Long Roadways Poems

Yet at this very moment the cathedral was crumbling
down upon the cries of foresaken refugees, 
the monastery's walls wobbling from war's wreckage, 
and as the black bursts billowed into sun drenched brutality
with the bodies of...

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In a matter of months, we would experience the greatest economic                        ...

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*Image of Thunder & Lightning by Pixabay.

The Stranger
My life warps by its beasts of woes
depression dogs my day
at night, stress drains my restless soul
the wrongs have no delay

Myself am I, forsook decreed
hope laid by things...

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The sun is burning intensely outside, and it is melting the passion inside, the dogs are running around gasping for breath, and throwing their frivolous bodies on the ground.

They are looking for clean drinking water...

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"What are they looking at?"  "the crack on the ground," whisper a silent voice from the airy throne; my heart kept spinning around, and the women in colored hats,  says it is a...

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My dear, my angel, do not worry, we are not lost,
We will follow the well-worn sacred path at all cost,
And be guided by the star that beckons the hopeful.
We will stay loyal to the course...

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See them sitting underneath the tree, they are on a mission to crucify thee, their knife is sharpened and ready to cut out a pound of your flesh from your gut if you do not...

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My dear, my angel, do not worry, we are not lost,
We will follow the well-worn sacred path at all cost,
And be guided by the star that beckons the hopeful.
We will stay loyal to the course...

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Departing Sacramento, Ca. just past 7:00 AM PT on a nice Saturday morning, we headed for Chicago. All is going well as we take off, as the pilot soon announces that we will ascend up...

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Foggy Nights, A Letter To A Friend
By Curtis Johnson

I have driven on  snowy and icy roads in Wisconsin and Illinois.  In the summer’s heat of the Sacramento Region, I have driven in cars,...

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I told my secret so dear to the babbling brook.
Across pebbles and stones my secret it took.
It held my secret for miles along its ebb and flow.
Once reaching a raging river, it let my secret...

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Friends , while reading the History of the Incas , I came across the wonderous story of their 
mail runners , the 'chasquis' ! Kindly read their story !

THE MAIL RUNNERS - ON THE INCA...

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We lived about a hundred miles Northwest of Chicago                          ...

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Look, there's a white line, dead center of this empty road
Wow, that sun is hot out here...
and here I am sitting on the edge of this blacktop world
waiting for a tow .......crying out loud......why, Lord,...

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I got a strange urge to travel one day
So I set off a walking on my merry way
I reached a crossing of Roads A and B
Which way would you go? Hmm let me see

I decided...

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Unless…
        by Odin Roark

Seems just yesterday the sun arced
Over precarious ice
The street’s one elm
Leaned its naked branches with the wind Bringing winter’s announcement

A Coney Island cat crouched puzzled
Gradual...

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I went on a strange journey this morning
It wasn't planned or arranged 
I only responded to the voice ringing in my ear to go to a special place
I circled around the community to avoid this...

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I miss the days when we could sit 
And stare at the screen for hours
The only problem wandering  in
Was chores... but that problem wasn’t ours

I miss the days when peace was the baseline
And troubled...

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No more tears, no more fears.
No more dieing, no more crying.
No more trying, no more failing.
No more dealing with or feeling,
No more pain!


            ...

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Oh , servant of God          hear my voice
my purchase price      was to set you free
it was to you   ...

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One thing we’ve noticed as we’ve driven across the north…for hours and hours and hours
is how once the frozen grounds of winter thawed…people were busy planting flowers.

Everywhere we’ve been…from the smallest towns to the biggest...

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bayside rumours of war
and flowers blossoming thirst
for sacrificial blood
cut my weeping heart out
ensure another flawless sunrise
confusion moments of despair
deceived beyond deception
their laboured cry heard no more
my voice remains
slower traffic keep right
my fist a burning piston
line...

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February 28th, 1968 marked the date
Boyce Brandon Harris 
(my octogenarian widower father) 
purchased a small tract of land
Pooh would Winnie
  
constituting shadowed sliver 
once hailing, hallmarking, harkening, 
glorious vast "Glen Elm" estate,
which circa 1910...

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Beautiful to look at;
Glittering, shiny, chilly, sparkling, frosty, freezing ice.

Gently it started, a light mist descending from a leaden sky.
Looking harmless, clinging to grasses, roofs, roadways and branches, 
Soon covering power lines, getting thicker and...

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When I used to dream
I used to dream about him
Fantasizing about how it happened and how it could have been
Demons, chasing Nightmares, Happiness on Poles
Tied into a loveknot and dangled in front of me
No matter...

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