Long Raymond Poems

Matthew delivers his latest bullet – tin...

from the Harris-Walz front
where liberal minded socially progressive
electorate doth agonizingly grunt
targeted in crosshairs scoped out 
eager and ready to be mortally wounded 
courtesy notorious big headed 
(and bigoted) infamous...

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 A French ‘Indianist’ Doctor: A Tribute to a Die-hard Humanist
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I remember my cherished Wolf Cub pack, 
How I loved those Wednesday evenings, 
The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps, 
The different coloured scarves, sweaters and hair 
During the mass meetings, 
The solemnity...

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"Christmas in the Cathedral of the Forest Deep"




The silent heart is found 
embedded in the 
Cathedral of 
The Forest Deep

The lost jewel
shines in the dark
see the reflection of emerald eyes
endless hazel woods scried

On Christmas Eve
when...

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Interview with The Dead Boy -Raymond Mizsak

So Raymond, do you know what happened to you? Why you died?

Yeah, I know what happened to me, man, 
but I don’t remember it happening, 
Cause I was in...

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Hello all, my name is Raymond, but most folk call me Ray.
I’m just your normal bloke, who works bloody hard each day
to earn a pay packet, that gets hijacked by my wife;
so, Jen controls the...

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The very next day Ray's family returned back again to Rene's fast food restaurant's
with their adapted motto, 'quick and timely service with a smile."  His father drove
his car to the middle section that his...

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Raymond Miles heard what sounded like a super sonic boom in the air while he
eye witnessed jet airliners fall to the ground on the freeway.  His family watched
cars piling up on the freeway totally...

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We sit around the patio table in the bright sunlight,
Friends since our teens.
Since our last meeting, I have lost my father,
Rick and Sue have become grandparents,
And Joe has suffered the ultimate loss
Through the death of...

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My sister Mary younger by two years came with computer disc in hand to share what she had amassed concerning family history.We looked at photos of our parents before we had done the old number...

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Your not going to believe this but I forgot that Jeanne Rosemary comes before Robert Earl.Probably because I am mad at her for not trying hard enough to live.She was the one who wagged me...

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Arlis was amazed steam was not coming off as he rode off in the rain burning with shame.Suzanne looked shell shocked by his long awaited arrival and sudden departure.And Francie looked at him hotly as...

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Young Raymond worked the bakery
was up 'bout ten to three.
Just eighteen, still in high school he
had dreams of flying free.

He worked as hard as most grown men
then walked to school and slept.
Took all his wages...

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2025.3.15

Happy birthday to my fourth sister.
Congratulation all the way to Switzerland.
At the same time, I have to say goodbye
To the person, whom I met
On my fifth sister's birthday.
Two months to date. A very brief encounter....

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As we gather, this cold night
We know our life, has lost its light
Our Father, now has gone away
Never more, will he say

"I love you.", "son", or "sissy"
"Before you leave, give me a kissy."
God, we miss...

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I never knew how this could be true
Until I myself began to love Raymond too
The last man to kiss on these sweet lips
The passion and excitement of him I truly miss

Others called him Raymond, but...

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Clusters of refugee bubbles
         Expelled from the side of my tank
         Rise expanding in upward travels 
  ...

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Working Long Hours

Glasses long since full
Relaxed mist evokes wooing words
Yet conversation and atmosphere still are dull.
The four on stools-not vagrants and not lords
The common face of easing pain
They sit and smoke, smiles shown
As if to...

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Fritz Purdum mined these memories with his poem Boy playing in Dirt.


My grandson an introverted chap
On the playground after lunchtime nap

In the garden of kinders a most fragile Bloom off by himself just seeking some...

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One starry skied night, I lay in the grass
Reflecting on relationships, people of years past
And then I see her: walking down heaven's steps
The memories rushed back, as if she never left
My eyes tear up, and...

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*Image of Stringer Davis and Margaret Rutherford by Fanpop.


Miss Marple's Nephew's Double Mysteries

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Agatha Christie, 
   Agatha Christie slights through half her years,

pens a fictional, Miss Marple,
   a Miss Jane Marple by...

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Just a few lines I hereby write to let you know
that I, in my entirety am still alive,
care I give, when with pen perceiving you so slow
the words upon these lines, just in time will...

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It was Raymond Walker’s fortieth on a hot and humid eve,
with high beer danger conditions, therefore I didn’t want to leave,
and as the night wore on and after we had sung the birthday song,
God only...

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Sir Raymond Smidrick
He always walked with an air of royalty,
gaining entrance by tapping doors
with his finely carved, mahogany wood, walking cane
On the top of the staff was a sculpted silver lion,
he said it signified the...

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Summer, mere another season,
Synonym to never ending emotions.
Emotions when linked with fun,
Well, do there exist a perfect explanation?

That calm fancy swimming pool,
She does try to amaze me.
"But I don't find you cool enough"
That's all I...

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