Long Patios Poems

I was was born in Ottawa, Canada and have lived here all my life and have 
never wanted to leave.  It is a beautiful city rich in historic architecture.
It is located where two rivers...

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I drink privilege, I breath iniquity.
Everything around me wreaks of docile obsequisy.
I was a born a prince, of a minor province.
And ever since, I have often heard words minced,
By those below, who dare but tow
The...

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When I was a young boy I knew Memorial Day meant people came together
to remember…to commemorate…to pray…
but back then I did not understand the true meaning of the day.

To young me it was just another...

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Up north there are four seasons in a year…a fact that cannot be debated.
In Florida, however, those four season are more subtle and understated.

In fact, the seasons come to Florida in a kind of disarray…
It...

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The mild pace of my brain
Around fancy words like tamer and solace
Calm like a crystal clear lake
High up in the mountains of Tibet
 
Bruno could do nothing but stare
On the tragic haircut of Jebediah and...

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Surrounded by amazing bright world settings,
it didn’t take that  long for me to realize aplenty,
in every single broad nuanced sense,
with no grey  cap on rich imagining,
I couldn’t help at all but notice,
awareness at...

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The feeling of cold glass accompanied by A aroma of hops against my lips only helped so much
My thoughts viciously unbaring...
One would say It would be better lifeless 
Truly it's more of my fault than...

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After the dreary, dismal cold days of winter,
Bogged down by mounds of snow, 
Chicago, the indomitable city,
Dogged by ears-flapping, bone-chilling winds,
Emerges like a blooming flower 
Fostering liveliness, sensuality,
Gaiety and grandiose funfair.

Hot, sizzling and sassy summer...

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From here I see you lost, clapping your hands on birthdays, getting worse with the years, never failing to disappoint. From here I see the roofs of the houses where I could have been a...

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Porches,
attached decks,
patios,
intimate places for alfresco,

These make a difference
between a fortressed house
and a transparent home,
between an ego castle
and an eco-habitat.

We also spread rhododendron bushes
and hostas,
flowers and ferns
around our stone
and concrete bound foundations.

We want stable defenses
but prefer...

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In the ashes of a home
Remains a stone fireplace
That still stands against the sky
Decaying at its own pace
Earth, water, and wind 
Now its only adversaries, 
Unless you add time to the mix.

It marks the place
Where...

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Close my eyes and think of whimsy
reasons not to, seem so flimsy

tired of all this same old news
I want more rhythm, no more blues

this oh so endless reverberation
about quarantine and isolation

so I'd rather be inside...

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I am Irish,
I do not patter a brogue, not lilt, or prate the Celtic.
I’m annexed English, cockney, a dead queens piglish,
chameleon tongued.

Something took me, shook me like a spade
until an un-rooted soil fell, a ground...

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The twinkling shine of dark eyes
Chestnut locks, effortlessly waved
Like the tides of the ocean
Practicing yoga on rainy patios
While cigarette ashes burn my skin

Morrissey sung the songs of woe
I crumbled at your feet
Your lips on every...

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Old man winter takes off his coat of white.
the fallen leaves have been brushed aside with  just wind and times magic touch
The birds sing that bit louder as to clebrate the start of new...

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Autumn brings leaves in multifarious hues,
Time's flow quickly readies us for winter's blow.
Fun days on our patios will soon turn to blues,
As it takes its leisure neath a blanket of snow.

The Sycamores have shed like...

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Smack talking, crack walking track knocking
Pyro setting
Drama getting
Sun setting
 Down by the docks
 Flocks of Hawks
Dance on rocks
Crazy, snazzy bustin locks
Boats shakin
Waves breakin
Bodies quakin
Another summer makin
Beach nights
Hot rights
Drunken fights
 Lost sights
Neon tights
 Ocean and sand
...

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  "Weather Forecast - Twister Terror"



twister touchdown twirling free
black funnel cloud spins angrily
wind crackling branches on bare trees
neighborhoods in panic freeze ...
beware windows and open doors
take shelter as fierce rain downpours.

destroying four homes in...

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Flowered patios,
admired for their charm,
Andalusian patios lovingly cared for.
As new-born babies 
that Andalusian women take care of 
with gentleness, dedicating
their time with the same devotion
to as a baby who needs attention.

Beauty with big eyes
that shines...

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Civilization

They take root
and sprout up like
the corn that used 
to fill these fields.
Acres of grassland, 
fertile farmland,
and the houses 
grow day by day.

Trucks filled with
house parts, baseboards,
light fixtures, windows,
sinks and toilets,
concrete for driveways
ply the muddy...

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Grey mounds of a futile landscape
Life is a feeling the fuel 
Rain thunders; under cover drape
Remote, imm'diate and truthful 
Neb'lous clouds in illusion shape

O', but how the cooly wind blows 
Watching out the drifty clouds,...

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Blinded by the bright white paint
Surrounded by royal blue.
There is something in the way she looks
Santorini staring back at you. 

Black rock beaches with blistering sun
Waterfalls way up high.
People laughing jumping off
Thinking they can fly....

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we arrived and the world city did not expect
that we were as we are
the houses whispered about us
special tenants
I know we paid with our souls
to be less unhappy in certain matters
the indispensable presence of plane...

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I know the land
where the lemon-tree flowers
Autonomous region in Sicily
Those beautiful beaches
seducing the travellers
Sicani people around 8,000 B.C.

I know the land
where the lemon-tree flowers
the largest island in the Med sea
Greek temples and churches
to while away...

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I miss marigold mornings 
with soft sunrises and perfumed wind 
whispering through willow branches 
and watercolour windows
to join the sultry scent of caramel coffee.
I long for languid afternoons
of superfluous sunshine and cumulus clouds
parading across periwinkle...

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