Long Pressure cooker(a) Poems

The greatest performance of my life.  
Howard’s proud piece de resistance award  on Poetry Nook for my magnum opus “Rush Amid The Rapids” in their daily member section.
After endless hours of toil, tribulation,...

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An unexceptional turning point in our marriage...

unexpectedly came about,
when possible prospect
of the wife going
to Puerto Rico by herself
(for a fêted celebration
of our eldest daughter
and her significant other,
which occurred years ago
courtesy justice of the peace)
attended by...

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I am a tempest of words, aching to burst forth.
(Years of structured lessons simmer beneath my skin.)

The most important thing is that I'm drowning in metaphors. 
Being a poet shapes reality, and twists what you...

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Norwegian bachelor farmer days I never lived

Woebegone and egg foo young on you
meaning me of course
sidestepping a crucial positive
electric kool aid battery acid test
prior to pledging troth,
and tying Gordian knot
to strangulation point,
never fending for myself,
nor...

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dust had gathered on her many memories in outlines and heaps

had sheltered her from full on attacks of pain and self lacerations

the broom with razors attached right next to the end of the stick


inside lay...

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Yours truly shirked fidelity regarding faithful vows
bequeathed courtesy angel of mercy,
who pledged her troth
July twenty fifth nineteen ninety six
five months (not quite to the day) before

"star student" birthed
on December twenty second,
(now gainfully employed
at Certified B-Corporation
San Francisco,...

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I can understand Cowgirls
And some are real cows
But 'Cowboys'?
Shouldn't they be Bullboys?
Why did they call the chimp
On Tarzan 'Cheater'?
I wouldn't play cards
Did Williams Tell spill the beans?
If rabbits have holes? 
Can they be filled again?
So...

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As if a child should understand an  adult’s muddle,
putrid oil slick puddle,
the dreadful pain we foist on wide-eyed offspring.
Robotic elders crush with rigid slabs of Portland censure,
 whatever spark remains in tiny rosebud coloured...

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(prior to tha ode dee us political stink sans hillary rodham clinton, i scrawled out this poem. her likelihood to grasp to political mantle than considerably greater than  fourteen months when another official will...

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A woman of thousand hands,
Never I could imagine,
When I was just Ten,
My Mother said she has,
At twenty five, after my marriage,
I really found those thousand hands,
Attached very close to my arms,
And I am still pleading...

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the noose around my neck only a little colorful scarf on my last day as a slave

to the chefs always screaming their short comings as it's never the fault of the pressure cooker of the...

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Have you ever seen a seesaw?  
Do you like to ride it high?
Can you bounce and push so quickly 
that you almost start to fly?

I would like to tell a story 
all about ...

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Puddin  Day
Christmas Begins

they come on a Saturday 
in November, the Puddin People,
brothers, sisters, nieces arrive.
family with their arms full of parcels 
sacks bulging with ingredients
and of course the maestro to orchestrate.

bags of raisins: sultana,...

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Wandering the roads.  It has me under a spell even at this juncture in my life.
Even when spiked brambles
 scrape my eyelids or those tender foot soles are  being  twisted by tooth-like...

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I knew it was you all along, trying to compose a different song, I knew you were standing in the line when the bullets explode into the sky 

Everyone had to run for cover and...

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Faraway Footsteps

How present
This past
Called memory

Hollow sole dragging
Hobnail boots
Caked with crud
Mud
And oil
Atop the landing
"Drop them greasy clothes"
Came the sometimes loving voice
The sometimes malevolent voice
But always his wife's warning
My mother's caring way

So many years past
When linoleum's impoverished...

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Living with depression can mean peace is hard to find. It’s like a pressure cooker; building tension over time.
The stress and sadness rises, but has nowhere it can go, so you start to feel like...

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THE CLEAR NOTION OF WHAT WE BELIEVE WHAT IS REAL WHAT IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU WHAT BECKONS YOUR THOUGHT YOUR ABILITY TO COME PANIC ATTACKS AND FEAR TO BE BOTTLED UP IN A...

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Note to the many enemies of democracy:
No need to force upon us uranium enemas 
just billow a tiny bug into the neon lungs
of our bumbling- deeply divided cities..
Sit back and have a few Molotov cocktail...

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Everything my mother or grandmother cooked
was good for your soul
from the rich beef ribs 
braised in a new red wine
to the lamb or pork
nurtured tenderly with fresh herbs
or even the high fat meat loaf
never served...

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I am trying to sleep here; can someone let the world know?

Somewhere the pressure cooker whistles, 
Rises in the night air, the smell of pulao rice.

The peddler selling eggs on his final tour,
The ringing of...

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He Choose to Grow Weak

Could you help me understand the complexities of our actions? When joy fills our hearts, we radiate positivity, but when sadness washes over us, it feels like an ache that permeates...

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Germ-free Mason jars, hot from the pot of boiling water, gurgling on the cast iron wood stove, stood ready to receive the fruits and vegetables, fresh from the fields and orchards. Lids and sealing rings...

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The suburban pressure cooker expelled its multiethnic horde north. Laden with implements of leisure, bicycles, kayaks, canoes and camping gear; world weary travelers of urban and suburban bent surged north ever, north. Bucking, they wrenched...

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Au uh de vino
one bottle of white wine
1/2 cup of chopped tarragon
7 cracked garlic cloves
1/2 cup of green onions
2 tablespoons of gingerroot minced
1 red hot chili (smashed)
5 Tablespoons of fish stock


in a gallon container add...

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