Long Rabble rouser Poems

"All the Dark Stallions"



Calliope burns 
ecstatic bright star
fire brands, all her marks

both hands 
holding the ropes
firmly fast today 

slow burn 
tomorrow
warm whispers 

gently towards
the unlit shadows
love wanting always stays

driving all 
the dark stallions
towards heaven

where the...

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Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom, 
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously. 
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging...

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I am no revolutionary
For mine is not an ideal
A noble statement
I ain’t gonna give a speech
No riling up crowds, riots
This ain’t no cause
No movement for you to join
All that it is 
A cry to the...

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A story about my Sylvester,
Should yield a booster,
Every honest sentence defying a duster
His preferred designation, “A father” not Master.

Thirty-five years in an office 
That smelt of telephone and letter
But he wouldn’t telephone the police,
Relationships patching...

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As a Storm Rages Past 

Rabble rouser, a spring storm lets out a golden shaft
that pierces through the sky and with a loud clash,
rousing me from peaceful slumber, shatters the night.
The house heaves and sighs...

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At the risk of being called “rabble-rouser,”
I think poor old Barky Von Schnauzer,
should practice his aim,
his master to maim,
in the back end of his very best trousers!


My hero I would call dear old Barky,
if he...

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