Long Rheumatism Poems

Gerry Coombes and April Showers have their families in a spin,
being ninety-two and eighty-nine; planned their new life to begin.
They’ve announced they’re getting married before they get too old,
and of course there is resistance, but...

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My sister called, “You must come now, to see him still alive.”
He’d had the dreadful verdict just a week or so before,
my precious younger brother, last remaining one of five.
“You should accept the Hospice care,...

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No bull in the proverbial china shop
but of the astrological skies 
you’d ride bareback upon the animal
assured by its strength and muscular form 
Ruled by Venus and of the second house
A feminine introvert or negative...

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1. 
observing the ardent eagerness of the wind 
it is clearly understood 
that nascent pollens are overflowing 
the niche of her heart  

in response to the signals of the river 
she keeps on ringing...

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My cousin shared her wishes and dreams,
On our star gazing night,  she whispered them so sweet
As a shooting star glided down from  the sky,
She said,  I wish ….. I wish…. all I...

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I am sitting at my desk attempting at some prose
But nothing seems to come to me nothing to compose
My minds a canvas blank not two words can I rhyme
So I try counting backwards just to...

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Let's Strongly Celebrate My Day
I'm in my seventies- 
Ms. Faleeha , as they call me. 
I have  decided 
To celebrate my day.
I'll invite all my close friends to the party
Since I have many.
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I'll send...

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Present-Day Snake Oil Salesmen

By Elton Camp

In the past, hucksters came, patent medicine to sell
“It will cure all human ills,” is what they would yell 
“While supplies last, only a dollar a bottle,” the call
“It’ll cure...

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Hejama, seventh daughter of a seventh daughter of a Thessaly queen.
A natural proponent of black magic, sorcery, witchcraft and wizardry
Undlela ziimhlope, Aunt Vernafi suggested. An herb you will enjoy.

Hejama did not often take Aunt Vernafi’s...

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Winter’s body is a car boot sale, a mosaic of the seasons and shifts, 
the breezes and breaths of a year’s footsteps, gone.

The battered wheels of a truck, spinning against morning frost, rotate into its...

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As we talked about life and the problems we have,
    I pulled out of my pocket a can I call Magic Salve.
You rub it on wherever the pain hurts the most.
 ...

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falling from the sky
i scraped my knees on concrete
fingernails darkened by metropolitan deceit

the gale of inner city enterprise
fueling trader commodities
and welcoming queues that form

their redundant mantra
echoing a delayed expedition
the signal beginning our attrition

elsewhere,
coal smeared spartans...

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