Long Picnicking Poems

When I Consider Life

As a baby, I was laying in my bassinet when a rifle bullet was shot through
 our living room window and passed through right under my bassinet not hitting me. 
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When I Consider Life Without You

As a baby, I was laying in my bassinet when a rifle bullet was shot through  our living room window and passed through right under my bassinet not hitting...

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It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère’s (grandmother’s) farm. She lives in Paris, but she owns a Château and surrounding...

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After picnicking in a pretty meadow, on a warm and sunny day,
I relaxed upon my soft blanket, and fell asleep where I lay.

When I awoke I took a walk, through the grass and flowers,
Lined on...

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They have been hiking  for a lifetime  landing upon harsh rocks and dry land, 
ragged and torn battered and bruised they are not coming to amuse.
Last night I watched the moon as it...

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UNBEARABLE DARKNESS OF  
NEAR VOID

Unbearable darkness of near 
Void
when my Heart sits indigo 
at the back of my throat  
I see no endearing 
vacant eyes of guides
grit in joints scream 
generational curse 
which...

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What more can I do when you are locked in your own shoe, your shoelaces are tied and your vision is floating about in the sky and the morning is bidding you goodbye; it is...

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A great burden  is lifted off my head
A day ago I thought I was dead
My spirit was hurting my soul was aching
But the lights in my car reminded that I was alive
I kept going...

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September has just began
And I am composing a new song
I just cannot get the rhythm out of my head
The music is sweet and the message is deep
the autumn wind is blowing everywhere
and the agony has...

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A is for ants, they love a picnic too!
B is for birds, you may have to shoo

C is for cake, maybe tangy lemon or spice
D is for drink, cool, preferably, lemon on ice

E is for...

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We loaded up for a Sunday drive
The Ozark Mountains were alive
Wild dogwoods of pink and white
Every shade of green in sight
Blooming jonquils and daffodils
Woodpeckers, blue jays, and whippoorwills
Even though the painting was unfinished
Nature's bounty was...

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The cherry blossom over the Osaka River in Osaka city,
Keeps the castle overhead mesmerized in its beauty,
The pink and white blossom sparkle and shine on nice Spring Day,
Like the stars glowing from supernova in an...

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Old Red 

There was this old dog that hung around our neighborhood. 
Everybody just called him old Red, ugly as could be, but his temperament was good.

Old Red had a nose that could sniff out...

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Moonlit splendor resounds in a moment so tender,
a willow can never weep when two lovers sleep.
Morn glory awakes, and the sunshine does surrender
to all the secrets that passionate nights do keep. 
No valley is too...

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A little girl played along the railroad tracks. Walking on the rails, playing in the little station house. Waiting for her friend the engineer to blow the whistle as he came around the bend. On...

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“A photograph on the sunny side of the mountain"

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sit down & try to explain
to someone who doesn’t
hold a creative flair, just 
what it is like to walk, talk,
breathe, sing, eat, sleep,
lick, touch, grope, grab,
fondling, ****ing, attending
casual events with, dancing
with, picnicking with,
driving for long...

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Recollections flutter
Behind my eyes
Like autumn leaves 
Scattered by the wind.
Dreams send out tentacles
Into time long past
Calling memories up from
Obscurity into light. 
A phantom path leads back
Into the dusty library
Of forgotten treasures
Where there’s an Easter party...

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Traffic circle sloshing; 
pedestrians pressing up 
against tensile city regulations, 

flashing horns and sweat, 
university student afternoon,
wiping off iced coffee condensation.

I am a dedicated historian of 
lunchtime stories and 
park bench vignettes—

a spectacled lesbian runs...

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If we could

Soft voices
strong demeanor
too many choices
is it worth bleedin’ until forever
afraid of commitin’ misdemeanors
if we could I would but we can’t
be happy to turn reality into fantasy
Enchant…
if I went I couldn’t come back
guilty consciences...

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There are so many things to observe 
as I sit at the canal trail.
My senses catch it all.
Shirtless runners,
The swish of thier sneakers as they pass.
A family picnicking not far away.
Bike riders side by side...

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                            Many foreigners living in the Philippines
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sometimes 
misconstrued
in a fluorescent grove
where malachite petals
marry emerald blades
verbose biting chews 
too close to the cheek
among a confetti of bees
amid undulating bumps 
of raw superfluous air

interdimensional entities 
of spectral occurrence
wave with graphic-less suave
to gurgles, to...

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I take out the old-fashioned dress in my mother’s closet.
It’s a rose-colored fabric that you liked from your 50’s pageant.
And its floral scent underneath reminded me about you for a reason.
I got mad each time...

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