Long Rattle on Poems

Blasphemy

The caustic tongues of the evangelists,
Across all creeds and faiths,
Seem as brittle as an old bone.

For they promise heaven and they spew forth threats of hell
While neglecting the words of that man who walked in...

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I don't know why it is when you really don't have much to say
People ask you well what wrong honey you’ve been awfully is
Quiet today. Well did they ever stop to think that maybe you've
Just...

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Through the woods I carefully tread
Darkness surrounds and fills with dread
Silent clouds obscure the moon
Briefly break and lift the gloom

A clearing darkness once concealed
Parting clouds have now revealed
As I draw ever slowly near
The scene, obscured,...

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You are my sun, you are the only star I have ever known;
One joy the more, one ache the less;
Had kindled those baby fires o'er your face;
Dimples that twinkle and a smile whose glow scares...

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In a warm bath tub, you and me,
bath salts,bubbles,perfumed water,
naked together, knee to knee,
trickles time, faster and faster!

Touch of soft skin in aqua warm,
passions aflame, forest fire,
thunder, lightening, rumbles storm,
lips on lips, bare chest, live...

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You  think that cowboy is all chatter
                           ...

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Finding the needle 
Sit by my side in the small garden with 
Tall trees that cast shadows and cools the summer
Just sit there at my side and let me narrate
My story, how a poor boy...

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Faces come at me as stricken
as graveyard moons.

The supermarket hangs heavy,
laden as it is with neon anchors.
The aisles are runways for empty eyes,
a few sections contain searching bodies.
 
She turns to me at the check-out,
she...

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A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs
in fluorescent foam.
Blue pods rattle on green tides.
Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair
washing tangled ankles.
There are voices in my open mouth,
they roll over a briny tongue,
intone words from the breath
of spray...

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I first saw Snakey in my flower garden.
I had moved a large rock and he was curled up under it.
There were some beautiful X’s in his pattern.
I did not want to know if there was...

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I Search For Equilibrium

O I have given more to thee
Than thee hath given back to me
But rattle on thy prattle proud
For I be soft where thee be loud

And those with holes that burrow deep
Can hear...

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O I have given more to thee
Than thee hath given back to me
But rattle on thy prattle proud
For I be soft where thee be loud

And those with holes that burrow deep
Can hear thy queer pitched...

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Pale sleep awakens.
Another light scorns the earth 
as crooked fingers lash down,
their jagged streaks slashed by 
nagging pall puffs, shattered 
by lofty white swirls.

Breath drawn in- then out,
burying itself in rusted, fallowed 
dreams and nettled...

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It snowed last night;
taking out the trash,
there I am, dozing in a garden swing set
deep within July.

It could be another year.
July in a London park
lying next to her,
wisps of gentleness in a public place,
dandelion seeds...

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In the kitchen she sits on a three-legged stool.
She died in the living room,
her heart burst, and out flew
all the skills of her hands.
Now she cooks the twilight between the days,
the dried fruits of yester-years.

I...

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Old bones rattle on the lawn mower
Electric in nature through Texas grass
The brown wrinkled man is Spanish
Speaks English with a foreign accent

Thick as the greens he tractors through
Broken as his soul
Older than you know
The hills...

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The streets are quiet,
no waves left to break on the shores of the silent,
No blood on the curb to draw the stray dogs.

A stray wind blows through the darkest of alley's
like you it forgets where...

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Should you venture home, now,
And see the cobbles gone,
Hear the rattle on steel shutters
As the rain falls on and on,
You might as well be leaving
Just the way that you arrived,
For there’s nothing for you here,...

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From the inside of music I looked out far
The sky was cloudy, preparing for rain
Sir Rattle on the Mezzo played Sir Elgar
The air fumed sour like the dead champagne 
I went for the memories, to...

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phallic hellic gallic fella, 
slipped and fell into the cellar, 
gargled with a vat of wine, 
stayed for a longish time, 
when he found one Isabella, 
she was dark as one othello, 
hot and steamy...

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She is older now, so I let the small things go.
She’s not wiser than she was, yet how the stories flow.
I let her spin them out for the fifteenth time today.
My ear grows tired of...

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Run over here come to me in this place
 where the creek goes between the woody hills
 and flows to the pond, where spiders make lace
 where the streams meet and come to end their...

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A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs
in fluorescent foam.
Blue pods rattle on green tides.
Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair
washing tangled ankles.
There are voices in my open mouth,
they roll over a briny tongue,
intone words from the breath
of spray...

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A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs
in fluorescent foam.
Blue pods rattle on green tides.
Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair
washing tangled ankles.
There are voices in my open mouth,
they roll over a briny tongue,
intoning from the breath
of a luminous...

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