Long Pouches Poems

“The Splice of Life”



When colour 
was to be 
washed out
of the world 

the evil ones 
didn’t care

the Actor led 
with his 
Dementors 
either side of him

Laundry, 

they resolved 
to be the best 
pristine method 
for...

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Sire she's been sighted
two miles south of Sinai,
our sentinels say she has brought a river,
her baggage train stretches into the ancient sands,
the envoys of her retinue spoke of marvelous gifts,
beasts and creatures of the Orient
gems...

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Hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
He had an oh, no-no lettuce nose — 
a hyper-keen sense   when to leave
Roger was rabbit good
at knowing when
to skip out    on his responsibilities ...

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hereunder is served some poetry pouches full of love, 
dear reader, stir them as you like, 
if you wish you may crack them to pour into mouth, 
you may smear them on your body 
or...

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She rose from the table moving slowly to the sink. This was not her favorite time, too much time to think.  Her body moved from memory now, the right bit of dish detergent, she...

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~ (~) The-Sun-rising-growing-high-evolving-in the tender emotion of-the-day, fresh-honey-
dew-growing-wild-shimmering-there-lying on the new blue-morning grasses reminds-me, as-
I-reminisce - cookies fall with Him always landing where they will and so time will forever tell 
the story... like the...

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The shattering monsoon is over					
The showers have broken up					
The downpour was greater in valleys					
Country side , court yard and markets					
					
The sunny days had gone on vacation					
Leaving clouds and gloom					
And a faint sun					
					
With a terrible beauty					
Marching...

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it was cold, yet hot,
a fever.
i am surprised,
as though I didn't fill myself with poison
just the night before.
my arm is taped down,
attached to an iv,
four pouches of medication seep into my veins
it burns, 
yet any...

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THE   DESTINY.


This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and...

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This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we...

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This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we...

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I am a slender looking sea bird having forked tails,
long hooked bills and a white under belly. 
My genus is marked by sexual dimorphism.
My mate tries to do so many wonderful things so that 
I...

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I recline with my cherry tree musings…

a fountain of blossoms 
cherub cheek complected 
rise and curve from the ground 
up into a heaven and cloud scene  
to spread in splendor a festoon of blooms...

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I’m on my way into the grocery store
when I see him huddled near the shop doorway
In his outstretched hand
an empty coffee cup
I throw in a coin or two 
smile, and ask his name
I’m Jack ma’am’...

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Prologue
 
Abandoned and in disrepair the mansion 
Is dark now; a story behind every stanchion.
An unwitting monument to a way of life,
Since foreclosed through bloody civil strife.

Antebellum

The hush of summer evenings cued the trilling
(Fiddled on...

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There was Turkey and sausage meat, gammon ham too,
Four pigs in blankets for me, you and you
I did Yorkshire puddings and parsnips well glazed
Sprouts, roast potatoes: I’m thus far unfazed…

But then there was broccoli, cauli...

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Part 2

He ambles over and asks if he could share a table with her,
Scantily dressed in a low cut cheap floral dress revealing gun pouches,
Smiling with a fag hanging from the side of her face...

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Extra weight no longer a problem for shallow water, 
We bulked up for the next leg of our journey, 
Water containers, even some canned goods
An acceptable luxury in our seventeen foot canoe, 
A canvas topping...

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I.

In Oropos, a lone warrior rode
   On horseback in search of a place to rest.
   He had been on a long and weary quest,
   So, he pulled on the...

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Dear world do not mourn me 
I’m under the earth and still this world will turn me
So dear world don’t mourn me
I put my soul in a rhyme
Accepting the fact 
That I’ll never grow old...

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As peepholes windows rattled on over pot holes,
 In the inner sanctum, dim-light show darkly,
 As prolific pickpockets glimpsed full fat purses;
 With stealthy filty paws to fiddle and fondle inside hot
 pies
 Where hustling...

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It happens over there,
a suburb, a state or half a world 
or more away from where I live 
in a quiet street with roses and hedges 
hanging over front fences 
with newly planted trees spaced
along...

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i watch the sunrise
unbuttoning the stuffed pouches
of thunderclouds

soaking
imagination
with dry-drunk dewdrops
becoming bubbles
blown through
ringbarked
jewelry

worn 
by the roots 
of rhinestone rapids
growing in
spider
webs

trying to catch
a flying_fox

there has always 
been a silent 
soft echoed
beauty

dancing on the tides
from down
under

perfect pirouettes
showing ligneous...

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A moral question, 
How do you know hunger? 

Some people don't know  about 
these terrible  words in their lives: 
A) Hunger,
B) Sorrow,
C) Problems,
D) Tears,
E)  Pain,

If you meet with a  person who 
Did not experience one...

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I found
an old harp
wood and reeds and silver clean
[ an harmonica ]
it was a Gem
in an old
Salvation Army
store
they did not know
the value and so 
with me it rode


Oh how it plays
I have carried
and played it
Oh...

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