Long Paned Poems

Fragments United In Perfect Imperfection
And all the smeared colours unite into white
	
All
     the
           little
       ...

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I was a whimsical, interior designer, bringing colors and joy into living spaces,
Subtly changing neighborhoods and lives, like vibrant arcs the rainbow traces.

People were as dissimilar as their houses, the both of them rather fascinating,
Like...

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I’ve learned that no matter how hard life seems there’s always something to be learned from the negative experiences in the end. 
I’ve learned that you never really know someone until you’ve lived with them.
I’ve...

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the mirror warped at the sight of her distorted face

condensed tears spoke louder than thundering words

‘swoosh’ and down went another part of her soul

tore apart the bevelled edges and smeared her grin


a window paned groaned...

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SOW

Sow he was an athlete good, 
and an Murray so dark too. 
He cleared 7 feet where the high jump stood, 
yes at school he had a clue. 
A teacher jammed poor Sowboy's head, 
right...

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I sit and watch. 

Changes come so slowly. 
So, vigilance is required,
an attentiveness to minutia.
There are layers of wardings 
erected        between
the watch 	and I. 

Thoughts, which flit and...

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I dusted a single crimson lock
from my mouth
as I whirled my body 
                      ...

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The Portables

Baby boomer fourth grade,
We overfill Longfellow school.
Like coffee running over the cup brim.	
Caught in a saucer of portables,
Two garage like class rooms,
Like Siamese twins, joined at the middle.
Flanked by rows of single paned windows,	
That...

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Along the paw-trod path
Narrow and dainty through the gorse
Where yellow flowers
Lie dim like fallen stars in the mist
Comes a silent visitor, hesitant
It licks its lips
A taste like vinegar
Humans of old and long ago
Their lonely essence...

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Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves 
in the fardel of branches as they trembled 
beneath the relentless breath of april's storm

i watched them from my window
this paned glass smudged over
with the splatter of lashing...

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My armor is diminished,
to nothing more than a paned glass,
too easily shattered.
My will, the only barrier.
The kisses closed, I dream open.
The delicate flavor of virgin musk,
screaming out at me.
My heart a puddle.
Her every glance,
a stone...

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Curled in the fetal position, snug and warm in the bed under the fluffy down
comforter dreaming as day breaks.  Then suddenly a storm brews and explodes
through the large double-paned window lifting me up higher...

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Watching 
                   as you turn and shape 
         ...

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Behind paned glass, she’ll pass her days.
Eyes fixed across the frozen fields.
Her ruby smile, a thin disguise.
Betrothed to him, steadfast she prays.
On coldest day, they said goodbyes.
Forever true, with their love sealed.

The summer orchard’s ripe...

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a thousand tragedies paned
onto the community headlines
slashes the idle spirits

the wound enrages them to
seek out sadistic glee for the sake
to title themselves as  'woken.'

pitchforks and torches raised
looking for the guilty farmer
with swift words and...

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Night is locked down within its darkness.
I am not driving into the morning
but slipping deeper into a night-tide.

Occasionally the road is almost lit
by stuttering neon signs,
mostly the roadside houses
seem unplugged from any light.
Black paned bedroom...

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I was studying in the library where
the solitude almost lulled me to sleep,
when out of the blue heard
a quaint noise that startled me,

Curious I got up from my seat
and started looking around,
replaying the noise I...

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I see the light through faded vision
I see times' flight in this faceless prison

Scorned by death yet banished from life
In stasis somewhere beyond day and night

Somewhere I am but nowhere it be
Nowhere can I be...

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Weeping willows on dead Swans' Lake 

Ballerina shoes too small, hanging on rusted nails 

I keep on waking up from giggled dancing lessons 

Mother still alive in the waiting room - proud...

 
Shaking fingers crossed,...

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Dancing circles in the air
                      Pirouettes to seek and share
Feathered frenzy of delight
 ...

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Raindrops pelted against the window, rolling down the paned glass like tears,
Not unlike the way tears were rolling down my pained face,
The sky was crying with me,
As the plants drowned in the rain,
It felt like...

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The b ba baaa backbeat of backup beeps
and the engine rroarrrrs
join the whizz of rubber wheels
and the lingering laughter of lovers
at the intersection

The beep-beep tootelie-toots
of arriving transit buses 
tickles the funny-bone of morning
waking somnambulant walkers
who...

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PANED REFLECTIONS

Here lies the glazier, Peter Lee
His wife is shattered, naturally!


LAST NIGHTS ON THE TILES

Alas poor Joe, I knew him well
He fixed my roof before he fell!


SNAKE IN THE GRASS

Here lie the bones of Jones...

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The mountains are calling me back,
determined not to give me slack.

Windy road leads me to the place
which is emotional to face.

Summers spent at the old homestead,
Nanna would bake her tasty bread.

Red and white gingham curtains...

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