Long Pocks Poems

SNIPER

A yell “ man down;” then zing, pock, pock,
pock, pock against the sandbag revetment.

Down on the plain is a man in a spider hole,
he is well hidden and armed well enough,
smokeless powder provides no clues.

Binoculars...

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the good

The doors to my mind and heart
circle as revolving doors.
A peek inside and you see
happy memories and joyous events,
the loves, and lifelong friendships

A cul-de-sac, though a dead end,
has a circular finish, a merry-go-round
that accumulates...

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Oh, the morning's Godly devotions
Amid ungodly emotions
Walking the earth, dampness soothing the sole
Bound to it with affinity and closeness
Yet heaven bound, tearing away from this concrete shoe
The coffin-drumming clods of clay
Covered with verge and fields...

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~On Pike’s Peak in moonlight as fog lifted, 
the maiden of gloom appeared on her broom, 
this witch I saw her as her dress drifted, 
with multi colored socks and face filled pocks. 

~The maiden...

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Planes fly higher and higher
I see them sometimes
Looking threw my third eye
I wave but the people are to too high.

If they could see me I’ll tell you what they’d find
A man with his hand out...

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The python comes with cameras
Offers to take photos of lion’s family cabs
He admits and congratulates the python
Then when he opens his eyes to see things
He sees whole family in the python stomach
The foolish lion keeps...

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Once upon a Pike’s Peak dreary,
This witch said her name was Carrie,
Fog so thick couldn’t see nary,
Though her screech was a bit scary!

Suddenly the thick fog lifted,
What I saw was nary gifted,
She stared as on...

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I am in a paradox with visions of backwards clocks
knee high socks people popped with chicken pocks
the purple elephant has entered the room full of doom
who knew we had no clue what to do its...

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This boy must be in season,

this blaze-headed feather jack 

hammering shack up condos

into swooned oaks, sautéing up fire

ants for a seductive nibble in the pulp.

You can hear him all over the island

a mating pummel; his...

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Stop

Sadness is when you think you’re alright and then full stop
Like a disease that doctors shrug their shoulders and nurses mock
Like a stigma with which if you sit with it you’ll catch it like the...

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Raspberry Hives
 

The ancient man with raspberry hives
on his cheeks since childhood
will live alone no longer.
He will marry, he says,
the first woman who’ll have him.
Till now he has wanted to die
as he’s lived, alone in...

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Blemish and blunder.
Upon my face they thunder!

Speckled paint splattered down and around my nose,
where else might I find these spots, no one knows.

These spots, these useless spots, 
are they God's gift, or a curse that...

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