Long Seventy eight Poems

After the meeting, Lumi and Joulupukki walked slowly through the cottage talking,
     “I am sorry for bringing up sad memories of your parents,” Joulupukki expressed his condolences.
    ...

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In seventy-eight, my steel-stallion, KZ1000, 
   pride, wind in my hair.
Its Sissy Bar, firm tether, bag secured, 
   my wanderlust's prayer.

Where sun, snow, wind sculpt my journey's theme 
  ...

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My blood ran cold
when my grandpa told
the story you’re about to hear
of moral laws
broke by great grandpa,
that would bring all involved to tears.

It was one day
in seventy-eight,
I was a young buck of eighteen,
I felt in...

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Visualize my children and you shall look
Upon the voyage of Captain James R. Cook;
It was the eighteenth of January in Seventeen Seventy-Eight;
Hardly a Hawaiian can forget the Date;
What befell upon the Islands was a terrible...

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In June of seventeen seventy-eight
General Clinton led British troops north,
forced to abandon Philadelphia,
he now marched leisurely for New York.

He knew American troops shadowed him,
and he realized that he had a good chance
to draw Washington out...

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Let me tell you a story on a midnight journey,
To a crematorium, through an undergrowth ferny; 
At my age between sixteen to seventeen,
In nineteen seventy eight; with a dusky scene; 
A time, when, young and...

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releasing me - of minutes, hours, days - of being bored,
as age creeps into my bed, and what is left, is in my head
- providing nourishment for my soul – my spirit being fed
by looking...

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Joyce K

There is this Lady I know, I thought I knew.
Could I have been so wrong, from my point of view ?
She perceives herself, a cardboard silhouette of a soul,
a papier mache doll, an image...

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Mine fervent aspiring political activism...

Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate, 

cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as 
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma,...

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Mine fervent aspiring political activism...

Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate, 

cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as 
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma,...

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Birds of the same feather hailing from different places were summoned by a warlock. They speak different languages and were transformed into something else for their dishonesty.  For them to understand each other, the...

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I used to play with my bricks, creating walls that surrounds me
Hoping that this will protect my inner peace of this troublesome world
Hand by hand until I could no longer see,
The ground part of my...

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Darkness is all around me, where is the light?
Have I been blinded, and lost my sight?
Wherever I look, the truth I cannot see.
This is not, where I am meant to be.

How can good thoughts, just...

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They fell in love and married when she was about the age of twenty.
He knew she liked to talk since she'd already bent his ears aplenty!
She could babble at twenty miles per hour with gusts...

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BE SECURE IN YOUR FAITH but does faith source false dreams
That God's finished with you, that you've nothing to learn
Of God's infinite Love, or God's Joy is complete
In your groking Christ's blood is the soul...

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I REMEMBER THE LITTLE GIRL

BMWs shine on the lot, row after row,
reflecting the blinding summer sun of Pinedale, California.
Their windows blink back stories of 4,792 Japanese Americans
interned on this same lot seventy-eight years ago.

I remember...

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The grandfather clock just struck twelve, that magic hour of night,
And there he sits drumming our fingers musing about something to write!
He's been biting our nails and running our fingers through his hair,
Scratching his head,...

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BRENDAN AND BOBBY

Brendan joined the Provos in the spring of seventy eight
The local pub was bombed and killed his brother and his mate
Bobby joined the UDR when he was seventeen
His uncle had been murdered, in...

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Oaks, sycamores and hickories greet me in my favorite woods.
I walk through dappled sunlight, taking my jacket off as I walk.
Down the familiar dirt path, I reach my favorite relaxation spot.
A tiny brook that is...

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i've lost so
many poems
while typing one
my mind has another

done but then
when I get
back to 
that it

is gone but
that's the
poetics
of life

my wife
didn't know
how to skip a
stone across a

calm pond
so by showing
her she happily did
just that very...

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'Twas April Fourteenth, Seventy-Eight.
Lest any should repudiate
what on this very special date
the two of them were doin',

Let's for a moment contemplate
their entry to the grand estate,
the legal right to procreate
through mutual "I Do"-in'.

Our hindsight intuition
says...

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Seventy-eight
A number, a heartbeat, a nation's pulse
Freedom's rhythm, syncopated with time

Tricolour dreams billowing in the wind
Saffron courage, white truth, green hope
Ashoka's wheel-spinning tales of unity in diversity

From Kashmir's peaks to Kanyakumari's shores
Independence echoes
In the clamour...

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At twelve forty-five, the clock struck one, 
and when it had seen what it had done, 
after sixty more minutes flew, 
that timekeeper struck two.

It never learned, next to the shelf:
"Always keep your hands to...

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a day inside my mind

What to do? There is so much news
Trump, my mate, didn't do so well. he thought
 he could wing it
against a woman whose handlers had dissected
Trump's tendency to brag, beside we...

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Once upon a time a well-stacked, beautiful Playmate
One featured in Hefner’s magazine, which was first rate
bought herself a marvelous Hollywood estate
With future proceeds she hoped to create.

This was way back in the day, about seventy-eight.
This...

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