Long Record(a) Poems

Several days passed when Joulupukki finally had a chance to meet with the council.
     “Seileach,” Joulupukki nodded to the Elder as he entered the council chamber convening once again on the...

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May it not be uttered and may my lips be sealed. I don't like how it makes me feel. It gives no thrill. It has no appeal. So often, it does not heal and seldom...

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Paint me blue like the sky
rainbow's smile; thunder's cry
clouded curtains rife with rain
till shroud is lanced and bluebirds fly again
     Wistful moods in mahogany frames
     melancholy painters...

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Reflecting on the broken past,
All I see is smoke and flames.
The million bridges I left burning,
This house of matches that I made.
An obvious flaw in the design,
The blueprints were drawn to fail.
Sketched with a ink,
A...

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Thousands of people know us, but we don’t know them.
It’s kind of nice to be known, but not quite recognized.
We have the kind of job that keeps us well hidden.
When people see us is in...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s “Fortieth Legal” by T. Wignesan

(From: The Legal Poems. Colne: Pub. by Robert Bank at the Arrowspire Press, 1985, 39p.
Here’s an extract from the blurb by Allen Fisher, dated December 1985:

“They record...

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The ideal time to record a citing is when you see it,
Because it seems that everything out there in God's               ...

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And I quote" Just for laughs" end of quote. Laughter is medicine to your soul:

Imagine taking a village girl to the hotel and in the morning, you find her sweeping the all hotel ground.

When I...

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SUNDAY
by Sandi Hoot

Sunday
A DAY TO REFLECT
all excited newness to be planted with our creators love
like a sponge absorbing energy from above
reflections of light twinkles in eyes
with roots connected in our humanly ties
A DAY TO CONNECT
cooking...

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Buster had traveled the rodeo circuit fer nigh on twenty years,
Bull ridin', bareback ridin' and ropin' them frisky steers!
He wuz a lanky feller wearin' chaps, jeans slung low on his hips,
With a Bull Durham roll-yer-own...

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Ollie Hynd MBE is a first class swimmer, 
And has neuromuscular myopathy et all, 
He broke his brother Sam’s WR skimmer, 
Which was set in Beijing 2008, his gaul.

Ollie debuted in 2011 at the IPC...

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Hindsight is twenty-twenty,
We imperturbably say.
But what is insightful vision,
When life is looking the opposite way?
Would words of wisdom
Record a different story
If life could be lived in reverse?
Returning to familiar territory,
Undoing the “What’s done is done”...

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I was travelling. I still am, but 
once upon a time I was on my way through 
a particular place. It was north of Wantage 
that I stopped and stepped out 
of my car to...

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Note:  In 1976, Richard Clayderman (real name Philippe Pagès) received a telephone call from a well-known French record producer, who was looking for a pianist to record a gentle piano ballad. Paul had composed...

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Technological marvel:
who’d have ever guessed?
They went to the moon,
powered by less.
The thing receives phone calls,
it’s got GPS,
a mindfulness app
for when you are stressed.
It monitors heart rate,
can produce EKGs,
prompts you when it’s time:
take your medicine, please.
Blood-oxygen...

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The rest of the world sleep at night
The dead too, unless there are errands to run.
& this is why dreamland is a clumsy place to be.
But the best time to hibernate the tongue
& let the...

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She would do our heads in, but It’s not that I didn’t value her great teaching skills. Her strategies and patterns always stood out. The tool of teaching was used to best effective use by...

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Not long ago, some tragic soul, a young man, 
Accidentally fell into the well (an 18-foot drop) 
In the Delhi zoo,
Where a white tiger was resting cozily
In the warm September sun.
The stunned young man,
A poor...

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After dark, the prosaic comes alive
morphed by a klieg lit stage—
at once, both peaceful and kinetic.

A neon world of predator and prey,
through my viewfinder
garish greens and vivid reds
play with the afterglow of twilight sky.

I try...

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I know that it is not possible, but if I were given
an audience with Barabbus, I can imagine that
he would say the following:

You wonder if I became a Christian
You think that I may have been...

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You can't recapture it,
can't ride that horse again.
The moment you started this poem
is gone.
The flowers in your garden have grown
or died
since you started this poem.
The universe has expanded and
stars have been born and died
since you...

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Looking back
we miss this day.
Seeking,
we forget what we already have.
Reaching for tomorrow
we sink in the flowing stream
of these living moments.

Our biographies are fictional stories
they speak of nothing that we are now,
and yet we write,
delight in...

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I know that love is right when you are talking about church and 
good home cook meal,


I know love is for me when first out the door
Oh I got be free and set the tone,

We...

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A lantern to spill the flaming way
Unmeshed milestones, flooded today
You always record, a thousand things to say
And now, as your wall-paper, their curling away

I’ve left this lantern
An encore to a siren, droning, beneath a factory...

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When I feel lonely,
And I miss you,
I listen to you sing,
To help carry me through.
I close my eyes,
And pretend you're here,
I listen to you sing,
Everywhere.
Then I open my eyes,
Because the song is done,
So I close...

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