Long Shunting Poems

Saturday, September 23, 2023  

Coincides with first day of fall
and Autumnal equinox for said year,
where colorful splash kindled like tinder.

After I riff flecked about thee August
Autumn Equinox 2023,
this seasonal polymath teached you 
fall Equinox...

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I

 
Take out the caked grimy faucet plug

Let those unseen crawlies dive and duck

                     ...

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Soul, slow down your flight
A kindred soul dare to delight
In  your tryst when you hold her tight
 
Savouring every breath, every moment
Shunting aside pain and torment
Shutting out a callous comment
 
When your priorities say...

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I riff flecked about thee august
     Autumn Equinox 2018,
     this polymath learned why,
September Equinox
     will be at 9:54 PM,
    ...

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breast cancer runs rampant within me late mother side
whar moost every female diagnosed with emotional ride
into the depths of despair where metastatic cells pried
their way into the appendages whar din o suckling provide
did initial sustenance...

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born under the sea, an irresistible force
  two bodies reluctantly embrace, shunting, shifting, tectonic drifting
  alongside the southern Iapetus Ocean
  equatorial deep-time child of Laurentia and Avalonia
  journey northward, surfacing, submerging
...

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I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation 
                     of words cascading from a...

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Butterflies and Dragonflies

Butterflies and dragonflies flutters in daze,
all around, remaining oblivious to the maze !
Their little world of nectar, pollen and flowers,
giving more than it takes as it squats and hovers !

Seem to know about...

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I.

Rushing ocean, rushing
Forward, and tell me 
Where my name 
Began.

Where the sand became
A divide,
A father a friend,
A partner in suffering
Bleeding together
Through a sad, sorry 
Kitchen in a cabin
On the beach
Where the water 
Rushes, rushes towards...

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Heavy the hoods of the eyes
  that laboured the scan of horizons
Heavy the course of the thoughts
  that sat unstirred on the sill of the stare

Heavy this ancient bottomed nose
  sitting in...

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From what I am, i have become, or what i vaugely think.  
so sing my song to play along with the team who thinks i stink.  

i cant become, not even more, than...

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Tail Trauma

I’m a Cat (fancy that) and my tail went all droopy.
When I came in with it all bent, it sent my oomans loopy.
She started making phone calls, he put on shoes and socks,
They shut...

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Variations on the Malay Pantun : The Old Man and the Short Story - X -XII - Continued

  for Georges VOISSET, the "Master Keeper-Nurturer" of the Malay Pantun

(The pantun line varies between 8 and...

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It so early it's only four o'clock and it's dark on a freezing cold and wet morning,
A man with a cap rings a bell to let us know times getting on and dawn’s dawning,
As the...

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They called him Morgan Dempster Morgan
And he wore his name with pride
Though he didn’t have a heart 
Just selenium cells inside
And he took all his food
From the wind from the sun 
Gathered as he cruised...

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			Stock

Lines derail trains made from stern stock
    shunting worsted words in wagons to and fro
cabins depleted by looters piled on dock
    signals distressed faces not any more  

	forefathers...

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Clickety-clack! sang the wheels on the track 
slowing into a dead end shunting yard; 
crawling aboard as the baggage gets stored 
amidst groans from the red-faced station guard.

Scored by the nasal growl of the tannoy,...

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I could write you a blank cheque
To fatten the purse you adore
In the morning in a cash prayer you partake
A major part of your adopted folklore

Which despite tons of reticence, silence and patience I dislike
To...

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In the middle of a sky so blue
death came suddenly, sullenly.
Schräge Musik to my ears,
the sum of all fears in that
late October sky of brilliant blue
when I, one of the few, knew, too late,
the fate...

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We ran in the green field, playing with shadows in the summer breeze.
We watched the swallows skimming the grass and darting around the trees.

The flow of the river tickled our ears. The splash of water...

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Hunger comes back like a dagger
on face. With iris and fingerprints.
Live, fluttering butterflies, stuck
on lampshades. Wrecked, frozen, the ending
of seeming. Men in cages.

They were diluting the culture.
Chlorophyll siphoned off. No color,
no sprouts. The roads were...

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