Long Parasols Poems

...a true story


It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine....

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Valerie



It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine. At loose...

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...a true story


It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine....

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It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine. At loose...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's Final Version " Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" Vowels " (final version, without the definite article, with the poet's corrections)  in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris...

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A Senior Home...

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I am promenading in the woods
Whistling at the birds
The rays of the sun
Now and again interrupting my vision
Then something moves
Something- like a woman
Her glamour- what say?
I halt- the power attending
How very smashing
She moves, actually peacocks
Towards...

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Peter (my bf) and I are at Heraclee beach for the weekend.
It’s a little sliver of heaven, about 11 miles south of Saint Tropez.
It’s too early in the season to swim - being breezy and...

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Hedwig


Her house, a memory lane of sacred spaces:
the cobwebbed attic travel trunks, 
high heeled shoes, pink taffeta gowns, 
skirts that open into spinning parasols, 
cool musty wine cellars lined with dusty bulbs 
and oak barrels,...

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Lagniappe 
 
Wide plantation shutters open 
  With the laziness of 
 	Summered streams 
To blink against the shimmering reflections 
 Of brilliant midday 
   Dancing on the cobblestones, 
  	Mingling...

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Blessed Moments

As night sleeps gold streaks undisturbedly passive wake
     An accordion of yellow feathers flutters dealt reflectively
        ...

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Potato Mountain

I will arrive
an habitual escapee
from the rabbit warrens
of central planners

By ferreting north
in search of
breaks in the maze
rifts in the grid

I will follow
a stream beside
the climbing track
and yet higher

To a saddle below
the great ridge 
southward...

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Telephones are a useless reflection of communication as forms of forks do not require such modernity to talk. When planning waltzing with 89 peas for a show that has been advertised globally always be mindful...

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A haze… 
Languorous oft in summer days 
Where sundrops drip 
From melting skies 
Onto city grind 
And parasols shade the cobbled grays

Across back alley lanes 
Trains and trolleys tip toe by 
As a fool in...

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It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, 
mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile 
and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine.
At loose ends,...

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It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, 
mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile 
and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine.
At loose ends,...

Read More

It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, 
mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile 
and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine.
At loose ends,...

Read More

It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, 
mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile 
and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine.
At loose ends,...

Read More

A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's " The Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" The Vowels " in the Paul Verlaine (first version) copy in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris : Livres de Poche/La...

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THE COLD CLING OF SPRING

Pretty petals ferociously fall as Spring releases its fury.
Blooming cherry blossoms in disarray, decry a disaster.

Rosebuds refuse to unfurl like a flummoxed fist of stubbornness.
Like moray eels, the moss morphs into...

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Jalopy Memories

The old jalopy still proudly rumbles down a street now paved with asphalt
Flying tattered banners and trailing mists of smoke and steam in circles
Riding on thin tires held together by shiny spokes glinting in...

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Industrious buzz of solo bee search jackpots
Unashamedly trial diving in each lurid shell
Stickier with every trumpet he giddily accosts
Finds further stupor in fluted sweet compel

Ruffled taffeta petals burn, vibrant five
Three wiggle flame fingered fringe
Other two...

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Bouncing from piles of baby powder grains, 
     ballerina feet firm balance establishing 
     Addictive activity pulls challenger audacious
     Amidst busy Aussie city,...

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I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun 
Holidaying am I amidst the valley of said sins
Such joyous commotions viewing children's fun
Seeing happiness abound in wondrous spin
But it's the nature of being here, knowing...

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Blowball and cankerwort,
words born from a common tongue.
English is most practical
when it is rustic and colloquial.
Lions tooth, priests crown,
moles salad and pee-a-bed.

‘Swine snout’ snorts loud upon the page.
The yarrow-yellow flowers last for hours
then overnight turn...

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