Long Sews Poems

God not wanting to be alone
From breath to dust, life was blown
From the dust, birthed a living soul
Man full of life, never to grow old

A garden created by God's own hands
Much to offer, a promise...

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"The Silkworm’s Birthday"





Mulberry leaves flutter in the breeze
Kookaburra brave Joker bluffs a sky blue breast 
Drops one feather for a quill, a song hidden in a laugh, no bitter pill
magic never rests, like a crystal...

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On reflection, I find myself within these walls for having played the game of mans false testimony, I chose to take the blame. I asked a great teacher, one of so many, to share with...

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dreams can follow us down to a moment captured in time sub lime
in a moment exposed to the message of tender love from a hand up above
we each go through things another door bell rings...

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I woke up today and gave my life a reflection 
The problem, the sorrows
The failure that follows 
Each day feeling my hopes are empty 
Feeling ashamed and guilty 
When I see my results crumpled and...

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I wander through my journey, interspersed with joy and pain, always grateful 
Though not by choice, some days are somber; yet others follow with abundant joy
In my solitude, memories come alive with the recall of...

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An American perspective on domestic and world events, in no particular order

SCOTUS rules that Trump’s immune
China flies the spy balloon
Starship booster landing glee
J. Assange is walking free

Bergdorf, Neiman join Saks
Our Secret Service sucks
Russia swaps her...

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Peace In The Light

I live in a drywall box
Sitting alone staring at my clocks
With landscape art hanging all around me
Its no wonder inspiration has finally found me

One day my mind forced my hand to start...

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Dear child,
Do you see the lady in the red dress?
She has eyes like diamonds
Crystal clear, sharp, blue and shining.
And a smile that could
Stop your heart cold
And then, in a moment, bring it back to life,
She...

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“She toddled in the mighty Duck
And almost never was”
Whether by design or luck
Or maybe just because

Summertime in Tennessee
So scorching hot and dry 
 The family thought a swim could be
Relief so we would try

While swimming...

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What has happened to my muse?
          It's not an easy thing to lose
             ...

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Even in the safety of the mountains…we can’t ignore that there are wars 
but speaking as a amateur poet…war doesn’t not lend itself to poetry…

Poetry weaves words of love, grace and tenderness
meant to help people...

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Born in Madrid, in fifty nine,
A military Kid, 3rd of 7 in the assembly line;
They named me Michael, but I answer to Wedge,
A Master Sergeant’s son—not much here that's cutting edge.

I grew up a runner,...

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Friendship

Id like to tell a tale all about me mates, The ones who restore my sanity. . . Removes all enemies from my gates.
The friends who remain with me, The ones who’s strength i steal,...

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Head down
The old woman sews 
A dress
Nimble fingers 
Marking each stitch
The whirring of machines
Whirling and whirling
Round and round
Threading memories
Of another time
Reminding her
Of a night
Long ago
When she was afraid 
To speak to a boy 
Sitting next...

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A thread ...
ties me to the Infinite
a tendril of sonorous joy, expressed
weaves the depth of my marrow
to all that is and was and shall be and shan't ...

O - sing, my soul, of all that...

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With God Who Is Holy One

Our God who is the Holy One,
With effort tasks will be done,
When He did come to our aid
Soil we should till with a spade.

Flowers all did brightly bloom;;
Saw beauty from...

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Lines reign rectangular beyond widely 
sombre dour density of inhabitants 
Living rendered responsible behind wisely 
secure doors definitely insure us

Neighbours harbour unfamiliar stories
Measureless textures hold untapped instruction
Sectioned protected fences forbode inquiry 
Composite dismissed in driveway's...

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A dazzling blaze sews magic on warm eyes.
Hurdles were solved, and secret vows were heard.
I won't steer the yarns while holy denies.
My cheers are shorn, and my heart is averred.
All musings are being wrecked with...

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I awoke early this evening,
Just as I had planned.
I wanted to see a sunset.
I wanted....to feel.

As I sit and contemplate
the blisters upon my hand,
I realize the truth.
That bloody hurt!

What was I thinking?
What was I wanting?
What...

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Awake through afternoons and ageless nights,
the poet waits for a muse to sneak.
His brumous mind reminisces,
frantically exploring a galaxy of words.
He looks for a lofty mountain hiding in the fog.
He looks for a crimson fireball...

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Deborah is a quilter…she starts out with a plan…
finds her different colored fabric…then stitches them by hand.

I was admiring her handiwork the other day…when it occurred to me
How each life is like a quilt….
How every...

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HERRINGBONE HEMMED

Surely she was a tailor born
Altering me with her alluring nature
And silken thread coaxed through the eye of a needle
Each stitch rich in rewards of grandeur
Every inch sewn by a hand with instinctual care
And...

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The mythical fates had a dubious task
Sewing the cloth of life for men
“How did that work?” you ask
Well, get three sisters who sew
Give each one a specific job.
When done, down the tubes you go.
Anyway get...

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Today, even the hills seem blue.
Unhappiness is just happiness ~
being torn to shreds by you.
Bartleby:  "I would prefer not to."
Lawyer:  "But Bartleby, you've got to.
Pull yourself together, somehow,
and make a copy for me....

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