Long Pointe Poems

It was early nineteen thirty four
The world was set to change
Europe was on fire
It was time to rearrange

Poland was the first stop
The German Army on the move
So we left for America
I hope you did approve

You...

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She wades in until the water reaches her waist,
looks out and continues into the endless sea.
Her imagined long gown floats behind her.

Her little girl shoulder blades 
become hidden beneath the water.
Each time she raises her...

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A spinning world globe just set off the center of its axis pole,
Welcome to the mad-mad Hatter’s topsy-turvy upside down
Wonderland, just another inside out hole where bunnies ware
Waist coats and fancy pocket watches!
Empty tea cups,...

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After a short illness keeping me off Soup, and a 50-year refrain from Prose Poetry, I was inspired by a Thomas Merton talk about Rilke to find the courage for this form again.

Shoe Dreams

Is there...

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GUARDIAN OF HAUTE-SAVOIE

At Pointe Percee, a dragon's lair:

A hotspot where no tourist stamps their passport.
The roar of dragon’s mating, females laying eggs.
Wings of rushing waterfalls, winds of alcoholic breath.
They yearn to take flight, to frighten...

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*** Sketching the Ballerina ***

It is well, quite well after midnight. 
My pup lies fagged on the blanket
    as close to me as possible.
The young ballerina sits slightly slumped
On a bench across...

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After the Occupational Therapist told me I’d never walk again (see my poem “What She Said”); I was in shock, but my being turned to my ballet days to recall when my legs were strong...

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She is nervous say beads of sweat dripping from her brow down to the floor. 
She is scared says the worried expression on her glistening face. 
Although she has a million butterflies swarming in her...

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Somewhat outstandingly
 millennial absurdism
 Is Seen’d slowly 
 Drownin’ towns;

 & townes’ there’ness,
 May’be
 Forever’ly mere’d,
—-

 hungry Frenetic wild dogs roam-
 ING;

 Thirst, unquenchable.

 & 

 Thas’ workingly blue homosexual 
 Humanoid thingies’ living IN,
...

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“Point your feet!  Rotate!  Don’t stick your butts out!  Stay out of your heels.”  I looked up from where I was sitting.    There was no music—only the thump-thud...

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An eerie calm settled o'er Normandy Beach that solemn summer's night.
The debris of battle was strewn 'neath the full moon's silvery light.
The tide cleansed the beach of the blood of men who were in the...

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Once manifested on the 
heel of Adagio in G major,
balancés and assemblés from 
the back hand. Baryshnikov told
me to flatten my stomach, so I 
repressed the urge to
breathe; suffocation is
incandescence by the barre.

Then I looked...

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One day in Trinidad

Was with my brother
Down in San Fernando
See a girl walking up the street
From the store window

And I ask roger
If he knows her
And when we came out side
She was already in a car

Then...

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Green like trees following a river 
	what choice do they have really
green returning to the ocean after a storm
green emotions
	queasiness
		waves of sickness
			jealousy
				grass chewed to puke out poison
	even as night falls
		a darkly ominous forest tinted sky

greenhouses...

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** Degas Dancers **

Painted or drawn, 
Degas arrested time.
Truly
His dancers
— even those standing,
      watching the others —
Are caught in motion,
In poised postures such
That we think we can feel them
Breathing, alerting
Their...

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At Pointe Percee,
a mighty dragon in his mountain lair watches;
as guardian of the kingdom of Haute-Savoi.

His lair is surrounded by forests painted in hues of green,
in the spring, summer and fall;
cattle, sheep and horses graze...

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I turn 
and lift you
Sunlight plays in
your hair

We waltz, 
the room spins
rotates
around us

Chorus 2x:
Come
     once again
Fill this void
     (feel so empty)
Change to changé—
     jump so high
Change to changé—
     jump so high

Ply, 
I fold myself
desperate
at...

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Ode To A Dead Pilot
   
 
  The time to sioux for peace is before the first shot is fired.
Weapons of destruction aer better turned around.
Point them at the darkness and then...

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He walked up from the lake
Throwing open the door of the glorious day
Like a smiling OB-GYN snapping off his gloves
With a toolbox in hand
Delivered to my dad the good news.

“I’m certain this new ignition will...

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When it comes to a shape bizarre,
moose proudly hold their own 
along with the camel, kangaroo, and platypus.

I’ve never seen one in the wild, 
only in glossy magazines or nature 
documentaries. And it’s just as...

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I've heard a dragon's tale since I was a wee boy
of a gentle creature who lived near a great sea.
Tis said it guards the sleepy town of Haute-Savoie
from its lair beneath the mountain, Pointe Percee.

Deep...

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Not a  secret   to   unravel   but  a  feeling   to   experience;
"Pointe D'amour", I  stand   alone   here, a mesmerised...

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The last living light
Twinkles in his dead eyes
Alive a moment ago but now gone
Someone should shut them
A stare so lonely
Into a place that only he knew
He’s lying there on the floor 
Bleeding hard from the...

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I am from bobby pins and countless bottles of Aqua Net hairspray.
From yellow blankets and pink satin, Russian Pointe shoes. 

I am from the yellow house with the brick red roof on the corner of...

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If the truth be told
do Fibonacci patterns puzzle
  like the sunflower seeds stumble
   or tiny fronds of ferns spiral
     into the golden ratio of the galaxy

  ...

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