Long Scones Poems

Three cousins played a “game’ of war
A map of Europe spread across the floor
No adults there to keep the score
As each of them wanted more and more

Three of four empires lay upon that map
As they...

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Grandma Gretchen's in her rocker and she has something to say. 

She tells a visitor, a young man from the city, if he plans to write a book about life on a farm in the...

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The People's Coop
is a warm inviting place,
for some
a reading and meditation
and arts practice and performance space,
for others
a place to ride sleek bicycles
with self-and-other improvement book racks
while peddling energy into the cooperative Grid,
sheltered by solar panel...

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For as long as I remember I’ve had this avicultural fad;
keeping birds in planted aviaries from the day I was a lad.
Caging prolific zebra finches to the pretty Whydah bird.  
Bred Strawberries and Cutthroats...

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For as long as I remember I’ve had this avicultural fad;
keeping birds in planted aviaries from the day I was a lad.
Caging prolific zebra finches to the pretty Whydah bird.  
Bred Strawberries and Cutthroats...

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The uniform on the floor was to be washed, dried then ironed but the scones that the pig ate meant that a walk to some hidden caves was achieved but only after the recycling was...

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The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints jumpin’
Like Snoopy with his dish doing the suppertime dance;

Lured by...

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Dad looking at that weatherboard house, Old Tooters home,
A thrifty man.. us to him did his brother send,
Saying that the place could do with a mend;
The roof had red patches of pitted rust, the cost...

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I'd almost forgotten, how fondly this little hamlet
snuggles tight against the purple hills, and how State street
divides the town into two parts, like a pizza, one half a progressive present,
and the other half, the antiquated...

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"50 Words for Poe: Strangelove"


Strangelove was waiting  
in Holdnerness
He was anticipating 
with a certain glee 
The “Arrival” of 
Ms Bon Vivant, her sharpness
and sharing conversation 
over Kumquat Jam, Scones and 
clotted cream at High...

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Awoken by sudden flashes of painted bricks slipping into my skin
I hid inside the newly bare nail beds
chewing on carbon copies of myself 
my teeth clicked

scrubbing the rythm and blues desk 
iron blood 
and pipping...

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‘Davo’ rang me up, ‘bout a month ago,
		To travel with him on a trip,
		Way up north to Glenora station,
		So he can search through Harry’s tip.
		‘Davo’ you see has a hobby,
		Collecting bottles, some worth more than...

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Author:  Ken Jordan
Title: Love Letter  (fiction)
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:      March/2013

My dearly beloved, your visit to
Tuscany,  evoked no words to 
express the most incredible 
time  that we shared.
  I never would have thought 
I'd see you riding a...

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Out of the west, amide a beautiful sunrise… came a pie eyed son of a gun.
Looking for Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster… water gun… in hand.
He rode a very slow plug, an inchworm called...

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Invitations to the Gala
issued by a grave impala
were highly sought out missives 
by the bold and the submissive 
Those omitted uttered curses
shook angry fists or heavy purses
Had they but known that
the price of  admission
was...

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Devonshire tea with Peter an' Beryl, beware,
it's no the fact that Peter disnae care.
But 88 years doon the track o' life,
an' 84 years fur Beryl, Peter's carefree wife.

Ma Bonny wife Gillian an' this Auld Yin,
oot...

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Being an American in Australia isn’t easy,

but I’m trying to integrate;

I’m trying to fit in.

Just one of the boys with all the right expressions

under my belt, like:

        pasty...

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I could tell Nan’s getting bored with her knitting and crochet,  
and her interest has been waning with the C-W-A.
To think the help I offered had become a huge regret -
I introduced my Nan...

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The tale of the high kicking raspberries in two hundred lines of silt and steamed porridge oats.

Keynotes noted kissing keystones keep keystrokes kingly. But kingly is often not associated with kindness, kinship, or kept keepers...

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Can someone turn the taps off
Or is it leaking from above
I feel that we will float away
If it rains another day
It’s slowly driving me insane
I’m sick to death of rain ~ rain ~ rain

The sirens...

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the notorious hotel...
monument to the greed of men,
it is a breathing stone-hewn titan -
looming over her, threatening pomposity,
selfishness threaded with egyptian cotton,
the cold stares of people from the upper leagues of life...
yet the young street...

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Minuette had the complexion of a porcelain doll with a touch of cherubim thrown in for good measure. Her desire, her passion in life was to discover and taste new salty rocks and stones. Nothing...

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He was big and he was tough
Sort of primitive and hairy
On first encounter his face
Was frankly somewhat scary
He could .fight and he could cuss
Run a marathon without dropping
And when he got his dander up 
Boy...

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He laid next to her, incognizant and numb.
His skin once blanche white and smooth, now almost mustard color.
Sickle shape impressions were on his cheeks and chin, an obvious telling sign of the effects of the...

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It was a lovely little house.

Built of white painted timber,

with a gabled roof clad in green tin,

it had never been a rich person's house.

It was her house. 

And driving up to park outside it,

each time...

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