Long Pullover Poems

Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot)
by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS
(For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and disarming airs has been...

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Impeachment is neither a peach, a pullover nor is it a purple plum. And a sanctimonious swan is neither a swamp spinning yarn nor a spotty sporty spade. Ok then. Paste and post but not...

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Baptized in the Jordan



The preacher announced on the bus:
"We are heading to the Jordan river,
those wishing to be baptized
will get their chance."

Thoughts of being dunked
in the same water
as the real Jesus.
That appealed to me.

Visions of...

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Destination,
         Tampa
                a college party
       ...

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ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL AND THE TRAMP

Thousands, perhaps millions of wily, desperate tramps have always been,
But this one far away across the seas was an unusual scene,
Lying on a slab of stone,
He had no existing home,
Thin,...

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BANG
BANG
BANG
A repeated rapping on my door..
Weary eyed and drowsy,
I lost my balance and met the floor.
BOOM
BOOM 
BOOM
"Open up you lazy bum, open your door!!" 
I gather myself after the fall, 
stumbling into the wall.
It took...

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A large pile of elephant excrement is neither resembling a tortoiseshell coat or a brown handbag but playing dodge ball on a busy motorway could be considered to be akin to a wonky attic vibrating...

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Sheltered in hot woolen jogging pants,
leather boots and a high-collar pullover,
daringly I dive into more poetry
and everything warms me on this Winter night:
the clothes heating my body, the poems, my soul.
The dripping of the badly...

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In many times in my life I always looked for exits.
Could only get so far and I get pulled over in the intersections.
I called them the Hate PD.
Some of them I use to call my...

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It takes two to tango, 
as they say. 
It also takes two 
to road rage. 
It sure is fun watching 
two insane, 
out-of-control knuckleheads 
zigzag aggressively 
on the highway
with their driver windows down;
honking their car...

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     Drooling along,
     Every day.
     No matter,
     What people say!
     My mother says," Shut your...

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CHEERS!
      
        Jolly jubilant Jack Frost jogs on snow
        Wonder of winter shows snow in white...

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And even how small the Problems are.
When you know you can't Tell your parents, because they will think you see everything bizarre, it makes them larger.
Bigger.
There is no place anymore in your soul.
So you need...

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Every mother is a woman,
But not every woman is a mother.
Womanhood is by virtue of the sculptor's mould,
But Motherhood is a sweet-bitter Journey for special trekkers.
So I knew a man who was a mother,
And a...

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These past few months have brought change
during the covid-19 outbreak all over
some of these changes been good others bad
personally, it's been like a new pullover

Like any new garment, it smells so fresh
so this lockdown situation...

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The road ahead is almost yellow
Somewhere bright somewhere faded
Waiting for its soon-to-come fellow
In the air crispy murmurs

Alder and Birch look cravingly
Squirrels running at their feet
Gathering seeds and nuts so wisely
Stashing better than our closet


Maples flare...

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A collector of tin boxes in all shape and disarray.
the older the better but the new welcome too.

It started with a house full of buttons that i will play
look here that one gone escaped the...

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Tough love is not putting you down. 
You need to pullover and think,
Change your path.  
When you come to the Fork in the Road
And you do not pick it up---Then…
You trip…and fall…and wonder…
How did...

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I like the way you call me
I love the way; you care me
Every time you need something
You trick me up falling.

Please stay with me, don't leave me alone
Pullover my eye, please don't hide
Everything I need...

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I tried to pay attention to the teacher.
I saw him looking if I see, 
why do I still know when he tries to hide someting?
Or doing something, that could leave me unsure?
From the side of...

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you hit me.
younger me:,, Do it!"
One Hit, on my head, didn't hurt much.
Another on my back, my pullover protected.
I Held my hand over my face.
Bad choice.
The metal cut my hand like knife.
It still hurts, while...

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