Long Plumbs Poems

Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead...

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"Books and Covers"



"Books and Covers"

"Covers and Books"

"Stories and Lovers"

"Lovers and Stories"

"Some Time It Took"

"Spinning Wheels Spinning"

"Needles Pricking Thumbs"

"Agatha and Daphne"

"Danvers is Rebecca's Mum"

"Casting Fishing Hooks and Aspersions"

"Bewitching Hour"

"Drinking Potions of Lovespell's Nasturtiums"

"Lost Love Woods" 

"Hidden...

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Today December 27 two thousand nineteen

Start time: at sixteen minutes
after seven o'clock post meridian
End time: nine minutes after
nine o'clock post meridian.

Where the outer limits as Guiding Light
regarding twilight zone,
vis a vis edge of night
i.e. est...

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Aye, the rub perhaps is this,
For dreams to come, there must be life,
Of sorts, though what man defined life
Or knows its scope or plumbs God’s poorest joke?

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[Did you hear the one about the Jewish race
God...

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Re: Thank You to unknown 
   tom, dick, harry, tam, dame, 
   or dana from the MHS Class of 77, 
   though this alum
experiences public education 
  ...

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I happened to hear a cover song
on the radio the other day,
by some band the couldn’t write a hit,
or their instruments manage to play.
My first thought was to just shake my head,
and wish they had...

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"Streams of Gold, Blazing Andromedas"

Engagement came at a cost
the written word read 
and worn like a purple robe 
to keep out the cold 
stave the hunger off,
feed the soul eveything,
Everything, is what it wants,
silky words...

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An Idiot’s Guide to Being a Hero!

There are few that aspire to the wreath of a hero,
A garland men give to a man who risks failure or death
(Should that happen) to serve a ‘high purpose,’...

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The figs on my fig tree are ripe,
Tempting and enticing,
They want you to have them,
To enjoy all you can.
My pear tree is bearing beautiful big pears,
It is almost time to enjoy,
Enjoy what has been provided...

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Death By Murder: 

Murky water left to drink 
floating particles of death. 

Erie presence leaves discontent. 
As something wicked floats in it. 

The bone chilling cold wind doth blow 
off Lake Erie with flurry snow....

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Written: September 19, 2023
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In a world where gratitude often fades,
And thankfulness is lost in the haze,
Let us appreciate the gleam and sheen,
Of the amber sun in the sky's iridescent scene.

For the unappreciative, the ingrate 
Who...

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“fantôme du noir chevalier”



whither doth thee cometh from?
Strange voice that I see
Coldness of ire burns 
the skin beneath sheets
paper white guise
black ink heart bleeding within - 
stranger the walls do speak here
in the mirror swimming...

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A quest for power is a quest of faith.

The mythology states rank is gave.

An empty mind lacks the ability to form hate.

Insofar, what is the maxima that sake?

 
The drink of the Greek and Roman...

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Please Do Disappear

Sometimes people must say what they mean and
mean what they say. Will there ever come a day?

Pancakes and plumbs and problems with politics
At parties where voters want to get in their licks
Seeking approval...

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I drove back in time to my childhood home-for a funeral
I sniffed around some old stomping grounds...
the "monkey trail" was an overgrown path that led to the baseball fields
next to the tracks where the trains...

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We'd leave just after breakfast
play hard all day
there were no cell phones or play dates
we simply gathered up the mates
took off down the monkey trail
ran wild in the thistle fields
chased flyballs on the diamond
collected pop...

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(Wimpole Street, in the West End of London,
has been the scene of many interesting events,
from the elopement of Elizabeth Barrett Browning
to The Beatles composing "Help!")

The Long, Unlovely Street

It’s such a straight and long, unlovely street,
not...

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“Be not simply good - be good for something.”
—Henry David Thoreau

He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said ‘What a good boy am I.
—Little Jack Horner (partial nursery rhyme)


Pulling Out Plumbs

The yellow sun...

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"We are cute spring chicks with fluffy feathers that keep
us warm; real small, like to run, and we are adorable ! "

            ...

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He walks by day the northern woods
He seeks by night the skies
He sees in stars a face he knows
And one he knows no more

He plumbs with vague suspicion
The abyss of his soul
And calculates the irony
Of...

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Ever Beguile

None of you will I ever beguile
Could not find it to be my style
About a person was insinuated
Poor behavior so we have hated.

Was even read in current news
About how others he will abuse
And always...

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4 and 20 Pies – No Blackbirds


Oh, spare me the plethora of pies
the thumbs-up plumbs,
the pie in the sky dreams
of the pie lovers,
the onerous moooo
of the piebald cow
being milked
by the pie-eyed farmer
as his pied piper...

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THE SPIRIT OF THE SUN DIAL

I tell the sunny hours throughout the day
From dawn til dusk imparting my fair message
Evoking warmth and love throughout the day
No time for shadows hinting at dark presage

But when the...

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God, you are, you're more than everything;
God your everything;

Father, of heaven creator of all things;
God, you made all things, everything;

And you are the valley of flowers;
A galaxy of brilliant lights;
A rainbow promised for all mankind;
Golden...

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first days of summer

first days of summer
 solstice heat shimmers and sweats ~
  cool blue seaside waves

sun yawns in azure skies
 wakes up sleepy bumblebees ~
  orchard fruit grows large

summer wind swirls up
...

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