Long Shooing Poems

                                Precious Moments

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Four Short Poems for the Apocalypse

Poem #1 – “Reality Bites”

Feeling so hopeless.
Feeling the loss somewhere inside.
I can feel it, but I don’t know quite where.
Reality bites.
Feeling so awkward and sad.
I knew it was bound to...

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From sunup to sundown
it was indeed a weird day;
it seemed as if the sun rose
wearing dimming shades
and as if the wind had been
blown off course or locked out.

The bold-green leaf trees, hedges,
shrubs, and lawn grasses...

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THE OLD COVERED BRIDGE

Late fall
Country scene
One birch, close by, already bare
With a taste of frost in the air
And this sturdy, old, covered bridge – this haven -
Strong tiled, tightly sided. A few slats still thrive...

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Feelings that is just inside;
Something's that you can not hide;
Why?
Why? Lord. . .
Touch me as a morning breeze;
As a summer Sunday shooing June memory;
Mine, 
all mine;

Let your arms of mercy wrap around me;
Wrap around me...

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We dived on coral reef, my buddy and I,
virtually tethered to stay paired.
He was obsessed with clown fish.
I kept dragging him away,
to see other things.
He kept poking hands at colorful
anemones waving tentacles in the current,
shooing...

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Chalk eaten paper, unrolled on my floor
Stiff shoe paperweights holding it still
I'm on my belly with green fingertips
painting the backdrop for the next scene in life.
There will be oceans, for who doesn't love oceans,
and there...

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By myself
I sit in the dark
Eyes open n still looking inward toward this heart
Observing this whole picture back from start
Listening to knocks from skeletons that's locked
They bang all day n night
I on the otherside plead...

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First light and her shadows angle silent, long as the crawling ivy
Tuck themselves away beneath, underworld of stem and leaf
My eyes so cold afrost, fall like flake or feathers lost, upon the yawning flowered garden
Up...

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My Muse 

This muse – personal trainer of my pen,
 This restless spirit pacing in imagination’s sanctuary,
Gathers fleeting moments into anticipation’s tabernacle
Swaddles divine laughter, brooding gloom and holy fire
With scented leaves from her perfumed garden
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He prowl very still across 
the calm merky waters 
I can see him and he can 
see me with his big yellow 
eyes his pupils are lime 
green slowly he crawls not 
even shooing the...

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I was once yours

Take this photo for instance...a toothless girl on the back of two legs.
The folded side is you!

That day we shared an ice cake sitting on the bench.
Then I went running, shooing the...

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Yesterday, 
Wole-ola wailed home from the farm, 
hot on the heel of his father's maimedness.
"The herders chopped his limbs while shooing off their herds from feeding off our field." 
He exclaimed with anguish splattered all...

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People like spokes of a wheel
Streaming in the church on a Sunday morning hill;
The preacher talks of the prodigal son,
While the gathering ends in a reverend song.

And Mama cooked a roast on Sunday.

The smell of...

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Oh the Works He had done in being followed night and day
The Savior, God's only Son as for the World's sins He'd pay
There finally with a moment to sit so to rest His weary Feet
Perhaps...

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There it stands, desolate and alone
That roofless shell where the winds
Still whisper of the past
When  scampering children's squeals
 And wheeling seabirds' cries
Rose thinly through the air.
A thatched croft  from which a healthy living...

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I've been called itsy bitsy,
and it's true I am quite small.
But that's just in relation,
to you, who are quite tall.

No one stops to realize,
how hard my life can be,
I'm an itsy bitsy spider,
Matilda, that is...

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To these sheets where water broke I sit,the 
shivering silence with me spoke the tone so 
broke and empty,the night so merciless and 
senseless the world became,mind playing 
games of  what happened,what's happening and...

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The skinny boy on the street, 
Begging for a penny to eat, 
Stood hungry by the cake stall, 
As he heard the Baker’s call. 
One day, a plumpy kid with shiny shoes, 
Hearing that call,...

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It's morning and just turning light.
The streets are still of traffic
without a soul in sight.

The milk as been delivered
and papa's letting free
the horses from their harnesses
then he'll set himself for tea.

He hates to make the...

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the voices are particularly loud
today, they taunt and plague me with their pleas
the label I hide on the wine bottle
they ask me if I'm drinking yellow tail

I take another swig, and then one more
step cautiously...

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Above Looking Down

Above the earth floating on air,
In gas spheres, upward extending
Lackadaisical without care;
Storm clouds brewing time for shooing.

In gas spheres, upward extending
Seeing creation gone amok,
Storm clouds brewing time for shooing
And seek shelter from the...

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Snug in the corner I saw the lad lie,
Fire in his belly, a cork in his eye;
And wordlessly sleeping, a-snooze in his bed,
His words, when awakened, go straight to your head.

Alluring to look at, golden...

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Spring has grown old on the brink of summer 
the swallows having arrived in time have finished 
restoring their nests now jump up past my window
to their home above right under the roof they love...

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