Long Ninety two Poems

The third surgery didn’t work
He tells her there can be another one. 
He lies. Struggles to look in her eyes

She apologizes from a restless state
"I Won’t be here to see them graduate.
I won’t live to...

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It is the winter of 1980.
I’m twenty-eight years young, 
Driving a red Mustang with glass T-tops,
Feeling all of my awesome sassiness, from toe
To Afro, when I notice the cards driving ahead of me
Are all slowing...

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* Bringing this gem back in the hope Becca Teagan sees it and returns. We wrote this together, a labor of love. The poem ends with a moral lesson that humanity still hasn't learned, sadly.

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Gerry Coombes and April Showers have their families in a spin,
being ninety-two and eighty-nine; planned their new life to begin.
They’ve announced they’re getting married before they get too old,
and of course there is resistance, but...

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beyond what we know is the realm of wrapping
  can be no time, can be no space
  just stuff, bits and pieces, much coming and going
  the much going and coming base
...

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A gorgeous day, first day back at school. 
I could hardly wait!
It was still dark when I left,
On two medications that should have never been prescribed together.
But they were, and by the same doctor, two...

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I have seen the formation
Of ancient lands
I have seen the creation
Of ancient hands

Pyramids
That soar to the sky
Here amid
Temples majestic and high

I have seen
Wonderful things
Tombs and scenes
Of ancient kings

I have seen huge blocks of stone
Cut by...

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On entering the afterlife, to be met by my father.
(Hopefully a long way off)

  > Hello Dad, it has been many a year

  < Not for me, time has no meaning here

 ...

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I want to have a go at the retail business but I just don’t know where to begin, I have the concept planted in my head and a plan that runs on a straight line...

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I don’t know much about trees. They probably don’t know much about me either, although we share an overlapping space, spilling over as we do, into each other’s universe. This one has beautiful, small, dark...

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You work and work for years and years. You're always on the go. 
You never take a minute off, you're too busy makin' dough. 
Some day, you say, you'll have your fun when you're a...

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I indulge myself, pamper myself and love myself daily.
Putting up an imaginary stop sign if I hear mean internal words.
Belittling words, putting down words or a frowny face.
I yell STOP as loudly as I can,...

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Polymorphic design
for kids from one
to ninety-two
wondering how to see 
local through global
Earth trauma prevention
more clearly through

When we recognize
what inspires healthy polycultural design
of polypathic minds
and multiculturing bicameral hearts
and polyphonic non-zero zone 
resonant gifting parts

Both stress-reductive 
win/win...

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A Telegram from the Queen

An interview with Maisie Widdop,
On her very special day.
Her telegram from the queen has arrived,
and has something, she wants to say.

Maisie please tell our readers,
This most wonderful story of yours,
When you...

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Your choice my committee said. But not human, Bo added.
Bo is the head, and the most eager spiritual guide to get me to level yes.
Bo can get re-assigned when I hit mastery.
When he first undertook...

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OL'E TY COBB OF YESTER YEAR, 
WAS A GENIUS IN SPIKES, OR SO I HEAR. 

HE RAN THE BASES WITH A BURST OF SPEED. 
LIKE ADRENALINE JUNKY IN TIME OF NEED. 

STOLE SECOND BASE WITH...

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A decade together with you,
Loving and learning all ways new.

What is a decade? A decade is ten years,
Ten years of love, laughter, and some tears.

A decade is one hundred twenty months,
A lot of kisses, hugs,...

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Behind the sun, with a little bit of assuredness, I saw the shades of his smile
swing toward the moon...
and I cursed six p.m. In a voice that hid the memories of
nineteen~ninety~two
when I wore my shoes...

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Nineteen weeks

One hundred and thirty three days

three thousand one hundred and ninety two hours

one hundred and ninety one thousand five hundred twenty minutes

eleven million four hundred and ninety one thousand two hundred seconds

It will take...

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I'm a girl Of Hundred Wishes,
Will you grant me all these wishes?
May all my dreams come true,
Aladdin.I'm glad,I have 
a share Of Your Lamp too.

I'm a girl Of Hundred Wishes,
Sweep my floor and Wash my...

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The first to arrive, the first to offer help, the first to say “I’m sorry.”
She is a tiny woman, half my weight, but mighty in the power department.
She is my mother, farm-born, one of ten...

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Mr David Oglesby, my esteemed friend, 
Almost brought these rambling to an end
Kirby Grindalythe was his suggestion
Causing a temporary mental congestion.

Its only real claim to fame,
The Norse origin of the name,
Which the years have changed,...

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Masked and disguised, my first grade teacher, Miss  Chark, kept her true identity under wraps one hundred and ninety-two days a year.  

She liked sunlit naps, the smell of catnip, but most of...

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I believe
Because I don’t know

I know the sun rises in the east and sets in the west
I know spring follows summer
Summer follows autumn 
Then winter

But do I know God exists?
No, I don’t
That's why I believe

Why...

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Every Sunday after church
Old great-aunt Dora
Full bloodied Cherokee,
In her finest dress and fedora,
Drove her pink Cadillac
To the San Joaquin River.
She would stop in the same place
And sat on an old stump,
Under a camphor tree,
By the...

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