Long Russets Poems

They're known by many names - taters, potatos, pertaters and spuds.
As a Hoosier lad I toiled hoein' taters and flickin' bugs off their buds!
So I was very well qualified when I entered the service, by...

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There is something strangely satisfying
About sweeping leaves in the wind.
A pure and pristine panacea for the soul.
As the impish zephyrs play
With a rustle of laughter
Tumbling through;
Sometimes for,
Some against, the action of my toil.
With the rhythmic...

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Awful avocados always
Breathe bitter blue breaths
Craving cardinal’s Christmas carols
Ditching deliberate dungarees during
Elusive extraterrestrial escapades.
Forsaking fitful Floridian flamingos,
Getting gaudy, gratuitous gnarly gifts,
Herewith having hilarious hefty hallucinations,
Imagining India’s illustrious indigo ideologies.
Jackals jerry-rigging jealous junking jackalopes
Kangaroos kissing kindly,...

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Such a lovely ebony woman
so deserved to be loved
more precious than rubies
she is mentioned in Proverbs
when she kisses me and smiles
clouds darken the skies of her eyes
her fragrant breasts become a garden

After such tender mercies...

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The trees in the park today
Swaying in the breeze 
Saying goodbye to summer
And hello to autumn,
Clothed in their display of
Greens and browns and
Russets and yellows
That drift and flutter 
And slide to the ground
To form a...

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While sunrise bathes the early morning air
Illuminating new dawn’s loveliness,
Where mild rain tints the pure of crystal glare
To rouse shimmery boughs through June’s finesse.

Herein, aisle of florets displays its charm,
In brightest russets , in the...

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My favorite wonders and magic found in each Fall
are the way colors of trees raptly begin to sprawl
Across the woodland paths that I like to wander
the season fills me with many poems to ponder

Blazing leaves...

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Autumn is approaching rapidly.
Already leaves of many trees become
Converted. Some are changing vividly
To crimsons, russets, shades of gold and plums.
The asters, goldenrods, gentians abloom.
The insects lethargy increasingly
Arresting to the eye. Their fate presumed.
Familiar fragrances bewitchingly
Seduce...

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The leaves are slowly changing
To their russets, reds and golds
As the temps start dropping lower
So that autumn thus unfolds.

The porches decked with pumpkins 
Or with bright and cheery mums
Are reminders to acknowledge 
Crisp and chilly...

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dissolving summers yield a muted sheen
and drawn-out shadows over meadows sprawl;
like dappled sunlight, golden peppered green,
the newly turning leaves sketch hints of fall,
in subtle hues at first, to softly blend
and blur the edge of treasured...

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