Long Next to last Poems

How Pale the Poem!
(An Echo Poem) (1)

Are poems lovely as night's stars?
Aren't all more fireflies viewed in jars?
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Faint points of light man barely sees
now (gift of Science) galaxies,

are strung on necklaces like beads.
Star deaths the...

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I had spent recent years in mourning, since I had lost someone very dear;
As when pallid moon is hidden by clouds, and bright stars will not appear.

My job as a professor consumed me, and I...

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(alternately titled ringleader Harris hooligan,
Hence, any resemblance 
     between characters port
rayed, and living persons 
     purely coincidental.)

Claim to fame creating
     an overnight sensational
...

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Imagine a black velvet curtain
Pinholed to allow specked light
Now imagine that same curtain
Endlessly stretching out of sight
And there you have the immense
Velvet blackness of outer space
In which I hang and float seeing
That speckled velvet any...

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"My arrangements with destiny weren't arduously demanding or beclouded with nit-picking details, so I merely ask for a day, any day, pick a day, and then for the year, give me a year, pick a...

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This person is so mean
it is a shame to be this grouchy
sometimes wondering why is this?
it just seems so misleading
what is really going on?
lack of fun?
how can you feel this way most of the time?
you're...

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Imagine a black velvet curtain
Pinholed to allow specked light
Now imagine that same curtain
Endlessly stretching out of sight
And there you have the immense
Velvet blackness of outer space
In which I hang and float seeing
That speckled velvet any...

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The dusty road is now black topped
Windows can be opened
to let in plenty of clean fresh air
though no house stands chosen

The fence still stands in some places
The pasture filled with trees
Our large garden spot overgrown
Once...

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look at me
water shoes on
beach chair buried in the sand
feeling like an overtly energetic six year old again
acting all shy as she grabs my hand as the water freezes our feet unexpectedly

remembering the loneliness
cable off
vhs...

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The dusty road is now black topped
Windows can be opened
to let in plenty of clean fresh air
though no house stands chosen

The fence still stands in some places
The pasture filled with trees
Our large garden spot overgrown
Once...

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Ever so drowsily awakening to
the seminal dark and next to last

Falling leaves barely still clinging
and hanging onto the winter tree

I myself from here safely snuggly 
wedged inside

Now looking outwardly have to squint
in order for me...

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The art of loving isn’t hard to master
So many things seem filled with love.
To be lost in a love forever.

Love more everyday. Accept the disaster
Of a lost mind hours thinking of your love.
The art of...

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Ordered by name, sights and tree trippers the climbing elephants sustain a marvellous wealth of injested missionary window ledges. Whilst eleven fleas are whipping cow excrement vast spectacular visions of a few beetles writhe in...

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Changing directions doesn't mean that you have changed your mind
Do not accept a "No" until you have heard it again and again 

You feel 'less' in everything, thinking you'll never win
That's the time to look...

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 Gymnasts and Poets

Poetry writing, a practiced passion,
Gymnastics, practiced poetry in motion,
Choose your form with the first line.
Move quickly into the mood,
directly spoken, intimated,
free verse or rhyme.
Mount the apparatus in graceful form,
forward mount or backward...

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Their lawn chairs in the sun
Outside a standard door--
They are considered nonproductive.
They passed their buying power
For the next to last measured lot.

The old man putters about the yard.
Turning earth for flowers that she wants
Beside the...

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5K run was so much fun!
  Never thought, I'd get it done!
  One foot in front of the other,
  Good friends cheering me on,
  Talking my feet into moving along.
 ...

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For my fears are distrought to wits ends of sanity
It won't be long until I break to die
Blood, scars, and scabs made me sweat with disease
Amental plague she became to destroy
What I considered life and...

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Lee and Pastor Steve
They didn't want to leave
Over a stuff rabbit they were about to grieve
But finally the prize was received
Neither 1 of them seem bright
But they put up quiet a fight
It  was all...

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The first three boring innings ended scoreless.
Then, in the fourth I took a walk to first.
She was managing her business in the dugout. 
I was ready when a double’s gusher burst. 
I beat the throw...

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