Long Pinewood Poems

Who knows if magic exists,
if dreams come true
and whether miracles take place
(all of these things we thought we knew)

... buried in our haste
to dig childhood's grave...

And though something gets lost
along the way,
it's never very far...

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A handful of stars 

In the right pocket of my trouser

Eliminating all the tsars

Inside the child of wild world

Time in a swirl

And another handful of moon pieces

Bridges and beaches

In the left pocket

My room in a...

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"Raining in Summer" Contest
Sponsor: Ink Empress
3rd Place
"Raindrops" Contest
Sponsor: Jcb Brul
2nd Place

It's raining.
Well, it was at least.
I'm just a nobody in their parents' garage witnessing the aftermath.

And it's raining.

After so long.
I love the rain.
The way it...

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Elegy on the Death of Vicente Aleixandre, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Elegia en la muerte de Vicente Aleixandre

(Born in 1923, Carlos Bousono, a renowned prize-winning Spanish poet and eminent theoretician on the aesthetics...

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The day is winding down and destiny is running around; the day is winding down and everyone is moving up and down the town, the streets are crowded and the people are divided the trucks...

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It had been a long night, an hour drive just to be with my sister. One must stay in touch with family; it’s the right thing to do. I don't even know what movie we...

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From Noonlight to Moonlight 
I'll chance to mention a jaunt once took, along a sloping ridge; coming up steady o'er jakes ravine, cross the creaking pinewood bridge, tethering up the hosses, to a half charred...

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Written: February 07, 2024
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It appears as if 
the world has been 
coated by a wave of 
deceitful dictums,
  where faked...

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Alarm Clock
-Levis Hutchins,the inventor

On a birds eye survey you had seen buildings, horses, wagons on a flat yard.

In central vision you had seen the street of Hampshire before you
had seen their walls in front of...

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The morning sun hovers coyly
behind broad shoulders of the John Crow Mountain
before unwrapping petals of fever plant and Venice.
Mama’s countenance was far contrast to one so radiant, 
so when the old Leyland bus went shuddering...

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I don’t want no candles. I don’t want no cake, 
Neither chocolate icing, nor coconut flake. 
Don’t want no fancy paper tied up with pretty bows.
Honey, I just wanna be there when you’re taking off...

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WILD NATURE

         Far from squabble of snobbish sniffy people
         I wish to visit a wild country
   ...

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" Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
            can you hear the whispering?"
         ...

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Wrapped in the aromatic blossoms 
of a modern-farmed orange 
orchard, a four-room shack in Visalia, 
California rises above the hard 
pan and overgrown rose bushes. 

The once palatial bell tower 
of Taurusa School, peaks 
over...

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I

wet cat impaled on telegraph poles
serrated ashbrown fur
tinged with flinting silver
a mirror blue
cut by guitar strings on a shining plate
bathed in molten evening shine

jet streaks through pylon barrage
windshield wipers’ hemicircular swipe

dry cat’s crusty baguette fur
ashen...

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From lugging heavy boxes in a distribution place,
To taking pinewood coffins to a so called place of grace.
From melting from the heat from six till half past three,
To eating currant buns and drinking nice hot...

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Carpet patterns 
and the swirlings of grain
in wooden floors were maps
to me of exotic worlds,
portal holes for a child
to enter and explore
places edged on the
furthest reaches 
of the fabulous.

Even today, as an old man,
I saw...

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    HOLIDAY  SEASON

             Grand goes Christmas celebration:
            ...

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Written: February 13, 2023
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An anathema for,
pilose nettle burns,
an art form of unstable feathers,
tropes across the ivory cuticles.
Melted mascarpone in a figurine,
pearlescent obsidian,
hooping sapped spirit,
sight...

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Mountain soften the gawp of sun 
far beyond the boondocks, 
where the fog plays in stillness,
 ‘fore the banties arouse the glade
When life came to Bottom Land 
bare feet stomped common paths 
Between the tall...

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Everything perfect, something amiss
memories I hold in my heart’s abyss
unsaid, unheard, unfinished
Treasured always, only mine to be cherished.

Laying awake on the bed so warm
Waking up to the azure of the dawn
Scent of pinewood that lingered...

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DEATH IN D FLAT

The song begins with a high note and ends on a low
And denotes the notes urged and surged in between
In the center of the song the brass begins to blow
But then a...

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DEATH IN D FLAT

The song begins with a high note and ends on a low
And denotes the notes urged and surged in between
In the center of the song the brass begins to blow
But then a...

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A Poet’s Thoughts

I am luckier than most
I have a special place to write
A small room
No larger than a bathroom
It is neither a palace nor a ghetto
It is just a place where I can be alone...

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It was in this land of animated nature
Under a moonlit cloak of stars
I was drawn to the glow of a Nymph
She glows as she pirouettes on top a meadow's lake
The zealous winds speak of you
Spiritess...

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