Long Riffles Poems

If I can make it home
I swear I've learned how to be a better man
If I survive tonight
I promise to never leave again
I've seen so much blood and anxiety I have to take down with...

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An old Point Man phoned, “Do ya think you can do it?.  
Driving doggies and cows from the flanks of Mt. Stewart?"
Fattened on grass for a year they had stayed. 
“Move a river of...

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This poem was inspired by the interviews by Earl K. Pollon and S. S. Matheson conducted with native Sekanni peoples who were negatively effected by the flooding of their communal homelands by the building of...

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He sits in a wheelchair pushed to the curb.  The people around him move aside to assure he is able to see.  His shrunken body  a shell of what it used to...

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Quick bold drums start out loud 
Pounding out the terms of war 
Race through the frantic jungle thick
Rhythms of pursuit take to the beat

Let the chase begin with heart in mouth
Track down the sun burnt...

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Sometimes, I cannot help but sigh
and wonder--
wonder deep inside of me 
whether I could ever be like you.

I riffle through the pages of my soul
and find a lot of them empty
Unlike yours, which seem to...

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Swan Song

Stealthy killers have crept
Their secret bullet
Reaching this empty nest
Swans too unaware of attack
Arms aimed riffles

Pleasure hunted
Shock
Smile
Blast
Exhilaration
Death

Only one reflection now
No other dark gaze looks back
No other gliding ripples
All reassurance has gone

The lake of desolation
Coaxed her...

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Gold Dredging

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Guilty by birth,
A citizen by a vote
A right that took centuries for women to exercise
A narrative that still paints societies

In two opposing colors
With tension simmering underground
And the quack so profound.
Divisions, discord, and decadence
Trust thinning frivolously
With...

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I am fourteen.
It’s a hot summer day in 1954.
My mother, father, two brothers, one sister, and I 
Pile into our 1952 Chevrolet station wagon
And head to Coady’s Creek in Perintown, Ohio.
It’s actually called Stone Lick...

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A seven year old boy and his father are going away for the weekend. 
The father notices the look in his young sons eye, when he tells him they are going hunting. 
The sparkle of...

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As I lay on my fluffy bed with my head tilted towards the ceiling, in trance, at dawn 
I felt my hair rising as a consolating presence so still as water, envelope me.
A consecrated entity...

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Showered with petals, long since gone,
Silk cloth exchanged for armour strong,
The transparent walls imprison souls,
No heart or living thought consoled.

Our presence blurred in mirrors cracked,
For seasons long, breaks a poets back,
Words thrown to wolves to...

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Story/poem

My husband and I were invited to go on a
camping trip. I being a city girl - it was a real 
trip for me. It was quiet late at night, we were
on our camping site.

Everybody...

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Pallas brook was what we called that secret, hidden little stream,
We were very young boys living on and working the farm back then,
Grab some spare time, dig some worms and "go fishin" was the dream,
Get...

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I was once, a little child with no idea of who I would grow up to be.
I was once, a little child wanting a hug and love.
I was once, a little child wanting a word...

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Glistening like a mirror
The turbulent waters stilled
Reflecting insects skittering
The call of a whippoorwill

Subtle riffles across the pond
Caused by a summer breeze,
A magical movement close to the edge
Caused me to stop and freeze

For their approached a...

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I looked outside my window
One bright and sunny day
I saw the birds fly to and fro
Their chirping seemed to say

Come out and see this glorious world
And listen to our song
With sunshine and our singing
How could...

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Near Dover Arkansas can be viewed on most any night 
A puzzle documented as, ‘The Dover city lights‘ 

Folks from many miles around, some even out of town
Eyes fill with wonderment when the lights begin...

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Never die from natural causes
Shoot bullets into water instead
Drink wine with breakfast
Learn to take your heart attacks 
Love them back with buttered bread 
Make sure to clean your pistols daily
Return them to the store when...

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My memory flashes  back on my most horrific nightmare…

Again, I find myself  in rivet of this excruciating pain
With emaciated body, I totter to my wheelchair 
Holding my paintbrushes and glass paints
Dogged enough to...

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In moments of twilight civility
an exchange of gifts - 
darkness for light..

RISING

from beyond the softening silhouette edge
you brighten like a blushing damsel
hazy haloed
unabashed in the pleasure of ripening

daydreamer 
...a vivid blur of lemon drop...
veiled by...

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Liquid Moods

A river lives in many moods.

Serenely flowing, it paints a peaceful oil
Of powerful tranquility.
It’s strength is hidden within it’s flow
And life is sustained within it’s course.

When dancing, happily over riffles, rocks and shoals
It sings...

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Memories of old
As stories we were told
The landmarks in the past ages
Now standards for potential sages
The event that took flight.

The recorded victory’s of our fallen knight
The blue print on our golden walls
Our Shepherd and ancient...

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GHETTO ANGEL

I'm always at peace yet I stick to my guns.
Its paradoxical for my traits to take turns.
Decipher the oxymoron in a peaceful worrier,
No harmony or truce without wagging war.
Peace to this young-hearted warrior

without the...

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