Long Scurries Poems

Walking from the horrid old motel, and out into the smaze, 
a suffocating day, worsened now, by a mocktail shade of smog
in mockumentary proportions, she flounders in a fog.
Too dazed by crazy sitcoms that seem...

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A Garden In The Sky—by Michael Anthony Butler

  
I positioned myself by the pool
at some hip-posh happening hotel
on the sultry Sunset Strip in L.A.
The adolescent afternoon is hot and
fussy.  My lover draws closer
With...

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Dim light shines through the widows of the old house
long since empty, where only dust dances in the air
and a lone mouse scurries across its scared and dirty floor
But sometimes at night, when a lonely...

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Even lonely nights flee from silence.
They too have their notes to lend,
how robust are the songs in chorus                 ...

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I’m stealing through a twilit realm, the ancient pale of Whereis,
passing chambers of an Heiress
(though no need to feel embarrassed)
through a magic mystic mirror hanging curtainless.

A glimpse near naked alleyways (denuded by the moon) ex-
poses...

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MY LAND

Staff rod in hand, and on my feet a pair of good hardy leather shoes
Set off onto the bight coastal track to a view of many colourful hues

In four score plus nine of my...

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I wake to a monochrome world and I yawn
The reds, greens and yellows awaiting the dawn
Out on the water, my luminous float
Rides unseen ripples in fear of no boat

This morning my roof is my fishing...

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"True abhorrence and blind tendentiousness, devoid of conscience 
strive only to nullify freedoms' humble cry-for-peace".


Love, patient, 

proven;-

the memory of God's surrender, tested lay in question.
Mercy receives no rejoinder for her desire, unholy banter, rules the day.
Forgiveness, proper and forthright, in-your-hands-I-place-certain this hope.


Help me ... lift me up ... secure me ... 


They rip and tare, at the fabric of my being,
breaking-into-the-cradle-of-my-beliefs, shouting, 
"where is Your master, He has left you, 
why do you still hold on"?


And I say to them, 

"I believe-that-my-faith-and-I, walk-hand-in-hand-with Jesus, my deliverer.
So therefore ... will-I-never-walk-alone".


So show me beauty; true love beheld ... 
butter cups thorny white milky baby, budding roses-
playing beside dancing lilies caught up in their passions, 
mid the prevalence ... of the new morning winds, undying 
laughter ... unable to be kept, purely acquired sown of faith 
through the fresh wounds; of our Lords treasured innocence.
As so it is I feel ... the beauty, you will feel, and too will see, 
what it means to be truly falling in love with God, furthermore, 
as you embrace the chance again ... .To view, and live moreover 
even greater as you look, openly upon these things,  coming to 
know and accept the Joy that all God's creation ... already 
knows, and holds up for you each day
maturing and arriving, 
in the welcome found adrift 
and proving within the honest winds, 
offered, to you through the love of our Lord 
swirled up today here, and now, again just for you ...

~
Because I 
believe 
"Love 
is hopeful-
awaits patiently-
openly believes, 
because it knows 
grace always provides, 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the opportunity".
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Loud gunshots ring out
hunters aim to bag their mark
deer season again ... . Sensing 
trouble near mother calls from 
meadows edge protecting young 
one ... . Spirit of the fawn...

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Clock work spiders are climbing up my wall ‘sticking in their nasty pins so none of them will fall,
As one of them lifts her leg and begins to spin her steel , 
another scurries closer...

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Clock work spiders are climbing up my wall ‘sticking in their nasty pins so none of them will fall,
As one of them lifts her leg and begins to spin her steel , 
another scurries closer...

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THE CIRCLE OF FEAR
 
It's a world of creatures, great and small,
Living is for all, both big, small, short & tall.
The crocroch, trembling & tiptoeing from the store,
Would scurry away, at the slightest crawl.4

Afraid of...

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LOVE FOR GREAT OR SMALL

Many eons ago, in minds far superior to ours
from a past Man never knew the earth became habitable 
before the savage became Homo-sapiens
visitors had come from unknown worlds scouting earth for...

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Inspiration is soothing.

Like a breeze that lands it’s crisp wings on the perspiration on your skin.

Like a deep breath after holding no air in your lungs too long.

Like a long awaited cup of coffee you’ve...

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Shabbos Table True Fable
Our family "Heimish" setting,
Replete with 2 lighted candles letting,
Blessings, my wife's "Emunah" truly abetting.

6 days' worries & scurries set aside, allayed,
2 lights cleansing in noble "Dr. Suess" style displayed,
Candlesticks' "Curved Art", due...

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my soul is the shape of a bloodstain
poured there by Nadine Maraschino
my right eye sits
in the ruby voodoo goblet
that she wears upon her head
Nadine was a 3-toed egg laying harpy
from the cauldron of shame
but she...

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laying there out in the plain,
out in the plain alone, 
watching the clouds one by one,
watch shapes in the sky go by,
i fantasizing of fairy tales
the ones my mother would share,
a red hooded girl skips...

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Cuckoo Dancers

Discarded dusty beer bottle lying dormant on the tracks
Commuters await their carriage
Adorned in business like macks
Trees sway in gentle breeze
Capable of more tension,
Performing their shedding of leaves
Far too many to mention.
 
Pigeon jumps on pigeon
Mating...

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The lights of the city reflecting from the aqueous pitch, pavements in a kaleidoscope of colours create a melancholy ambience for the few who venture within. The city is transformed as the animated bustle of...

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If you go downtown early morning
You can see the shopkeepers setting
Old treasures on the sidewalk,
Writing their welcomes with chalk
On little standing blackboards,
Inviting you inside their stores.

Honeysuckle Antiques has its window
Filled with newfound things to show,
Local...

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Bought and sold

Come listen, come listen to this winds final gasp                        ...

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Alice falls in blue hole dizziness,
bedraggled in white-smocked dress,
bloomers, too-high
knee socks, medusa-spread
of dirty-blond hair. Her nastiness hovers around
the royal-red throne with its pink-flamingo-
legs distress, playing cards
floating in 52-card pickup,
white rose with a heart — indicative...

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Mother Rat

The queen of common suffering
is a pregnant rat.
She lifts a perfume atomizer
from a dumpster-

for its chandelier glint,
lilac smell,
mint vodka taste,
soft squeeze-bulb feel,
and 'pfffit pfffit' sound.

A good mother steals with all 5 senses.

She has fifty...

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Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)



Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears

while prayers are...

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Marty's Diner is a cozy rendezvous for folks of this wee country town.
People come from miles about to enjoy the fixin's fer which it's renown!
It ain't a fancy place - I s'pose there's maybe a...

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the fluffy combo of yellow lab &
something else that 
you just can’t put your finger on
(let’s say 80% of the prior & 20% of the latter)---
he sits at the sliding-glass door,
poised to pounce---
ironically in that...

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