Long Porches Poems

Back in the height
of our pre-millennial military-industrial
post-revolutionary days
of competing excess...

No, love,
Stick with
Once upon our Sacred Times...

Once upon a time
here in the US of Northern Americas
we used a Reservation Model
to dispose of hopelessly disabled aboriginals,
too RightBrain...

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I never cared to do the dangerous things, and liked to play it safe,
But the strict bonds of ordinariness, can oftentimes start to chafe.

I always preferred to cover my bets, for I hated the idea...

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Sunflower Meadows was a place of mystical beauty, green and abloom.
That's where seven-year-old Ava lived, like laughter and spicy perfume.

Ava lived with her parents and three siblings, like stars dance together;
And she loved golden, nursery...

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I was a fashionable interior decorator, beautifying comfortable, loved homes;
And selecting wall paints, fabrics and furniture, like the sparkle of gemstones.

I worked closely with eager owners, for their wildest, dream homes to occur,
Like clusters of...

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Nowhere now, Geinere
awaited her day of 
unrightly judgment,
her only hopes of 
victory brought thoughts
of remorse and 
further difficulties
for herself and her dying
love.  No embrace
could be made.
Her silence would 
remain, for accusations
of such made, was...

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I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.

I worked daily at this irresistible passion, which made long, golden hours...

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[Verse 1]
He rolled down Main where the trees used to line
Stopped by the diner, but they changed the sign
Faces in windows, but no one looks twice
Just another stranger passing by

He once knew this place like...

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I was an unfathomable mystery writer, producing novels for ardent readers,
Much like a mystery of vanishing pearly moon, as sun comes up to greet her.

My days were spent devising fresh plots, like edgy seas, seeking...

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They do not move a muscle                           
Nor give...

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At one time my neighborhood was new mass-produced little boxes made of ticky-tacky – all looking just the same*
Beautiful affordable, true suburban models, in mid-twentieth century they were truly quite the rage. 
But now the...

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The bonewind speaks remiss of bone
Always pulling up and headed towards the foam
When the mermaid skins were like scales in signature 
Falling off aenome or when the sea was our home

A man is awkward in...

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Reflections

Looking up above, at the blue sky, at the white doves, as the rain is coming from a distant cloud, at the mountains staring back so calmly displayed, like a post card, in my back...

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I was an experienced family therapist, helping families maintain functionality,
As wandering, starlit seasons maintain all nature, being rooted in practicality.

I loved preserving healthy relationships, that foundation of healthy societies;
And kept up a fruitful dialogue between...

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[Verse 1]
They built their fences high and wide,
White porches where their secrets hide.
Laughed in rooms where he’d never belong,
Called him Beast when he walked too strong.

No shoes, no name, just dirt and fire,
Scars from hands...

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behavior becomes boredom or bait or bestial badges. behavior becomes passion, penalty, or pleasure. like masked owls some are turning temperatures made tragic. like dying by breath or knit to knots memories become mirrors. by...

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Sitting uncomfortably on my kitchen chair, waiting for the doorbell to ring,
I think back to past Halloweens, underlying feelings - this uneasiness thing.
Do these feelings stem from my childhood or knowledge of All Hallows’ eve,
Or...

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Halloween: Safety First Then Fun!!! 
     By the Poets Listed After the Poem 

Happy day getting candy treats while dressed like spooks and goblins. 
Angels, genies, princesses, too, put “loot” in...

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My world burns,
Its cities, towns and villages,
Plains, valleys and hills,
And the tops of mountains,
Smoke and smoulder.


No one knows whether he will return safe,
When he leaves his abode.
The mosques, the temples and the churches:
The sacred places...

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People, people, people, let’s talk about a “Block Party.”
Alright, first of all, I’m old school. Our block parties back in the day in the projects in New Orleans consisted of people in the project coming...

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What's the problem with homelessness,
other than the violence from which it comes
and toward which it further travels?

Why not ignore 
and grow tolerance
for the inevitability of caravans
of sojourners
on pilgrimage
toward mirages
of Uniting Promised Lands?

I have more immediately...

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I love to spend my October afternoons walking ankle-deep in dried, curled leaves.
They cover the back country roads, the forest floor, and my own front yard.
But, I cannot bear to rake them away, or burn...

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      I was dressed as a witch for Halloween that year long ago,
And with my friends we were going from house to house;
       ...

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I set comfortably on my front porch on my antique wooden swing that has held
so many traveling souls throughout the years.
I ponder the lives that the swing has held in the palm of its hand.
I...

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I walked alone
Down a street of shattered dreams
Paved with shards of rainbow colored glass
So many broken people I sadly pass

Betty and Bob up ahead
Looking lonely and partially dead
How did they ever end up here
From Betty's...

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He said
my people come from a place
where the dung beetle reigns
I heard those profane utterances
and remained composed,
though he word assassinated my ethnic character
Once upon an ancient time ago,
my people dwelled in the land of Ham,
(it’s...

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