Long Poke out Poems

I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her...

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I make no apologies for who I am
EITHER SHOULD YOU
From the tip of this curly dark brown hair
Down to the shoes I wear
As the dragon raps around my arm
For my ancestors 400 plus years of...

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MAN
My eyes are puffed and wrinkled
And I have a triple chin.
My hair, with grey, is sprinkled
And, in parts, has grown quite thin.

My stomach is extending
And where once was a six pack
There’s no use in my...

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There, my eyes fixed on the yellow paving stone.
Amongst a slightly tangled dandelion leaf is a
little purple demon staring back at me.
Just stood casually as the suns rays continue
to bounce vividly off the heated ground.

I...

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The sun barbequed the skin, raising a tenderized pink glow 
to the cheeks of the children in the ramshackle red barn.
The three story hay loft partly empty was bristling with tikes.
Pincushioned with straw, sharp as...

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The sun barbequed the skin, raising a tenderized pink glow 
to the cheeks of the children in the ramshackle red barn.
The three story hay loft partly empty was bristling with tikes.
Pincushioned with straw, sharp as...

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In the vast deserts life struggles
clinging on by their toe nails
short scrubby plants poke out
a hot haven for scorpions

See the marks in the red sand
of where a snake slithered by
side winding its way over
the baking...

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A sunbaked pile of dead sticks in the ground
I’m a divine oversight, it would seem
Hundreds of long spines poke out all around
Yet inside resides a colorful dream

I’m a divine oversight, it would seem
Look past my...

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I was just a little one, in the grass, enjoying the sun, 
when a shadow covered me.
She had appeared suddenly, in one swell hop.
It was a tall warm-feeling shadow. I reached up my hands, 
and...

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The pale face of nature, of flowers and treetops
Has been lost without color, behind frost in the meadow
Under snow on the fence post, and the ice on the willow

So tattered and bobbing, and weary of...

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I’m tilling to forget that night 
of fire and betrayal.
Turning the soil over, over and over,
over days months eons.

Waiting to be fed when belly
aches with hunger and thirst.
Did you have to poke out my eyes?
Make...

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Estonia is a country on the shores of the Baltic Sea
the smallest country in Northern Europe
with a fifth season . . . 
a predictable period after winter and before spring
that takes place every year
when...

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Crocuses are gone, 
Daffodils are still holding on.

Tulips begin their parade,
Grape hyacinth still poke out above leafy blade.

Fall I’ll replant bulbs thinned out by rodents,
It’s my yearly battle with loyal garden opponents.

Pansies shining beneath greenery...

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Sit up straight,

Sit up tall!

Criss Cross Applesauce,

And relax above all.


Put your hands on your knees,

Palms UP please!

Touch your thumb to your pointer,

Like you are squeezing green peas.


Close your eyes,

And repeat after me,

“AAAUUUMMM”

And let your worries...

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Now I don't have a decent job
Or expensive, flashy car
Somedays I don't brush my teeth
Or brush my beehive hair
Get my bra's from bargain bins
My coat's a hand-me-down
I try to act all grown up but
Let's face...

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Ribbon layers of peach,
tangerine, yellow and violet 
colored streamers of varied 
dimensions overlap
While bridging evening sky 
the last of the sun's rays 
ignite different hues overwhelming
ones sense of sight
As its impression is reflected 
off mirrored...

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Planet Earth… 

I live upon a planet of rocks which poke out from the sea, two thirds of my world is under water but the third which isn’t I can see

That’s because I can see...

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I reach for another Kleenex.
The box sits empty on the shelf.
Have I really cried that many tears?
Has my life turned into a sad tale?
Have all the tissues floated down a river of lonely tears?

The time...

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Amidst the tall trees
Beckons a spire
Climbing to the sky
Down below the moors
Ever covered in mist
Fog so thick like blankets
Gravestones poke out
Hauntingly the fog swirls
Images appear them puff
Just like that they are gone
Knaves lurk waiting for...

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The water is rising towards the shore.  
Like a cradle, it rocks me gently,
Easing me with its gentle embrace.
The hug of the sea.

My ears are filled with new sounds,
Listening to the harmonic trebles and
The...

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The sun beats brighter than it did last month,
with mercury up in the low forties,
my time is running out for winter fun,
March is such a bittersweet time to ski.
Brown stains in the snow still left...

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When I met my wife, I thought that I was blessed.
But I changed my mind when I saw her hairy chest.
I didn't see her naked until our wedding night.
When I saw her topless, I nearly...

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A mackerel sky fillets the village
then hides it in a breezeless blear.
Heads poke out of net drapes
sniff and fish behind trawling curtains.
Shopkeepers brace for
wet dog splatter and spray
from slopping boots and salty puddles.
On the sight-seeing...

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A mackerel sky fillets the village
then hides it in a breezeless blear.
Heads poke out of net drapes
sniff and fish behind trawling curtains.
Shopkeepers brace for
wet dog splatter and spray
for slopping boots and salty puddles.
On the sightless...

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Spines poke out of his skin
Like spines on a cactus
He's hard to pet, prickly if you will
He'll love you like no other
Make you purr like a kitten 
Until you beg him to stop
But when all...

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