Long Padding Poems

(alternately titled: idolizing childhood's end
today April 25th, 2021
generates elusive warm treasured memories).

Akin to significance my eldest sister
felt toward her “Willies” –
(totally tubular fuzzy bendable contrivances
analogous to an outsize pipe cleaner)
until she became a tweener
my Matty...

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#A Nod To My MOTHER Who LOVED Her BLACKEYE PEAS. "So Do I", If Cooked GOOD..."YES PLEASE!" A GREAT "B" LETTER FOOD...
BROCCOLI 
BOK CHOY 
BERRIES 
BEETS (THESE ARE THE TYPE OF "BEATS" I LIKE...SAID A...

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Harumph To Holiday Hoopla – Phish Pshaw!

Relieved of fatherhood Saint
Nick schtick found me
to relinquish ratty outfit, and stow away zee bras
like padding and "FAKE flowing beard,
ah...don't remind me,
those well worn faux paws

of each dear deer...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.

Part 3


our subject awoke 
while still dark everywhere
dark with agony 
an amputee's life...

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CHAPTER 4 The Eagle (continued)

Swinging up it glanced the raptor
Merely brushing through its wing-plumes
But the eagle lost its balance 
And released its hold on Rosy
 
Who then plummeted in freefall
But the bird regained its rhythm 
And hard turning...

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Rain  diary  -part 1                          By   ...

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"Clinging to me
Like a last breath you would breathe
You were like home to me
I don't recognize the street

Please don't close your eyes
Don't know where to look without them
Outside the cars speed by
I'd never heard them...

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Nine lives removed from royal dignity

Five days after 
getting acquainted with darling cats
pampered like queens courtesy 
thee eldest daughter 
and her partner acquired as kittens
reminiscence occurred regarding
one particular four footed feline
my late mother doted over.

Lion...

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I was never one of those
“desirable” kinds.
Never will be.
And I’m okay with that.

But being 14 years old
Stuffing padding down my shirt
And smearing big sister’s makeup across my face

Just to get some 19 year old to...

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People talk out loud about this mysterious place
Love given freely to such a hurtful race
Such gentle feelings to a power unknown
Some times what has been offered, has little shown.

Some live in fear to what could...

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 YOU  are on the hospital  bed, 
struggling for your last breath 
but this time I too lost my faith because
 can't stay beside you as I promised...

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Each time my Auntie Rosa went to shop in the High Street,
She’d bring us back a pink-iced bun; it was our special treat.
We’d take them up to Grandad’s (we preferred to eat them there)
We’d scoff...

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My losing struggle with not so easy "chair"

buoyed me aloft beyond
outer limits of the twilight zone
where dark shadows
lurked along green acres
creating hee haw sounds.

Aforementioned adventure
occurred countless years ago,
nevertheless psychological 
repercussions persist 
to this April eighteenth
two...

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Pt 1
He represents his set, with 
Every breath he draws,
He makes color his priority,
Matisse with machine gun,
Splurging Rothko’s’ vengeance 
On the blue bodies of Americas renegades.
A Blood, from Compton
The roar of stolen 
Car engines, echoes...

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Without the families, the balloons, 
the printed animal T-shirts
the walkways grow pensive and narrow 
into unknown places.
Occasional security lights create 
small pools of certainty.
The darkness in-between the glow
balloons and smothers,
wipes away the memory of laughter...

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While meditating earlier today,
a flashback leapt
     clear for me to assay,
those ever receding

     early boyhood daze,
     now subsumed within fifty,
plus nine shades of...

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Dear Virgo. 
They ask you why you stand in the morning sun for so long, 
to which you reply “It feels like a daylight loon singing her mournful song." 
They ask you why you watch...

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PLAYIN' CATCH

Mom and Dad would have the car packed the night before we left,
the station wagon filled with all the essentials we'd need for our
extended camping trips. Dad always made sure I had my ball...

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II.

Days passed slowly, Amos didn’t return,
Mary Bairns now had to reasons to weep.
Her son was gone, there could be no mistake,
and her daughter, half-mad, didn’t sleep.

She packed up their things and traveled east
to just outside...

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Memories of goodness from collaborating nakedness
are more than strong appetizing captivity from hot omelets and lasagna
serving as the foundation of a strong intimacy
planted in a greenhouse of mythical pleasures
growing in the natural mood of the...

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Nine Lives Removed From Royal Dig Nitty ©?ß
(alternately titled: lion eyes hide sharp claws)

Aye attest tubby reincarnated
     from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
     named Morris...

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I go in for chemo session #2 tomorrow.  I sure hope my blood platelets are 
somewhat back to normal or at least healthy enough so that we can get this next 
session under our...

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a voice
has the choice to speak
into the pockets of wind which are parcel carriers
connecting the truth with whispers
heard on a deafening level 
only overshadowed by silence
shaking loose the lies
sleeping in the crevices of the fraying...

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(alternately titled: lion eyes hide sharp claws
unless made irate, then yours truly 
bares his sharp talons 
on all of mine faux pas).

Aye attest tubby reincarnated
from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
named Morris if that...

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Throughout full room sprays of sweet nothings suffuse
Mellow are memorial moments, mirth as well as my muse
High-floating foams, filled with redolent renaissance
Gently freshen up and fondle my hairs
My hairs, eager to inhale inspiring air
Grow fixated...

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