Long Pheasant Poems

Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what...

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genius?
sometimes you are in its minimal spotted light...sometimes!
other times you just know you've been touched and you freeze,
moved but frozen...like a stranger it moves in, does its work and leaves.

...maybe it's been a while since...

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Attention please…I’d like to have a minute of your time
To tell you why I rarely understand the “weaker sex.”
Always struggling hard to break their stupid verbal code…
I’ve never really figured out why things are so...

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Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way the legend goes.
Ol’ Blue had a “magic nose.”
 
As Blue got...

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The bones of winter cracked the ice black, coal black night.
A hoary wind spits frost crystals that dazzle and blur the sight.
Boney fingers of bare deciduous wood, scratch against the eaves
as the stranger's tread crackles...

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A fat flat packed duck billed platypus was not on a platter. In fact it had escaped under a robe. With a robin. The robin was to be stuffed into a pigeon which was stuffed...

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"Imagination is as imagination does."
-- a poet of a truly handsome imagination

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On every "Help! Oh, help! I'm in a Pickle!" Pickle Day,
Ms. Superhero Fancy one true super-duper fay
along with...

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Slowly spring unfolded.The trees all abud now and througout the forest floor
Daffodils had sprung up it seemed overnight.Looking over at Arlis holding his daughter with a look of total besotted love,her mother warmly looking on...

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An English Life

It is midnight the Milk train pulls into darnall station
No ordinary passengers here
Steelworkers with their families
Loaded with fishing tackle, sandwiches and maggots
The Fossdyke in Lincolnshire, their destination
The fare Half a crown for happiness

The...

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The weather was just how I liked it
Looking like it would stay dry
The breeze had the sharp tinge of winter
Beneath a low overcast sky

The thick blackthorn hedgerow behind me
Bordered the tangled beech wood
In front was...

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Don’t worry about being thinner
Get yourself off down the pub
Then go home to a good British dinner,
Of British traditional grub

Delicious roast beef of old England
Served up with a thick Yorkshire pud
With roast spuds and cabbage...

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I have no desire to hear        the worlds words

rather would I            the chirping of birds

to hear the...

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Smith’s Octopuses Party On Pontoons 
                   Rumor Has It My Dear

Rumor has it my dear something spectacular...

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a poem regarding evil-company

thus do learn to tolerate the blow of wings
of the most inflammable flesh 

after the successful sacrifice of the student-hostel 
jumping into the peacock-foams 
how dangerously is changing the total travel-route of...

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and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse

It Was Due To Prior-Parent’s Vain-Disobey, 
so They Diminished, That-Dare-Day…
The Delectable…
 and Passed Up The Palatable –
 Main… Held-Accountable
Course (so  not  hard !) 
But They Failed...

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This is a story of an old couple who had no children of their own.
One day while the old woman was washing clothes at a nearby river, she saw a large rosy peach floating downstream.
She...

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Argh... dog dam mutt
(boot exhausted tending Milan Collie)

If only father time could... but
yea right Matthew Scott cut
your losses, accompanied
with sinking feeling in gut
ready to vent off steam
start fire next time and burn

(billy me I merrily...

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You will see the vines growing, if you take a look, 
                      They are...

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While outside nor'easter
howls like banshees
vents temperature dips
into low double digits
fire breathing friendly
dragon (cue Barney

purple dinosaur)
crackling hearth,
yours truly snuggling
close proximity warming,
thawing, quelling...
cockles and muscles

atavistic visitations hover
brushes within subconscious
purring, mew zing catacombs
kickstarting, harkening,
dawning... Homo sapiens
lion eye zing...

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The cottage has changed
And not only the cottage itself
For buildings exude more than just their fabric
They say something about their owners
About their occupants
About their time

When last I was here
The dwelling communicated a solitary inhabitant
In touch...

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pink pims and pom poms
An alabaster in a tight fitting top cannot squeeze into a convertible Mercedes Benz as fitting a box into a circle is not a pleasantry nor a pheasant flap. Peace be...

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As i'm up on the cliffs,
i get a sight of the town.

A calm day,
not even a sound

I sit there & ponder the profound
Because my mind resounds

Like bloodhounds who
Discover murderous true-found's
Who put 2 rounds
Into blue clowns

Who...

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"Every year since I've been married, I'd rise
To a tapestry of color and cool embracing feel.
To the rooster crow so, family can feast their eyes.
I'd work for two days preparing thanksgiving meal."

~

  Thanksgiving Day...

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On a makeshift lounge in the wilderness he lay.
He knew he was dying and sensed this was his final day.
Atop of this mountain is where he wanted to be,
so he could have one last look...

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