Long Preservers Poems

In one sense,
the Cafe CoOp
started as my therapeutic retirement dream.

But,
in quite another
the CoOp goes back to when I was eight,
and I thought,
assumed really,
everyone indulged in Thought Experiments
about what would my optimal Eden Paradise.
restoring peace and...

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The People's Coop
is a warm inviting place,
for some
a reading and meditation
and arts practice and performance space,
for others
a place to ride sleek bicycles
with self-and-other improvement book racks
while peddling energy into the cooperative Grid,
sheltered by solar panel...

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Today,
there are no rubber ducks
or mother's marigold skirts
to hide behind
as we once did.

In their place,
lurking dark and hoary,
a bathtub mist
updrafts thick with loose spores,
and mildew veins
sprawling
behind caulked-over creases.

The day,
shrinking away heavy with time,
as a body
sagging
into
water.

Even...

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A few nights ago, a young man dined at my table who has already served our country for several years in the US Army.  He is presently considering re-enlisting, feeling that is where he...

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Our hearts are like the ocean..
With depths some just can't reach.
They gaze upon the surface..
And stand upon its beach.

They take in the horizon..
Where the water meets the air..
And ponder on its vastness..
As the wind blows...

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MOAN VOYAGE

I see a great deal of people who are blessed to smile
And say things such as “I’m going on vacation for awhile”
Hell, I find these people vile

Now why would I use such a nasty...

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Green and blue 
Crashing cool 
Puffy sight 
Ending trip bubbling babbling white 
Honest nature doing right 
Churns the water 
Rewinding its bodies recorder 
Only to splash forward 
Grabbing the beach 
Entry point successfully reached 
Retreating...

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MOAN VOYAGE

I see a great deal of people who smile
And say things such as “I’m going away for awhile”
Hell, I find these people vile

Now why would I use such a nasty word such as vile?
Perhaps...

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“The place of cure of the soul.”

Millions, clasped beyond Minerva's hall,
While inquisitive and confident hard.
Headed down towards different thoughts;
To giant collections, questions, borders strange.

There stood content's house of three.
In front, moved in cylindrical copyrights,
In round...

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Now, rarer than a virgin
By a very wide margin
And being forced to take Eagle’s flights
From polling stations of Ugly fights.

In many countries
Being hanged on their tallest trees
And given a cause to grip ‘The Rescuing Near’
All...

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Love is a river
Filled with the water
Of sorrowful tears
Of the two banks
Like the separated lovers
The flow of water 
Is the bulk of
Feelings of love
Which the lovers
Like the sincere preservers
Hold whole heartedly
The waves in it
Are the...

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Driving through this neighborhood 
Of boarded houses, nothing good 
A scary feeling wraps me tight 
I shouldn't be here late at night 
My brother called, I had to go 
Beyond my help, 'I know, I...

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Overcome by fears
Drowning in a sea of turbulent tears
Throwing out a lifeline there you are
Navigating through the storm my brightly shining star

My lighthouse, my safe haven, my beach
My island paradise where steady solid ground's within...

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Sweet are soft shadows, preservers of life...
Removed at midday, summer's sun blazes down
  ~ Bakes the hard ground
    ~ Bludgeons tender sprouts
      ~ Burns our bare...

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