Long Plotter Poems

How Wiccans acquired a bad rep is not clear.
Misogynist bullies afraid of these women’s light,
A young teen with an ugly heart of jealous fear,
Might point a finger under cover of night.
But in Salem Massachusetts, hysteria...

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From “The Last Land”

From a burning hell my shell broke free and with it
The parade of vanished angels moving in group
Along the edge of the enormous Galaxies and all of them started to sing:

	I'm the...

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Bring out your white, bring out your red,
Bring out the grapevine's daughter,
Enough to fill a waterbed,
We'll drink it down like water,

Pour it cold, pour it cool,
Pour it a little hotter,
Fill the glass - the golden...

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Auspicious wedding games played by Indian bride and groom,
Like finding names written on bride's orange vermilion bloom;
Searching the hidden ring out of thick turmeric water,
Or untying knots of bridal garments like a plotter...! 

Or the...

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Evil scourge of the earth so full of waste,
plotter of mankind's fast downward pace.
Breaker of peace and stiffler of song,
with wicked power and purpose upon,
the action of men in opposing always,
God's Holy word with shadows...

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She is not a girly-girl, he said.
Not realizing most girls aren’t.
She may say things that surprise you, he interjected.
Not knowing that most girls do.

I am not sure if she is a tomboy or not, he...

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My majestic silhouette is indicornis,
often missed by those who don’t believe;
The idea that I exist they tend to dismiss,
I have just a few tricks up my sleeve;

Longing to be a feline ink trotter 
and become...

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St Pattys Day Limerick  L. Milton Hankins

Twas in his cups, drinking bitter ale.
His name McGonahill, first name Kale.
Irish girl gave him wink
He sputtered came up pink
A big plotter, Miss Katie O’Dale.

She would make him...

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You know her
You feel she mingles in your reason in rhythm
Not with your possible pain of angina in arrhythmia 
She is a calm serenity prayer
that knows your tear and that needs to run down on...

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When the sirens wail
A memory’s restored
Of the millions lost
That by God were so adored.

Senseless slaughter
Beyond belief,
Only Satan’s plotter
Could crave this untold grief.

The years have passed,
Generations born anew,
The wish of mourners massed
Humanity slowly to renew.

With one...

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