Long Oxfords Poems

Estaba lleno el verano,
Estaba lleno el verano
de flores, de deseos
como un espejo de cristáles azules,
reflejando los sueños 
y el suave color del cielo,
estaba lleno el verano
con nuestro amor.

El color de las casas 
antiguas de Oxford,
limpias...

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It is like a drunk
or addict reaching that 'so called' stopping off point. That point
where one can't imagine life with or without the fix. Writing is like that.
Obsessive, progressive, addictive. A fix. Scribes need it...

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Did You Learn Anything?

Go ahead.
Put your shoes on.
Walk outside and face the nervous day.
Know that your lungs will not resist you.
Know that your heart will still stir.
Put the key in the ignition.
Now turn the crank.

You...

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Mary Worth’s Secret

You’ll see her snow white hair
With a bound round bun in the back.
She’s traversing the shopping mall,
Un-noticed now by one and all.

Blue flowered calico is what she wears,
Black oxfords to protect old feet,
But...

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Just Remembering

In a corner in her garden, sun hat leaning,
Traffic white noise backgrounded,
Sara dozes and dreams of life long ago
When she was young, so young.

She is dancing the jitterbug, Glenn Miller playing,
Baby sister peeking through...

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I didn’t grow up wearin' no wandering shoes.
No, I didn’t grow up wearin' no wandering shoes.
Mostly I just stayed at home, didn’t have no urge to roam.
I didn’t grow up wearin' no wandering shoes.

I didn’t...

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The last days of summer sigh,
breathe out slowly.
Summer colors fade.

Mercurochrome leaves-
burnt orange and lemon yellow-
mimic the colors in my new wool sweater.

Liquid saffron autumn light
filtered through the trees,
remind me of other days
filled with envy.

Me in...

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I am thinking of you, Kerouac.
As I always do 
when the leaves start to fall,
For that’s when I first fell for you 
many years ago.


You lit my fire and spit me into myself, ready to...

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Show them what rebellion means,
wear your blue faded denim jeans
halfway down your sexy arse 
showing off your free swingin boxers. 
Feel a breeze in the crotch down at the knees,
take a step and watch them...

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Lasting Forever
David J Walker 

On the first morning 
After a lifetime of making a living
I can only think of leaving 
         the Army
And how empty 
	I felt...

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The Internet On a Sunday Evening

Fall hollyhocks hug adobe walls;
Sun streaks in purple mountain canyons,
Stars as bright as chips of sun,
Beckon me to my childhood home.

Cottonwoods shedding on sidewalks;
Winds blowing sands and tumble weeds;
Though tall...

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Dressing Up
David J Walker

Dressed as if the place was packed 
		Stacked
With men and women dressed from
			Racked 
Expressions of power and success 

Red power tie 
	Blue blazer 
		Black oxfords

Black dress 
Low cut slow 
To the 
		Silver...

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