Long Plumping Poems

Long I left this room of rhymes
Where verses bought my pens
A Price-tool that seems priceless
But full of ink-prices-dress

Where a lord, a noble and a king
Read of the rhymes I bring;
Where the table is set of...

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Age gracefully…that’s what I’ll do
Going to ignore the lines, how about you?
Inner beauty is what really counts
I happen to love my drooping mounts

Absolutely no Botox or fillers for me
Another varicose vein, Yipee
I’ll learn to love...

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Crystal waters plumping the honeydews 
and cascading through amusement park ride.
As tourists engage in espionage
in Duckburg at Knottsbury farms.
As graves of self sufficiency,
Communes of bagged embalm.
"Do What Thou Wilt","Do No Harm".
Spirit cooking, charms I"m sure.
Missing...

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My Grandmother's Hands

My Grandmother's hands told many tales
Of scrubbing steps and broken nails
Hand-washing clothes in enamel sink
Red football socks turned white towels pink

When not baking cakes at the old gas stove
Rag-rugs with old scraps of...

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The first concern: mysterious babies.
Please let's turn to a new perplexion:
the emergence of the grown-up things.
Alzheimer's, or catching rabies?

Faint, like changing fashion bouts? 
or a sudden busting-at-the-gut.
Lazy clouds plumping up
or a piñata thundercloud bottoming out?

Consider...

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So cold…black cold…old cold,
wind burns through the cars broken window
as it speeds down the black ribbon into the onyx night.
Tears of cold seep
from the corners of my auburn lashes.
The whoop, whoop, of passing phone poles
and...

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( FALL NEVER WAITS )

Grasping, gently, I feel you today,
Stingingly cold, you take my breath away,
The green hue is fading,fading quite fast,
But, Your Majesty pours colors that won't last.

As quick as the breeze had swept...

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I was an army-brat town boy
of ten when we moved to the country.
I recall arriving in a village
called Cold Springs.
My dad bought
a century-old house
with five and a half acres.
But it had no running water,
no bathroom,...

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Fat or skinny
Short or long
There is no way to go wrong
When their put inside your buns
It becomes a lot of fun
They can squirt stuff from inside
They are moist and sometimes dry
Plumping up when they get...

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Her eyes weren’t on her feet,
they were still at her hair,
she claimed a misbeguiling air
as she rolled past in that chair,
as she sailed past in that chair.

Framed by the sharp stillness
then they were suddenly there
plumping...

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