Long Old hand Poems

"You see this here spot on the bench, where it's all worn away?" Clarence asked.
     "Yeah, I've noticed that a few times, and wondered why they didn't paint it again." I...

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The Letter         

A young man strolled along the waterfront,
His mind and heart at ease.
Said an old man, sitting on an upturned punt,
Gazing out towards the sea. 

“Come...

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One day in my shop, as many before,             
there appeared a beggar at my back door.   
His dirty old hand held...

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My wife and I prefer hand-me-downs to new things in most cases, but then, we're antiques freaks - 


Lots o’ fog an’ kinda brisk that mid-November morning when my an’ Russell’s tackle boxes spread to...

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Every other Friday afternoon before Bumblebee would leave on her special errand, her mother would open the old cedar trunk at the foot of her bed and give Bumblebee three things to carry with her...

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A warning breeze bore tale of a familiar and fiery rage;
in the dread of night, a crone hobbled, accursed of her age  
by smoldering orange glow, she took to an ancient black tome 
raptly...

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She was sitting on the edge of the bar stool
Not wearing anything but her wings.
I found it curious that no one else seemed
to want a peek and I could not stop peeking.

“What will you have?”...

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When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as...

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An Ode To Morse code

The click click clack 
from pounded brass 
the words develop extensive
The heat of the tubes 
warms up the room
when temperatures are receded 

Deep into the night 
makes it's flight
to detector diodes...

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In her dreams she is visited by old Saint Nick
 He is here to tell her the miraculous story of Christ
 The Star of David was the angel upon the tree of life

 Her papa...

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Oh Mick McGrath, man of daring do
What will the family make of you?
A forgotten ghost from the past,
Standing trapped in a die well cast.

Oh Mick McGrath, will they hear your name?

Born to peasants in a...

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Game day snacks were on my mind
as I quickly got into the check out line.
March Madness enlivened a cold, gray day
and made me impatient with any delay.
Still, my line was express so I had no...

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A Day at The Auction        (Silly word play)


Gathered a well known assortment of undesirables,
Who came to View an eclectic array of collectables,
Searching through others unwanted respectables,
Old and Young...

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My dad took my nine-year-old hand
and led me outside to look at the night sky.
“I’d give you the stars,” and he meant it, but I didn’t want them,
because they aren’t ours. My new telescope showed...

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Hunger accelerated my rest in the showering night
Then i dreamt, in my dream i dream i heard a call
In a cool voice telling me to go
Go because you are a king

The dawn chorus woke me...

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Hunger accelerated my rest in the showering night
Then i dreamt, in my dream i dream i heard a call
In a cool voice telling me to go
Go because you are a king

The dawn chorus woke me...

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The Attic 

The attic is a wonderful space 
Beneath the roof and above the ceiling 
Just waiting for us to fill apace 
With things that may have meaning
That we not throw away for some reason
Where...

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THE JUNK PILE
                        
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I would ride straight to the storm back in the day
"Weather be damned," I'd swear loud an' duck my head
I'd stay in the saddle 'til the sun went down
      ...

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I view my hand. I see an ancient land.
A melanomic crater, deep in the desert,
speaks of greedy sun-soaked days.
Wanton then. Gone now.
Sparse wispy palm trees cluster,
storm ravaged, angled randomly,
now almost invisible,
now silver in the light.
Ravines...

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Humanity has no support to duty
Both contrary in dealing and punctuality:
Non-the-less deny each claims still their validity
Former needs emotional skip where later regularity!

Humanity is a thing roundly soul concern
Fancies of many idles, despotic and obligates.
Estimate...

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The Great Plains offers it beauty slowly as the edge of 


The Rocky Mountains rose like a rugged and 


Unclimbable fence keeping them penned in


Driving southwest the line of fence posts became a blur of


Old...

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Turning molehills to mountains
is what I do best
So why take it easy
when I could be stressed?

At overreacting
I'm quite an old hand
And I surely do hope
nothing goes off as planned

Small bumps in the road
can certainly grow
And...

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The day was Wednesday, May 20th, 2015
A day that seemed like all others
But for one major difference, I'll now explain
An uncredible coincidence was uncovered

Two friends on the Soup wrote each other a poem
Extolling their deep...

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Powder-white sand rattles between flexing toes
like tiny, bleached avalanches.

The Australian sky, wide, taut, and impossibly blue
screens my field of vision in a blinding smear as
sea droplets evaporate on my body leaving salted
grains softly stinging.

I raise...

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