Long Resorts Poems

I was reading Rev. Julian Clifford Jaynes' homily,
delivered May of 1919
to the First Unitarian Society in West Newton, Massachusetts,
commenting on the 100 years since Channing's Baltimore Sermon.

Rev. Jaynes had a son, 
a second generation Julian...

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REGGIE WHITE SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AT UNIVERSITY MALL THE DAY YJAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY PLOTTED TO HAVE ME MURDERED OVER MY POETRY THE KILLERS LAY AWAITING FOR ANDREWS TAHOE TO PULL IN THEY PARKED IN FRONT...

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I am an Outlander
Who lives on a high hill
Overlooking a man-made lake
That once was a rapidly rushing river
Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and the Osage and then Delaware
Hunted, fished, and created shelter
For their...

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Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot)
by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS
(For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and disarming airs has been...

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Poet's Pre-Notes: A poem from my 8th week in a Stanford continuing education class offered on the internet, a study of free verse and structure. The poem writing technique is to write as unconsciously as...

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O to tune in to good times of childhood—
To re-live gone-by years, not just to brood,
To lighten dust-laden baggage’s dead tare,
To unburden mind of deadwood afloat, 
To fast-forward to dusky days of old, 
To turn...

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Support Your Local Po' Whet (Hick) Bummer, i.e. me

Freedom from onset of pervasive gloom 
(attendant with profusely perspiring palms, 
hut tree men duh us aggravation), would be 
a dog send to this melon collie bow...

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Mein kampf analogous to one long run on unparsed sentence fragment

Heavily punctuated - hyphen
to embellish poetically
with bracing circumspection,
I markedly exclaim (parenthetically)
cumulative elapsed LXIII obits
around the nearest star
dashed by at lightspeed,
and quoting James Thurber
storied fiction titled
My...

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GROGGY BEDHEAD NO COFFEE SHUT THE BLINDS .... PRESIDENTIAL NO GOOD CHOICES TELIVISION SIGNAL GLITCH SMEAR ART CAMPAIGN... LATE NIGHT REHEATED RERUN RETWEEKED RETWEETED MORNING NEWS?....
MORE RAIN TOO HOT BROKEN LEFT WINDSHIELD WIPER.... SAME OLD...

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Who is the real threat to America?
The Mexicans? The illegal immigrants? The Muslims?
Or the Manchurian Candidate in the White House?

Anybody who has ears to hear and brain to think critically
and is not a clone of...

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14.
after the dry leaves of the winter 
fall in innumerable drops 
the spring comes 

the cover-face of spring means 
a note-book of the rain-tree 
letting float in the sun-water 

and mr harry says that
this question...

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Konrad’s hoover hovers from wall to wall in the back room of his mind

A partial vacuum once the power switch is on and all neurons are firing

Time for a good clean up the curtains have...

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Ocean girdled nation had prospect for absolute containment
Overseas observers, in distant comfort, complacent 
Wuhan origin arrivals sparked a catastrophic failure
Leaving lock down 25th January, flying into Australia 
Similar instances followed, action came agonisingly belated

Contamination suppression...

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Warm your heart with what’s left of summer, warm your heart and put on a thick skin for winter, open all the resorts and hotel all over the town and fill them with tourist where...

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Many British Thermal Units needed...

To heat these lovely bag of bones
more so than required to generate clones
aging musculoskeletal physique groans
kvetching synonymous nsync with exactly
indistinguishable among where generic
garden variety alter kocker and/or like
mummified Pharaoh moans.

Hence, I...

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CharlaXFabels 
 
 
 
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This is a cliché. That's my name for an old aside or an adage here we go into the 
world of CharlaXFabels once more gentle reader...

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Destination,
         Tampa
                a college party
       ...

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All me life I’ve been a bushman who lived mostly in a city
with dodging cars and sleazy bars and no-one showing pity.
A city is a concrete jungle, divvied by ribbons of tar,
and everyone must watch...

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Signs
everywhere in Asia
you see strange variations
of English
Japlish, Konglish, Singlish

the street signs in Okinawa
are all in Chinese, Japanese, English and Koreans
the bus and train announcements as well

Hard to get lost 
even when you want to

but the...

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Why are you avoiding my words?

Do I have to break it down in thirds?

Why are you so stubborn when this subject comes up?

You're creating a storm in my little teacup

Answer the questions for us to...

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With painted face and silent smiles they light the night so dim,
Oblivious to their stalker and his diabolic whim.
They'd come to sunny Florida to flee Maine's winter snow
And play their silent pantomimes on sidewalks as...

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You hear about holidays that people hate
Rarely of exotic taste, finding the better fare, 
Cheap enough for travel agents to promote
Such resorts which they advertise with flair.
A visa to start will set your mind at...

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Hear ye wisdom’s excellence
thankful to God for our existence
testifying about grand natural essence
as trees* of noteworthy functional prevalence 
oozing with aesthetic environmental iridescence.

Weathering all seasons, varied roles we fulfill
being perennial or "long lived plants" steadfastly...

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From river to the sea, an ocean of blood, filled with cries of children;
peace is broken, homes destroyed, lives shattered, a sea of refugees fleeing torrential bombs, under the ether of Western civilization resisting a...

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In pieces,
A moment of resurrection,
From the empty grave
A cradle 
Where chained in silent reverie
Lies my pride with my past.
Fatherhood lends grounding
An understanding of purpose
Like an oak
Grows older
Sinks deeper into the earth
Becomes one with it
And is...

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