Long Plash Poems

"The Strange Case of F.T."



They say the dead don’t talk
the stories I have calculated
to deliver a saving grace 
confessional shared amongst 
my equal peers, or so I deem 
you somewhat sometimes seem,
less than me, you...

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born two days 
after ole Punxsutawney i.e. the Doctor Phil - 
of woodchucks Latin Name = Marmota Monax 
nest resembled Rastafarian hair weave, 
which creature rattled with ire and peeveishness, 

when rudely roused from his...

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Shana Aubrey Harris born two days after ole Punxsutawney 
   i.e. the Doctor Phil - 
   of woodchucks Latin Name = Marmota Monax nest 
   resembled a Rastafarian hair...

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1. Form: Free Verse/Theme: Indulgence

Singing those praises in church,
I see a vision of a parched earth.
Geosmin scent ascends;
or descends. Transference
between reality and surreality.

My mind is soaked in soil microbes,
no shower sensation in sight.

Today it might...

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Introspection 

suspends in dark blue amnion
as rainwater blooms a reflection pool
an oasis of energy for contemplative embryo;
in stillness I grow.. my pulse a flowing stream of raindrops 
my body  the rhythm maker  ...

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There is a misty hanging over the lake
A line of pollen    colorless in the smoke    lapping the bank
With things    those outlined    unreachable
 ...

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Oh, Nature’s spree, your artistic scene exceeds!
Quaint the plash of paints upon the frilly bloom  
hued with sunrise splash in skies as night recedes, 
lush your brush, alive with rays and pinkish plume.
Artsy petals...

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THE   WAVES


        Watching from cliff of hill, waves crash.
        Sun to set, twilight displays hues.
    ...

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Bites of frost fierce;
iced words did pierce
flushed flesh, soft soul
chilled as you stole

youth of my life,
long lived your wife.
We wed; blissed days
blest till your craze.

Mid-age, your mess
lust for me less,
as thrills I gave
you now don’t...

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GOING  HOME

How sweet to be swept by the tide
At last from this ocean  earth-wide
And soon on the horizon  to   comb 
For the mist-wrapped mountains of home.  

Women mending ...

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COTTAGE IN THE WOODS

It’s hazy
A scrim tints all shades the same – like the
Washed-yellow flowers fronting a shallow pond –
Making ghostly the cozy, little cottage beyond,
Which rises from the rushes and wild cover,
Nearly hidden by...

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It must have happened in the night.
In the backyard, a pair of men’s shoes.
They loll now,
mouths agape and concussed.
                ...

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Formed by drops of water, 
widens and deepens as I rubs and scours, 
eating and borings my way through the landscape, 
meandering with hardly any visible movement, 
flow freely, coursing my way through the mountains
and...

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In a drizzle, droplets drip;
Hair will frizzle, make-up slip.
Streets will glisten, raincoats bead;
Wipers work the lowest speed.

Rain that’s steady slashes down;
Puddles plash and insects drown.
Folks’ umbrellas bump and clash;
Headlights blind you, bold and brash.

Pouring cloudbursts...

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