 
a man have I known only as a...

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              The Night Soil Man

			I

		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
             ...

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What softness in silence amidst the cacophony of a spin cycle world war.
Lying next to your glow in sleep's stillness, careful of your bandaged hand.
Watching your breath enter and leave, the rise and fall of...

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Degree Holder Rantings:
I want to put my passport size photo on my degree paper. So that people can be seeing that it's truly my degree!

In five years I managed to bag a degree. Now, I...

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It wasn’t that she was the only woman
in the group, that mingled precariously
beneath the bronze figure, or her classic
stance, when placing immaculately the
newsprint covered bottle to lips willingly
breached, but more her opulent style, her
contrast of...

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It was not that she was the only woman in the group, when mingling precariously beneath the bronze figure of William Booth, or her classic stance, when placing saintly, the newsprint covered bottle to lips...

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…from as far back as I can remember I have made, “things”.  I remember before I began school, at my grandmother’s home in Detroit and working at her kitchen table, where we would spend...

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Yiu can walk a mile in a mirror stance and 
never feelyour own re reflection. Your glaze gaze
bends on invisibility--a certain humor
crosseyed cleverly cleared like the rooms in the 
Winchester House or a traffic jamitis...

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Freight train is moving out; a big black Mally s’ pulling lead
The Mally’s fire s’ getting hot; she s’ belching smoke an’ blowing steam
Her big drivers ah’ drumming out a rolling rhythmic beat
Whistle blowing that...

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On the edge of metropolitan midnight
he lays in a breathless silence
rasping the evanescing yesterdays to his windows
both open and locked,
while the unknowing below in stale smoke barrooms,
wait to sear his wounds and retell his life
in...

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When all opinions are the ink of newsprint
Repetitious in the speech
A presented little gift
Wrapped up in the tinsel glittering eye full
Of something called the truth
But is bought the cheapest wall paper
To cover up all the...

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News flash
Paris attacks;
Violence strikes

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Innocent deaths
Terror unveils;
Death delivers

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Madness conspires
Human debris;
Bigotry unleashed

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Evil men scheme
Distorted agendas;
Self-destruct roams

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Good people die
Bloodbath escalates;
Terror unleashed

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Signs of our times
Deceptive turbulence;
Mortal casualties

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Moods swayed
Fear catapults;
Distorted means

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Uneasy chimes
Violent crimes;
Explosive times!

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Details of gore
News galore;
Killing fest

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Retribution
Constitution;
Revolution

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Sorrow sums
Deadly outcomes;
Cruelty...

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I saw an old man with a hard hat on
Walkin' down the road as the sky turned dawn.
I said, "Howdy Bub, where you headed to?"
He said, "Don't much matter - just west will do.
I been...

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Odd roadside stall
Newsy newsprint;
Brisk disaster sells

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Hardware insights
Self-Help projects;
Crafty poise

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Evening dark
Deserted park;
Empty ark

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Primal pose
Playground excursions;
Kiddy laughter

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Traffic accident
Human error hurls;
Proud regrets shout

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Brisk brush strokes
Calligraphy moves;
Artwork erupts

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Old miniature book
Tells another story;
Beyond print run

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Another tale
Tells on you;
Business acumen

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Line by...

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It comes wrapped up in clear mylar,
like the ones comic people use,
insides faded, creased and yellow,
big red letters boast of the west,
small rips and tears from ancient hands,
and the collectors before me,
does not detract from...

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from:  "The Calyx of the Oboe Breaks", by Conrad Aiken:
"The calyx of the oboe breaks,
silver and soft the flower it makes;
and next, beyond, the flute notes seen,
now are white and now are green."
. ....

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He curls himself into a ball 
Underneath some old newsprint 
Alone, depressed and drunken  
And all his money spent 
This alley’s now his only home 
Until the cops come around 
Dog tired and hungry...

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THE DUNMURRY INCIDENT

There’s a big row going on in Dunmurry
And the whole place has come to a stop
There’s a war going on with the girl who makes cakes
And the bird in the newspaper shop

They both...

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COLD COMFORT
(A dog's story)
We sit by the window looking in
The rain has soaked us to our skin

We've not much fur and very cold are we
But they look past us seeming not to see

We are their...

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I think of you with tenderness that 
seldom knew breath when you were alive.
Like tattered, yellowed leaves
images appear scattered in the recesses of my memory.
Mom and I wait patiently at the East Williston station
where the...

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He watched her through the rusted window grilles;
While chalk dust danced in streams of morning sun;
His trembling hands left prints upon the desk wood;
The ceiling fans cut through the province heat.

He saved his coins from...

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Beaten down for centuries
Splattered in newsprint for all to see

It has been that way ever since
they came from Africa on hollowed ships

Enslaved, raped, hanged, broken
Traded for sins unspoken

Successful towns burned to the ground
Wiped from the...

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Framed by the white plastic
of the kitchen window,
a portrait of feathered friends
bathing together 
in the waters of life.

Blue, red, robin, and wren
sharing a statuesque perch,
each drinking from 
the shell-shaped reservoir
filled by the gift 
of a...

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I found her as a whispered line in an editorial
stuck on the silk folds of a silver jubilee
like regret.

She had bled once in a different continent
A red thread pulled taut at thirteen
Doctors sealed the loom...

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