Long Saltine Poems

Condolences Forever Invoked - 9/11/2001

(I sit corrected for typing year 201, when most of America untrammeled by hordes of humanity, and probably far more similar to the garden of Eden, which approximate space/time continuum disparity...

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WRITING WITH WEEPING WORDS

Lucinda runs through the forest,
runs past the barren fields, runs
past the lucid waterfall, runs
with her tears, leaving seeds of despair.

Roses with thorns grow most beautiful -
red, pink, yellow, white, as she grieves,
running,...

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My boyfriend Peter’s like smoke, he’s elusive. He doesn’t always carry his phone.

There’s a crosswalk in Tokyo, it’s in all the movies. The light changes and hundreds of people walking in different directions meet -...

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I’ve taught you well my young elder. The chosen path of the light was handed to you in a gift of sight as I gave you my eyes in a different life long before the...

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I savor sunshine - its voracious heat
as I drizzle sweet lemonade
on my dehydrated tongue.

I dip my toes into the fondant
of lemon afternoon. You’ll find me
wading in the aquamarine swoon.

My coral-colored swimsuit, one piece
tease of a...

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Saltine crackers have become my worst enemy
Add that to my rapidly-growing list of “do-not-eats”
Along with many common foods I considered treats
Salt, sugar, and fats, in general, are my archenemy.

Sorry, Barbara Bush,* you did not heed...

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Polly Jez don’t ever ‘pologize
Curt cracker tongue
spit the hate cloudy issue high

Got black gunpowder love,
bullet hole
between the breast
And white tufts of tawdry deeds,
foolish follicles 
sprouting on the chest

P Jez Is a belle — 
princess Cain...

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The Babysitter

Little Patti Mouse
Use to come into my house
And Mom and Dad would leave
And Patti would be mean.

She was the babysitter.
We couldn't do a thing.
We couldn't get a drink
Or go out on the swings.

We had...

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black may turn to gray but gray
   may not turn to yellow,

  night may turn to day, but 
  still these clouds hang around.
  
    saltine driftwood...

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C_Coffee with chiccory her tasty delight
H_Happy was she with saltine crackers buttered
I_Intellect above with which she was gifted
C_Character was hers, caring for others with might
C_Cancer took her good life as takes those polite
O_Opportunity she gave...

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F=G m1.    M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a...

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F=G m1.    M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a...

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F=G m1.    M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a...

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F=G m1.    M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a...

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F=G m1.    M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a...

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Sucking On Straws

I used to suck on  nickels and dimes;
Metals tasted like saltine crackers
Swallowed a couple pennies many of times;
I just gag throw up like a method actor;
And now breaking the law guilty;
Throat raw,...

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Thundering, down falls lightening 
Skyward rises  clouds of amber
The thick mist clings to my tears
Ever present trickling down
To sorrowful earth below.

Saltine linear tracks
Climbing so low beyond
All my confusions
Open doors now locked tightly
With the sighs of...

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