Long Pucks Poems

The Game of Hockey 

By Government decree, lacrosse
Is Canada’s national sport,
But in the hearts and minds of Canadians,
Hockey rules supreme.
Hockey is a winter sport enjoyed by Canadians since 1875,
When the game was first played, on...

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"By definition, a ghost is unable to bonk anybody --
save the believer in ghosts."
-- a Rational exorcist of all no things "supernatural" 
  
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Now, once...

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"Piranhas"



Piranhas
thrashing tales
to the feeding frenzy
de rigueur

someone’s torn
they can smell the blood

pointing fingers in a mirror
writing with burley
on their star studded
glowing wall 

craggy oysters
peppered salty
grey and green 
furry mouthed

blunt, stunted minds
lacking wisdom

scattering envy 
curling vitriol
like iron...

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Wow well that's clever. I mean really really intelligent. Must have done all the research well. And drawn exact plans as to not make any errors. Roaring fires sit down in an ice bucket whilst...

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"The Looped Vision of Futures"



The loop plays non-stop
the needle steps out of time 
into the groove of you and me
all of us played for time we are their revelry

hockey pucks struck by 
the quiet hidden...

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Yet, another year has come and gone
Leaving some still wondering where it all went wrong
Some say to themselves "thank goodness it's over, I'm glad it didn't last"
Left with memories some good and some bad but,...

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The Goat’s Tale... Puck Fair, Killorglin Co. Kerry, where in August
a wild mountain goat is crowned King Puck by a young girl who then becomes Queen of Puck. 

The Goat's Tale

"There's magic in the Coolroe-stream,...

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"Idling"



Cool cold froth
slides across their pages
they whirl their congratulatory comments
like pucks across ice crystal cut sharp and precise 
waiting for return compliments
basting their words with oily accomplishment
slick and to strict recipe
baking like fat turkeys 
with...

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My thoughts today, if “U” were “I”
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From the barn yard to the kitchen table...
How many  hands has passed through...
To get to the kitchen...and into you...
From start to finish...I wonder if anyone counted this...
Or if hands rarely are involved at all...
For...

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Each day’s steps

Each day’s steps stolen and stinks not sinks
Taken to the success
Horrible pucks
Each day’s steps stolen and stinks not sinks

Tomorrow’s steps swallowed
Determining the determination by the demotion
Steps taken today, awaken the abandoned in pain...

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I'm no longer into perfumed winks.
That rip the sails from listing hearts.
Then offers them to the icy deep. 
I'd rather hear sparrow song. 
Then a kings' glittering coo.

There's thunderous truth in how.
Nature tilts her head...

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Pucks and Picks two skinflints
Quietly and disdainfully blacken sequins
With their dour, disastrous ways.

Dorothy, one sequin got away. 
She was the shiny blue one.
She happily quit running after realizing
How slow they were

Pucks and Picks sent the...

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Today I saw a recipe
and thought it looked delish,
Chocolate balls with crackle
tops sat pretty on the dish.

Crispy on the outside,
fudgy in the center,
what delightful morsels
could possibly be better?

Mixing the ingredients,
the dough was stiff to make,
but...

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