Long Polishes Poems

"You in the military?"

I was confused at first and didn't know why the man would ask me such a question. But then I remembered my recent haircut.

"No... is it because I shaved my head, that...

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 La Fête foraine de Scarborough (La Version complète)
 
      For the medieval English poet and Simon and Garfunkel 
-	In admiration -

Allez-vous à Scarborough fête foraine ?
(Sur la côte d'une...

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The stage is set
The audience fixed their eyes
fitted to the scene, to feed

Sun lit the early morning clouds
And It disappeared, gold appears
Spraying warmth fragrance
On dews of still sleeping leaves
To paint them dry awakening the greens
Yet...

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He always dreams big on just about everything
He has been doing this since he was a child
And sometimes his imagination runs wild.

He likes to pull things apart and appear in the dark
and when you miss...

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How glorious is Love ?
How magnificent it's depth ? 
How bright are it's visions ?
How true are it's directions ?
What can compare to it's shear delight ?
Where walking in it's sight
gives clarity to every living...

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She is shadowed by fuzzy cobwebs of a morning without coffee,
while dust motes mingle with the mold of time.
Gazing out to the yard, through dingy glass, and fog, 
into a dismal January, she hopes to...

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She left me enlightened
With her “Heart’s Imagination”
Taught me about love
In the ink of “Melting Point”

She gave me a whisper of insight
Within the breath of “O April”
And sang to my soul and spirit
On the wings of...

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Mrs. Holloway polishes her poetry dimly,
Regaling herself with the accoutrements of
Selected poetry, cluttered and less jinxed
By way of satanic slamming by famished,
Idle critics who read The New York Times
Just once in a sugared year.
She chooses...

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terrible two
is a ninja turtle
she spins her 
little play broom 
like a fighting stick 
and charges 

grandpa shark
faints and dodges
she reels back
gives him a whack
and he cries like a villain
terrible two
triumphantly giggles

terrible two
won't eat anything
he...

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My jeans I’d wear, twirling in the air
the cousins, loved those kids; I’d
see them hardly ever, flying, laughing,
rising. Mother couldn’t understand
the wriggling out of the purple dress;
nails were temporarily permanent,
bought in Poughkeepsie, when it
was safe...

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“come fluttering words, come drifting words to me…”

               A Rambling Poet


A mere housemaid awakens before morning light.
Eyes wide, she bolts upright...

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Love unveils us from borrowed faces,
It tears them away, fear and longing, from the depths of our defeated chests.
I call it here "love," not just an anchor between shores of intertwined pulses,
But as a being...

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Beauty, a siren song upon the breeze, 
Whispers to hearts where kindred spirits sigh. 
Souls, crowned with thorns, yet yearning to appease 
The world's harsh symphony, with each fractured cry. 
A broken bloom, though marred...

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First name
unique, generous, wondrous, enigmatic, hopeful 
Sister of Madonna, Gail, Chris, Diane and Heather
Lover of life, puzzles, people's laughter and language
Who feels loves intensity with hope
Who fears the dark, enclosed spaces, yet feels fearless in...

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I should really sleep but the moon just 
gives me a boost it's a weird 
sensation 
You 
Can just feel it tingling ..

Its creeping up on me and silently 
engages me within its beam 
It...

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  haiku

crow polishes beak shine
morning dew fresh washes window ~
gorgonzola sky

_________
hiku 

wwww
              oooooo
        ...

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Why don’t you rage Siddhartha.
Rage.  Ah.  I suffer.
Jesus of Galilee, why don’t you fight back.
I. trust
Prince of the sands, prophets of the Sun
Peace is offered to this gem
Flowers are sprung, but who notices

So…
why...

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His fingers—spindly, delicate as a spider’s legs—
dart among the gears,
tools clink in whispers, sharp and sure.
He bends close, breath fogging the polished brass,
eyes fixed on the vortex of wheels,
lost in an intimate dance with time...

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Inside familiar folds of my hanging apron
I encounter a blinkless miniature figurine
Glossy, posable, plastic as a Lego creation
Loyal component of kitchen enforces routine 

Breakfast allures with buttery muffins toasted
Lunch- a- lot predicts sandwich towers teetering
Dinner...

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Children's lives don't matter (Death of the American dream)

He polishes his weapon...
an AR15
This time it's not a joystick in his hands

His face is unflinching...
full of contempt
his black heart belies any feeling

Bridge 1
In dead of night...he...

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Their spears did not get heavy,
flower blooms did not sprout from barrels.
Some chew on ancient bullets, many captured themselves.
In dark allies a switchblade blindness entered their hearts.
Everything is a memory.
The living kill awkwardly, randomly with...

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Cinderella Pain

Born for fame, to be a princess
Her gown hangs in the closet
A fine tiara and glamour shoes
Ready to see the glories of a grand ball
She knows that there is more than
these four walls, and...

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What is a man without the woman he loves,
searching for his lady like lonesome doves.
As his heart connects with the one he adores,
his soul will yearn to meet upon any shores.

When he comforts her mind...

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Fascination rodeoed on Jacob's face
When Grandad related battle tales
from his years fighting Vietnam War
Distant fathoming is fantasy implored
Rough ideas imagine a glorious place

With regal intention, Grandad faithfully gifted
his jungle enduring life saving switch knife
Italian stiletto,...

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So a man walks into a bar -
and I swear this is true -
and he says to the barman,
he says: “Jack Daniels, rocks, large.”

Then quickly he says, changing his mind: 
“Forget the rocks.”
He downs it...

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