Long Raring Poems

My Last Las Vegas C.E.S. (1)
(A Memorial Poem)
I long counted Steve Bristow a friend (1) and we'd fly off to lunch
some days (Steve would get 'hours in' he needed for license - small planes).
It was...

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You are a narcissist and a gas lighter although you claim that you’re not, can’t you see inside, the decay of your soul? The turmoil, all of the rot
 I guess that you can’t because...

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POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?  Or did shadows flit across the leaf strewn path?
No...

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Jack and Sam
were two inseparable souls
Best friends tend to be like that,
especially if both were born on the same day
They were two good looking kids,
who liked to play rough and tumble
Didn't mind scraping their knees...

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We'd been travelling through the night and we needed a rest
The unmerciful sun was now rising above a red rocky crest
We headed for a large boulder that offered plenty of shade
Jenna was getting sick and...

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Truly ... . 


What-an-honor, this-sweet-grace ...
perfect a righteous gift-it-is.
 
The day waiting patiently-in the morning,
coffee-in-hand moccasin slippers-
waking-up-to-it-the-gentle-waterfall-awaiting-me ... 
cascading-into-a-shimmering-crystal-
still-fresh-rippling, gently-churning-pool-of-dreams,
the many-wonders-of an alliterate life.


Breathing ... breathtaking-to be sure-it-is-a-chore-itself ... 
 
it-takes-time.
 
 
Round and round-a throw-down-
in-and-out-tic-tock-goes the clock-
knock-it-down-drag-it out-
though-it-may-be-a-crucial, bloody,
treacherous seemingly listless brutal ... 
bruising, got beaten-up-again, lowdown hoedown-
gasping-for air-sometimes-
discouraging ... kind of-a-thing ... .


Sill-so-it-gets-up-early-raring-to-go, 
continues fighting ...
with mercy in hand-
forgiveness-taken-into-the-battle with-it,
it-can't be-lost.


Can't be lost.


Tender tales tall tell-timely
in-earnest the-fervency ... divinity-relevancy, 
 
reality of-the-story. 


Stars shine-cast-their-beauty-liberally ...
sheen's of glassy rays-of-overt light-
sparkle-freely-in-their delight-
under-the-moon-laughter ...
fills the-night ... .


Swallows in their benignity ...
wade about puff-up-full-and-billow ... 
shadow's in their whimsy way, 
cast their welcoming ... 
in-the-warming, 
as the weeping tree weeps. 


Cool-pools shallow of-crystal-rock-and-alabaster-sands 
promote their-gentle fondness upon the pond floor. 


Kindred the swallows in-their-promise, 
beauty-benignity ...
in-the-moonlight-they-are one with love, 


and running felicitous ... 

touched by the union 
follows closely the dove ... 
divinity has found a home.


Liberty residing-evolving-
evermore-abounding well-
beside desire, 

the heart-makes-haste. 


Peace stakes its claim in faith, 
in-the-Son's-glorious-arrival, abandon, 
absolution, return. 

 
Cast-about-in-the gesture, 
blowing-free-in the wind growing-
abundantly like the humming bird-
sipping on wild-honey-dripping-
fresh-in-the-rising Summer-Sun ... .
 
 
Splashing-onto dew-drops-
glistening as you-know-
they always do lying upon lilac-
flower petals, dandelions-
growing even-more-
elaborate-carried along-
with-the-blueberry-
cakes-popcorn-soda-
I've-just-consumed ... ....

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She really wanted to see a ghost…ecstatically excited.
She heard this place had plenty, and a spooky atmosphere.
She’d have to pinch herself, ready to cheer…elated.
She’d spend a romantic weekend there with a freaking-out spouse.

He’s a scaredy-cat!...

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Humpty Dumpty starred in a nursery rhyme…
His fall accordingly was the talk at that time
Soon it was labeled as a mysterious crime
Needing solution thru wisdom’s prime!

Here am I submitting my document
Compliant to prudent investigative requirement.
The...

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Dedicated to a fine poet on soup, Lin Lane
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I shook hands with my brother and bade him farewell
Then set off on my journey away from this hell
Mexico I’d head for and buy a small farm
Meanwhile...

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Old John's birthday was approaching, he'd be seventy two
And his family asked him nicely what he'd like to  do
"Do you fancy a nice picnic  or sightseeing on a train"
"No thanks" said Old John...

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it's easy to imagine the moon fell out of the sky
but no, it's still up there, where it's always been
    I look around to see what chases me; nothing moves...
  ...

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SAYS WHO?? Each day I wake up I am a fireball of energy, raring to go and everything is going great until my feet hit the floor. Mind you , by then I have expended...

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can't equate worth from how they respond
     delighted to see me
then I'm all wrong
      dance at my presence 
       ...

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Her face was splurged with white powder
An illusion of mask under the white cover
Red and black accents her eyes and brows
Lips like flower buds cool in the afterglow

Like a maiko pursuing her ardent dream
To dance...

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Some fried chicken and fried potatoes,
pot full of beans, and sliced tomatoes.
I hear catfish sizzling in hot oil,
and some fresh picked corn waiting to boil.

Old folks sit at the big oak table,
kids sit down wherever...

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  great prominent
                       light self calling,  cheated by votes
  ...

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The Code of Chivalry, Courage, Fortitude,
{even at the risk of it going sour} in the
final hour.

Pour forth the honesty, the complete madness,
yet your distant loyalty.
To hang on to a faint spark that might yet be
ember,...

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I learn from you, dear garden, wisdom vivacious,
You are a vast archive, that makes my life gracious;
You give feast to my sensory organs and mind,
Your means of living and letting live, makes me kind...!

I, often,...

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How I loved our trips to the local park … 
As long as it wasn’t raining you’d be raring to go 
The second I got you out of your buggy you were off like a...

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""Such are these days floating along the Nantucket - picture frames of days gone 
by forever sublime in my minds eye - reflected upon from time to time, and oh so you 
know how I've...

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And so it begins … my crew will over treat themselves to ample
food for I have just stuffed our pantry grandly-full again:

No one will know why the stocked sweets meant to last nearly 
a week...

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Egg On My Face

It was about a day or two ago
When I really wanted to know
How many go to heaven each day
And here is what I heard God say

Each and every sin is forgiven
And long...

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how many christians will wake up this morning
to celebrate “the resurrection” &
then turn on their television to see if the nukes have begun to fly?
how many christians will vote in november to elect the figurehead...

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This breezy island is often visited
by falcons with powerful wings,
as they display the swiftness 
of their elaborate flights; on the gleaming sand,
I'm laid back and pensive, while my curious dog
scampers to and fro, trying to...

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Brunswick Beacon Needs Poetry Page

My poem was on Page 6a of the Thursday, February 7th, 2008
edition of the Shallotte, NC Brunswick Beacon Newspaper.

Like grits and steak without any gristle,
I always will want to wet my...

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