Long Percolator Poems

An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The...

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n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The...

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The morning greets me with birds at my window
They peck at the glass, 
they chirp and harass,
"The sun is up, the grass smells clean! 
The flowers so pretty they must be seen!" 

I pull the...

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1/13/16


Waking up bright and early, and allready using the percolator
Figure out what is and isn't worth the labor
Learn what's greater
Before a possible outcome is determined later
Don't ever try to put people, animals or the Earth...

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Cotton Commercials
always reminded me of
my grandmother's house
irony cotton paralleling
Ridgfield Park, New Jersey bitterness.
Boiling in decrepit neighborhoods, 
once swarming with Irish and Italian Catholics.
Now a haven of cracked sidewalks
ten miles outside of Manhattan.

Maybe it was the...

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It was a Wednesday;
a day woven 
into prison blankets and dish towels.
A day to assess hours unnoticed.
A time of trivial hungers.

The hard heft of earlier times: -
not fitting into anything,
teenage fluff and huff. Heartbreak,
rearing and...

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Cock-crow for me is the tring of the alarm clock
unheard but felt as it vibrates against the pillow .

Coffee percolator bubbles (and whistles?)
the puffs of steam tantalizingly call for a sip.

(The susurration of the shower...

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the reasoning the fishing in the trenches
beyond tire swings and monkey wrenches 
follies crawl behind the hanging logos 
of unseen filth across 124th street 

tassels dangled above an oasis 
of fine dining and soiled linen...

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Previous dawns flock together, 
gather.
The hedgerows accumulate 
with old and new. Sprigs and twigs 
bend under the weight of 
heaping feathers.

If eyes open too soon
then a few mornings go missing,

some are still catching up
they will...

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Every morning at close to four
She made the coffee, percolated
Poured it into cups with saucers
And they each would have a cup
Pouring the potent black liquid
Into the saucers before drinking
The cooling solution from them

This was only...

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If the sunrise has gone a hiding,
And if my noggin still feels woozy,
It holds true, Wummer, Sinter, or Spring.
It’s too early to prite woetry

And if my noggin still feels woozy,
So, my bare feet cannot hit...

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An unreflective Bodhisattva
nods to the unwashed dishes.
Once again I seek my morning 
liberation by ways of a dark libation

Next a phlegmy mantra
gummed through spongy lips.
“I sleep, I wake. I sleep, I wake”

The mug is perfunctorily...

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A sense of holidays! 

Blueberry pie hot out of the oven with buttery toppings 
popcorn popping in the pot with oil on the stove 
Lemon and lime are the sour balls used for drinks or...

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Quote: I don't want a perfect life I want a happy life 

Children tumbling out of bed 
coffee dripping from my old faded percolator 
Stockings hanging from the shower curtain 
mother's laughter from across the...

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My percolator lost its balance
While it was a’bubble,
Spilling all the coffee grounds
And causing lots of trouble.

Below the burners there’s a space
For storing pots and covers,
A perk (no pun intended)
For apartment-living lovers.

Well, coffee grounds were everywhere
As...

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It came out of the box all shiny and new
washed it in soapy water so I could brew
Hot pipping coffee so robust and full
the old fashion steel pot ever cool

The water simmers and boils hot
watching...

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I perk my Joe old-fashioned style
In a pot atop the stove,
My percolator ancient, 
Like a pirate’s treasure trove.

I measure out the coffee
And a timer lets me know
When 8 minutes have elapsed and then
My brew’s all...

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You’ve been percolating
Just for me,
While I imitate life.

When I’m weary and afflicted
From a fitful sleep, fears reoccurred,
You’re waiting for me.

Epitome of bittersweet,
Bitter enough I need you,
Sweet enough I want you.

Electrify my mind,
Like soul adrenaline
I’ll dance...

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An unreflective bodhisattva
nods to the unwashed dishes.
Once again I seek a daily liberation
from a chore long boondoggled.

Next a phlegmy mantra
gummed through spongy lips.
I sleep, I wake. I sleep, I wake.

The mug is perfunctorily rinsed,
I am...

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Really Good Rap Song Horn Haiku

There are scores and scores
Of stores that have gone away
Too much have to pay.

When small star twinkles
Will we see all the wrinkles
As each one mingles.

Can you mingle late
Because you did...

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