Long Puddled Poems

[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 4 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’]
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A water cannon screeched around the corner on two wheels
Four and twenty Terror Bugs were nipping at its heels
Their acid blistered paint work but it...

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My roommates Leong, Sophie, (Charles) and I were coming from a Yale sporting event. The sky looked like a dirty Swiffer-mop and the wind seemed to be ignoring the posted 20mph speed limit. It was...

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Where can I trace this finite feeling,
So that you may see it in its true form?
Upon your heart I would wish it would land,
Yet could my silly hands possibly reach there?
Such an affecting grasp it...

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“I like it; go get it and stand it right there.”
The ‘It’ was a concrete bird bath
It was heavy as hell; about all I could bear
I struggled… my wife had a laugh

She’d seen it online;...

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There was something spectacular
about a winter, long and hard,
on the Miles River.
Some days will never be the same.

Greying skies, heavy hung
with crystal burdens
of the wind, and air. Twenty above,
after sunset, zero.

And the snow was the...

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As the sky weeps 
in periwinkle petals of 
multicolored roses,
rinsed in lemons, and lavender,
the poet within me 
releases a bougainvillea 
bouquet of unfiltered gratitude, 
swaying to the celestial duet
orchestrated by 
the angel of raindrops,
adorned in...

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I will never forget the man I fell in love with, 
a man who once felt whole, who now bellows 
through broken nights of blood-stained desert, 
who sees ashen faces frozen in sand squalls ...

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The Choctaw
never taught me what the
Choctaw would’ve taught me.

The Australopithecine never taught me what
the Australopithecine would’ve taught me of.

The Memories, these Memories,
our Memories are fading songs in
an echoeless cave.
The listeners have tired,
moved on.
The choir sang,...

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Solo, like a butterfly, emerging out of its chrysallis  for the very first time
She tip-toed slowly , silently , then ran far far away.
Far from a combination of vomit and slurring speech ,
 from...

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To be honest, I’m not a natural wine drinker.
But for the past while, I’ve been sipping some of hers.
To make her laugh.
I noisily slurp, smacking my lips just for the sheer theatre of it.

She likes...

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Darkest night and longest hours:
Hours to labor and
Hours to trip in the primitive ooze of repetition
Hours to catch up or trade for spare minutes,
Hours with eyes only half aware
Of life and its warnings,
Lifeless and blissless...

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I sit still as a drop on a calm lotus leaf,
whispers of breeze grant me relief from inner grief;
Crystal-like, mercury-like, puddled, yet, cuddled,
Touching still not-touching; I stay never muddled!

Like a peacock, I took pride in...

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Friends tell each other how they feel 
with relative ease and frequency,

Siblings wait for a more convenient time,
—like their deathbeds.
Anonymous 

After the storm raged,
There was nothing left to salvage.
The once sturdy oak tree had fallen,
Its...

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I truly can't believe what I am really seeing.
In the shadow darkness is there a shadowed being.
Open my eyes as wide as can be, to illuminate the night. 
Questioning my wavered sanity, which brings up...

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A low fog lingers on the ground 
On cobbled streets where coaches sound,
Candles dance inside the glass
Of lanterns as the moment's pass.

Terraced houses reach the sky
Chimneys smoke and Zeppelins fly,
Merchant's barter trade and speak
Tophats flood...

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There’s the tightrope for you to walk, wire walker —

defying the gravity of reality and the reality of gravity
you know damn well he won't catch you when you fall
as your sticky grip on the star’s...

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Let Us Go To The Haunted 
Hollow

His feet slide across the leaves
Rustle. His eyes are teary
They glint white under the 
night sun
His body is tired, mind weary
As he trudges. Left foot right 
foot
Down an honour...

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It is wise to direct your anger towards problems - not people; to focus your energies on answers - not excuses.

(William Arthur Ward)


If kept bottled up, a poison taken like vitamins,
this elixir will eat you...

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i stood there.
i stood there looking into his eyes,
his eyes.
his eyes were warm,
warmth which i cannot explain in this century.
warmth.
oranges, yellows, pinks,
warmth which hugs your tired feet,
warmth you imagine when you are alone and lonely,
warmth.

his...

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   time …

drips as color, inked and puddled
minutes like sable bristles, bound
laying down the hours as fading bands of value
what are the shades of a life - of a person?
how do aim and...

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We puddled together in the pit,
           sweat wetting the earth.
Hand in hand we kneaded bricks,
        puffing in the...

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I sometimes feel a unique vibration within
my own ears. My baby’s crying, calling from beneath his quilted,
baby-blues. His sobs rustle the warm sheath of home. 
Before my mind reacts, my body is up, hastily tip-toeing
into...

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I'm a fruit of the tree of life
with knowledge of
the unknown
What I'm known to leave floats 
above trees with grown broken 
branches
I've grown to see that not
all soil is fertile as many
seeds are left
to languish...

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I was never afraid to 
Tell the story of the panic doors.
It once began while I shimmied my
Way up a lattice and
Into the guest room.
I felt like a child on the
Verge of an egocentric breakdown.
Full...

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Rain gently falls from clouds above
Upon a couple new in love
Who under red umbrella hide
To walk the puddled path outside. 

     Now ponder all the varied bends
    ...

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