Long Overhauled Poems

March 8th - International Women's Day The World Over

Down to the wire, before this
calendrical occasion doth expire,
though arbitrary twenty four hour
time set aside for guide
ding hand of the supposed/purported
fairer gender, yet human race, yet hide
bound...

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Winter is approaching.
 I feel it in my floorboards; in my baseboards;
in every nook and cranny.
I wait to be filled again at this time of Thanksgiving, and
As I wait, sounds of the past linger in...

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Memories go back to my vanished youth,
And I reminisce clearly my master’s beautiful farmhouse.
With its granaries full of corn and wheat.
He was once a zealous farmer working day and night,
With me- as his inseparable companion.

We...

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Twere a   blisterin day, on da Fundy Bay, aboard da ‘ Black Angel of da Blue”, 
with a crew of 32, whilst resting a spell, wid a thunderin clap of grog ,
when da...

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When people accuse me
Of being a man of unstable mind,
I do not get offended—
I do not mind!
 
My mind Is constantly
Growing, developing,
Evolving, changing…

Why should I
Stand by everything
I said yesterday?
 
What I said yesterday
Was true of...

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Was absolutely healthy, fit and fine     
With Lifestyle of jogging, gym, laugh & be merry   
One day ... alarm bell rang at odd time     ...

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I know, I grow old, I grow old….
As silver threads peek in my head.
The flush on radiant cheeks wanes, 
And a pallid tint creeps unseen.
Fading years have robbed the ardour,
And a rigid sobriety sinks and...

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Written: February 26, 2024
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Whilst an ivory sky, my mast ignite.
As tidal waves flicker in sparks that gleam.
Igneous scarlet...

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She’s taken the driving test so many times
That the trainer allowed her a license
She’s already had several small accidents
And now she feels she’s in a crisis

She bought a new car, shiny and black
That she brought...

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Tears dripped from my eyes 
Fear gripped my tender hope 
Death has stinged my lovely bole 
And sealed it in a forgotten hole.
I looked with clear curiosity ;
shadow hooked me with cruel hostility 
And my...

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Fake the caress of a loving hand
Felt the pain of lust on demand
Fingertips touch much more than skin 
Awaken thoughts purely filled with sin
Love no longer is an action
Words committed too soon after redaction
Tainted by...

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The roads not taken is another one missed opportunity, 
Wich in return is you driving with out meaning, 
Hanging your head causing friction, 
Slowing you're motion, 
Eventually coming to a rolling stop, 
And will lead...

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We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of...

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We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of...

Read More