Long Shimmies Poems

On the plane I meditated or at least I tried to.  Most of the time I get a seat to myself.  These days it’s just a ****ing Greyhound in the sky.  I...

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As I watch the rain coming down in measured bursts onto the dark waters of the vast bayou.
My mind notes the watery circles and bubbles that trace alligators asleep in the slough.

I check my lines...

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Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice”

(Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem)

it’s you and me baby inside this gliding duster
this ’74 green plymouth cruising machine blasting
spit fire and gasoline...

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IN MY VAGABOND STATE OF MIND

Everytime I caught myself buried in overwhelming
responsibilities, feeling lost, trying to stay sane,
I always sank myself in my vagabond state of mind,
dreaming of being on my own, free like a...

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The village festival is almost over
But anticipation fills the night air,
For the pyre, now lit, soon will be blazing-
Yet it’s not the pyre that keeps everyone there.

No one leaves as they wait to see Leyla-
The...

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FOREVER SHOULD  BE SPELLED FOUR EVER
    BECAUSE, BABY, YOU MIGHT RATE FOUR MONTHS AT BEST 

Baby, this is forever like Never-Neverland
Where frowns and tears are forever banned
No sorrow because forever is...

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Fall is the most beautiful time of the year for me, with its blushing  
Apples and fruitful trees dressed in zesty rubious healthy leaves with       
Luminous fruit hanging...

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Sitting on this roof,
seeing the colored lights in neighboring windows
finding frosted panes in abstract happiness,
as winter’s wind howls about my face

Speakers blare in cramping holiday tones,
(What’s so wonderful about it - this time of year?)
Shingles...

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You walk down the halls with chatter illuminating every corner you walk through
But it still feels as if you are by yourself and only yourself while your mind is filled with thoughts you would never...

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 the sun still shimmies up every morn
meanders down at days end

the moon fills the nights in various stages

morning streets are bombarded by struts slow and fast

cars sigh their usual obnoxious yells 

sleep eludes me
tormented...

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Hot chocolate hot chocolate I like it sweet, at Yule time I'll drink it then take a back seat 
beside the old tree where Santa I'll meet they'll be cookies galore for St Nick to...

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The millwheel will not turn again till spring
for Winter’s icy cold grip holds it firm.
She squeezes it like Her private plaything,
though Her crushing power is but short-term.

As shorter days subtly lengthened; the sun
slowly began to...

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She Dances in Her Blue Dress

She stands beneath shimmering clear soft lights 
in subtle beauteous of elegance. 
A faint glimmer sparks in her eyes ignites 
an idyllic aura anxious to dance.

She wears a flattering blue...

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(Inspired by dance steps from a belly dancing class I once took!)

She rolls her pretty head from side to side
while, raised above her face, are slim curved arms.
Brief pose. . . . She’s readied to...

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Tom Cunningham has declared war on the elves this year,
The ones who hacked Santa Claus' computer. and I fear
the naughty or nice lists were mischievously reversed.
I'm very sure I heard Mrs. Claus gasp when Santa...

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Draped over the land like a ghostly shroud
a blanket of morning mist
morphs into rolling banks of fog,
soft as an eider-filled duvet.
Dawn rebukes night's claim to darkened skies,
and armed with chisels of light
sculpts ebony shadows
into shifting...

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THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT

Outside snow is falling on the ground,
And the temperature is tumbling down,
It's that wonderful time of year,
When family and friends gather
To close out the year,
There's a magical feeling in the air,
You can feel...

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