Long Sheeting Poems

After the five days of sweltering heat
I look up from my writings
as the sunlight falters 
and the skies begin to darken.

I step outside and gaze
at the lowering clouds,
feeling the wind freshen and gust,
tussling my hair...

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Trump’s not “great,” he IS fat, his morality’s more like a doormat
To Satan than ‘shining’ example of ‘City on Hilltop!’
His base ‘chokes’ on swill that he feeds them, his fascist black ‘Colors’
Would crucify freedom! “Fake...

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STOOL MATTERS--
O' crap, whatz wuzz that~!!
Oh, I stepped in and animal excrement, 
specially that of common domestic
 farm animals left in pasture used as fertilizer
Solid matter discharged alimentary canal
Protective covering

~

Excrement, especially that of common domestic...

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Teddy Bears on holiday.

The Teddy Bears marched one and all
Smartly through the Hotel Hall.
With Ted in front Freddy last
They raised a smile from all they passed.

“Look lively now” was Lionel’s cry
And moving quicker they did...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky...

Read More

Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky...

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Outside my windows is sheeting rain,
Yet inside I wallow in pain.
The grey silk curtains hang on their rod so still,
As I place my head upon the windowsill.
If only the sun would shine for only a...

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THE   CURSE   OF   FOG


The curse of fog
Descended while our boat was  wearing,
Before we had time
To  fix  our  bearing : 
A last glimpse of lighthouse far,
Final...

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I peer out through the rain-dashed window
Upon a dark December day.
The gathering gloom my view does hinder –
All is dismal, dull and grey.

No firmament, just threatening cloud
Above the doleful dripping trees
That loom behind a misty...

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comes forth the rain, riding a cloud
bucking, straining, fighting the reins
snorting, cavorting, brassy and loud
comes forth the rain, riding a cloud

rambunctious colt, kicks loose the drain 
landscape obscured, wrapped in a shroud
water is sheeting, down...

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Flighty menacing display

Revealing lazily at first

Patience for 

The eye to perform


The vulgarian within

This firing, booming whirlwind

Is hazardous and rash

While still precisely creating

Rare sights

Bemusing the consciousness as Strong while stunning

Mysterious colours flourish


Sheeting merciful liquid

Craved from the...

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Bird song perks in the mind
as the gray haze drenches the horizon. 
It becomes harder and hard to think.
The monochromatic hours pass
from felt gray, slate gray, to black
And repeat.
The furnace hums. 
It is the only...

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