Long Plaid Poems

I met a proper woman in a proper pub on a Monday in Peoria. It was noon, time for lunch, and we were sitting stool to stool over very large burgers at a long mahogany...

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Introduction: once again I incorporate 
my trademark penchant 
to fabricate fictitiously
portions of the following poetic endeavor
can you care to 
discern fact from fiction?

Attempts at lifelong friendships and holy matrimony...

Shot thru with figuratively cankerous nub,
cuz yours...

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The Spirits of Culloden. 
This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year,
Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear.
Standin on that moor, that once with blood was sodden,
Paying respects...

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It's been four years since I've seen so much as an insignificant mountain creek. Been overburdened with comfort, now frantic with nature withdrawals, having to settle for photos found on Google Images: emerald pine trees,...

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It's been four years since I've seen so much as an insignificant mountain creek. I've been overburdened with comfort, now frantic with nature withdrawals and having to settle for photos found on Google Images: emerald...

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I went out for the newspaper at the usual time this morning, shortly after 5AM, (yes, I'm one of the "odd few" who still enjoys the crisp feel of a morning paper in my hands),...

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Their sighting of the Village came more quickly than they anticipated, only a few hours after Joulupukki had mentioned it to Lumi.
     “Well, sooner than expected,” Joulupukki said aloud., “almost straight...

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Ginny didn’t know if it was a large pond or a small lake in the middle of the beautiful park where she had been hired right after high school to help with maintenance of the...

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“Without you, now I see
How fragile the world can be
And I know you've gone away,
But in my heart you'll always stay”  –Katie Melua


There is a peculiar feeling I remember experiencing when the news came
...

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There must have been several of these incidents
Occurring in towns and cities all over the country
From month to month and from year to year
But to experience one at such a close range
Was enough to cause...

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My favorite song that I chose was "Cat's in the Cradle". 
By Harry Chapmin. I hope you enjoy my flight of imagination. 
See link to the original song at the end of my lyrics.

Bobby's Dad

When...

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What color are you?
You! You! You! You! You! You! I could do this all day. Smirk.
I am not talking about hair color, eye color, or skin color.
I am not talking about teeth color, or freckle...

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3:15 a.m. 
 It was a crappy, wet, rainy dog-hiding drizzly morning.
Anthony woke up in a bad mood, with a sore throat, that got worse when he looked out the window.
Of course, the obstinate dog...

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Back in 1957 
kissing Carol Ann 
behind the barn 
in the middle of 
a windswept field 
of Goldenrod 
with a sudden deer 
watching was 
something special, 
let me tell you. 
Back then, bobby sox 
and...

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I awoke to a clashing and clanging coming from my kitchen; in the hallway, I did stumble upon a frying pan.  A cautious peek revealing nothing left me to grab that frying pan for...

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The 36% Poem

I recall going to the stained-glass church as a child 
and wishing the Jesus statue would move, that he would
just step down from that hanging cross and walk among us,
casting droplets of healing...

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Centered in the irregular rectangle of the caves entrance the fire popped and danced as the snow fell lazily before the backdrop of pines.Softly the wind moaned above the tree line.Francis sat on their makeshift...

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I walked in and was hit by the familiar smell of fear and disinfectant 
then wrapped my sweater tighter from the cold and discomfort. 
I glanced fleetingly into desperate, tearful eyes
bruised egos, painful cries and...

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I am standing outside my bedroom, on the precipice of lost innocence.
Wide eyed, and barefoot on cold hardwood.
Someone is hammering on our front door.
My father, looking a bit annoyed, shuffles anxiously down the stairs.
Tussled hair,...

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In the small town that I grew up as a child, streets were neat and prim.
Trees lined up in rows of green statuesque figures. Children playing, riding bicycles, roller skating in the warm summer breeze....

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A birthday cake sits before me, laughing at me. The candles whisper mean things, they know my thoughts. The ocean of red frosting simmering in the lights above, the little black flowers that everyone has...

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And show me how to change
Hopefully, in Your luvin’ hands
Wiser than fools these days
Thot u left me for life
Thot u plaid victum off ur list
Take off your clothes of hate
Put on love
Put on love
Drain away...

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My grandparents lived on farms – both sides of my family.
My mother’s parents and my father’s parents.
Overalls and button down shirts with pockets
Work boots for grandpas

Except my single grandpa did get dressed up fancy
For Saturday...

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Its off to grandma's old fashion cottage we go;
past snow covered pine trees all in a row.
To her humble abode adorned in holiday charm, 
And two grey horses inside the red painted  barn. 

Inside...

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From the moment we became grandparents we have felt conflicted
at the way, in books and media, grandparents are depicted.

But we’ve been grandparents for a while now 
(one grandchild just graduated college)
So we believe it is...

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