Long Peaked Poems

Translation with commentary of an archetypal Wild West Classic : " Summer Wine "

(I'd wage my bottom diamond dime future generations will re-discover and treasure this true American classic like only a few others of...

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A new day begins and new promises made
The child guiding his way
Finally warmed he seemed less afraid
As through the snow they slowly made headway
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     “Who is this child?” he whispered to...

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'You've thrown me over the edge of the highest peaked cliff imaginable
As I spiral further down, my outer shell gets roughed up
by sticks and stones
until my body is disfigured beyond recognition
as if I'd been torn...

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How cool this was for this happy couple - a Christmas baby!
 
                  A Very Special Christmas


A little...

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The day was fine and sunlit,
Decorated by several clouds 
drifting aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky.
Chorused by gentle puffs of the morning breeze,
Sending leaves on the streets twirling like
ballerinas in a dazzling and mesmerising dance.
and...

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The day was fine and sunlit, Decorated by several clouds drifting 
     aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky. Chorused by gentle 
         ...

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I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear pants,
yet with a surprising matriarchal cooperative understory.

The boxers outnumbered the...

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This is the 2nd Half - sorry, this is the only way to get my long pieces posted - an full length audio version is also posted 


“Every single person, and the minister agreed…and just...

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Tasting Africa (One L****ick at a Time) Part 2
(Though the title's a joke, my limericks are not!)

5. Yet Another World Wonder
Feel like now I am older I need to admit
A Safari to Africa costs quite...

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Joe Bonamassa is famous for more than just guitar skills.
but as for the lovely array of ancient antiques,
His "Nerdville" house is filled with tools and artifacts.

Joe Bonamassa hankers for blues-rock as pioneers age.
Danny Gatton taught...

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I had a  compelling feelings today to get up and go outside
I had been writing reports all day and looking desperately for another way
At first  I wanted to go east  but I...

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The video is intrinsic to the setting of the scene. The vocals and music track by ‘The Corrs and Bono’ are background music incidental to the plot. 

A balmy night it was when he stepped...

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#IN THE ELEVENTH MONTH, ON THE ELEVENTH DAY, I WAS BLESSED TO AWAKE AND HONOR "A SPECIAL ANGEL" ON WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN HER 81st. BIRTHDAY.
THIS IS THE SUNNIEST BRIGHTEST GRANDEST
DAY, GIFTED SO SWEETLY**I WISH...

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Stevie Ray's guitar spurred the 1980s blues boom.
He wasn't like any other guitarist.
Inspired by Buddy Guy, Albert King, and Albert Collins...
He linked blues and rock in the late 1960s.
He ruled the American blues from 1983...

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The road that leads to the throne
is a million miles away from home
The road that leads to the throne
Will take you all over the town
You have to go around the winding road
Up and around the...

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#Here WE are, There WE were...

I AM Your Seed. 

Today, I won't UNRAVEL the Damaged Weeds...
There's An ABUNDANCE Of New Ones That Multiplies At OUR Feet....
STEADFAST. 
"THEY'LL OUTLAST US."

Where A ROSE And A BEE
Once JOINED,...

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I was aspiring to be a professional dancer, which had long been my dream,
As rogue planets head out on their own, from the stars that reign supreme.

I was awash in unbounded enthusiasm, like yellow sunshine's...

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Since halfway through the fifties we’ve been slowly slippery-slopin’, and almost everyperson that I know, that’s near my age,
Agrees with me that, if you read the “book of life” today, you’ll clearly see my reasoning...

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The day was fine and sunlit,
Decorated by several clouds 
drifting aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky.
Chorused by merciless gales of the morning breeze,
Sending leaves on the streets attacking like
Vikings in a brutal and violent dance.
and...

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Otis Wheat was a simple man.  He didn’t have much to say and when he did say something it was worth listening to.  He was generally shy to a fault but when the...

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Huxley was in his nineteenth year,
a freshman at a fancy school,
the kind with excesses of ivy,
who claimed they accepted no fools.

The academics were no task,
he’d always excelled with his mind,
but finding like souls to fit...

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      Butterfly bless dances from flower to flower, 
sipping nectar with its slender proboscis imitating Bacchus with prospectus,
direct to us.

Streaks in the open air with flagrant color, 
as the morning...

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Invitations to the Gala
issued by a grave impala
were highly sought out missives 
by the bold and the submissive 
Those omitted uttered curses
shook angry fists or heavy purses
Had they but known that
the price of  admission
was...

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As you glance down into the black emptiness that awaits inside your soul,your mind. 
Will it come to you and clench your words now,or will you ever escape the tangled web they continue to weave,the...

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It was late night in the Jazz bar in downtown Aalter. I was sitting at a table by the staircase, looking at the lovely-looking barmaid from time to time. The bar was luminous and vibrant,...

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