Long Puttering Poems

Cooped within ancient bodies, this inhabitant 
dwells amongst an elder net 
of crabby, crotchety, curmudgeonly claque 
of old folks, only a portion of population I met
which achey, flaky, kooky motley crue 
disgruntlement fed as peevish...

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I miss the nuances of daily life
while weeks are frozen in this quarantine.
I miss the lost normalcy of my days
in all aspects, obvious and unseen.
I miss turning my head to read the spines
of the novels...

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Feeling very trapped 
Dungeon canary getting ready to be zapped 
Proceed down a level 
Only giving a quotable shovel 
Building a winning case 
In a better place 
Riding in a vehicle to transfer 
Something in...

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"FAKE" assertions unstoppably
bandied with beef,
(sans doughty deeds done dirt cheap)
courtesy of commander in chief
trumpeted as a way to backout,

embarrassment analogous to the thief
of Baghdad, when culpable faux pas
woe philly pops thought balloon of mine
reckons with...

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Impossible mission to pinpoint present
such fleeting moment instantaneously spent
according to yours truly i.e. this gent
mind boggled, intrigued, stymied...
courtesy unseen minute
(mine hoot, minoot, my newt...) agent

provocateur stealing every precious second,
whether or not satisfactorily spent
time thief absconds...

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Dad was puttering around today
Playing with me
God we haven’t played in years
	You know, Dad’s eighty now 
	I remember how he looked in photos at twenty
I remember the twinkle in his eyes
at my sons two year...

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Bring all of humanity to it's knees 
begging on your whim, your mercy;
Then judge it.
Your cold, quivering, cracking lips
quipping tips to the 
wicked; to the rich.
Whilst knock-kneed choking
broken backed masses 
lay on the floor:
These are...

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Mr. Stanley died today.
His nurse had been puttering around
in his room,
straightening his bed clothes,
taking his vital signs.
He decided to let her have one more go at it.

“Mr. Stanley,” she would say,
“Your blood pressure is a...

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As I lay curled in grandmother’s arms;
dreaming intently of butterflies fluttering.
Scented fields bestowing pungent charms; 
where I envision honey bee wings a puttering.

Dreaming intently of butterflies fluttering;
weaving amid long blades of green grass.
Where I envision...

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I lay in this bed, puttering close to death
Wonder when I shall draw my last breath
A long and great life it certainly has been
I have no hair, move in wheelchair, yet I grin

Grinning at memories...

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sputtering poetry,
   the impotent poet
      tells me, she was
“…puttering around Pittsburg.”

          potent poetry. perhaps,
     ...

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Today I thought of thought itself,
of all its joys and failings
to be sure, but mostly of the
wonder that they take me to,
the countless things that open
to my sight in ways that I had
never seen before.

I...

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Whatever happened to Seraphina?—
precious doll of Caroline,
a present for her seventh birthday
in April, eighteen-eighty-nine.

Her body was of softest cotten,
her hands and face from china made
her lips were painted pink and smiling,
her golden hair a twisting...

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Two birds like mischievous teens
skipping, giggling as they cross
the pumps, dodging car scenes
through the oily and Oldsmobile dross.

Scoundrels living loud in their little world
chirping along, rippling through grime,
gabbling as they kick the can, twirling
and uttering...

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The house and barn have surrendered,
burrowing under the loose dirt of the sun.
Echoes run from house to barn, from barn to house,
a ritornello hurried along on the skirts of the wind.

Dust muffles yet imprints step...

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High heels, Glad rags and girly Nights out
Flutter eyelashes, smile and seduce him with a perfect lip puttering pout,
Excitement rushing for all my adventures that signal me ahead,
From a drink to a kiss and leading...

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 I dream so often, of the garden stretching out

   wearing an early morning sun just like a crown.

     There is the rousing sound of rooster's shout,

  ...

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