Long Sixpence Poems

On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she was 46. Jimmy Carter was President and Annie Hall won...

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“The History of a Wasted Mind”

 

What goes through the mind of a recidivist
Fist full of hate and hurt marking time
Fist full of history, got down with the dirt
The History of a Wasted Child
The History...

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Gloriously luxuriating in eternal sleep

Forlorn; bereft of golden
(slippered) opportunities I weep;
Three score and four years
replete with mailer daemons,
hence mindset adrip
with self denouncing expletive filled bleep
unwritten expressed recriminations
wielded upon figurative head of wimpy blip;
decades elapsed at...

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Since childhood I was always fascinated with nature
Curious to know how plants grow 
Always intrigued by the ingenuity of ants 
And mesmerized by the coordination 
And spectacular tactics of birds. 

Birds come in different colors...

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Pausing on a late trip to South Dakota
I pulled off of the highway
Somewhere in Kansas
And shut off the lights
Reflecting that it might be good
To clear the windshield of bug carcasses
That were only being smeared 
Into...

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(alternately titled: impossible mission goes awry
probably mortal enemy cast spell binding jinx)

Both mental versus
physical tasks necessitate
laser sharp attentiveness
triggered within blinks
similarly on par when people toast
momentary instance utter silence

before more'n one
wine glass simultaneously clinks
cheering hurray, especially
if...

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Trixie Light Wing, the lovely, lithe,16-year-old light-worker faerie,
 was the first one awake in the prairie on this fine Spring morn.
She effortlessly dusted the grasses, the dandelions, the daffodils, 
and the pink hydrangeas with pixie...

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Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse,
Ran up the clock,
But the crooked little man
In his crooked little house,
Who caught this crooked mouse
After Humpty Dumpty's fall,
Could not prevent the coming
Down of baby, cradle and all!
Now old Mother Hubbard,
Checked...

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When I was a little girl
My grandfather had a tin
With a sailor smoking a cigarette on the lid
It was what he kept his medals in

He called them Pip, Squeak and Wilfred
And I asked him what...

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A cold autumn morning, 
new rains have arrived 
today not so ordinary 
A little girls birthday goes by 

she had an accident 
she awoke in her bed wet 
today she is six, a present she...

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On scribbled parchment, sanguine letters writ in blood
Of hidden tales, broken pages smeared with mud
An unknown soldier, his blood he lie
With glint of sword, his death is nigh
A scar on the body, an ache in...

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On a cold frosty night the moon hung in the dark sky like a silver sixpence,
Waiting for a bus that seemed to be hours late, wind dried my face I was cold,
While leaning on the...

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Our Christmas dinner was served,
With traditional veggies and meat,
It’s a roast with the usual crackle,
Plus gravy to make it complete.

And then it is time for the sweets,
It’s a pudding with personal pride
From a recipe of...

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Fluid Drive for Gwen   

Sleep is a many splendored ring
[lostfully] lust in sleep’s  [giant] silent loss. 
rungs of ‘nipples, climbing...[
ladder] in  [Vegas,...chest-quest 
frost, first cropped then tops
stops and sings a song...

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Oppressed is he, a coward in his house,
   A cringing serf, to the despotic spouse!
   Without a voice unless she's not adverse;
   His meagre wealth kept deep inside her...

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Charlie was dead

Charlie was dead: to begin with,
There is no doubt whatever about that.
I leave my residue to Carol for Christmas
and Little Dorrit his faithful Tom Cat.

There’s been hard times here in Bleak House,
Villainy and...

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"This is believed to be a version that I'd furthered a bit more," ... by Poet

Sing a song of gone-byes,
A pocket golden watch.
Four and twenty hours
Staked as top-notch.

When the time had entered,
The Cuckoo Clock did...

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I said twenty seven and sixpence    

Yes Janet worked with me 
She pestered me a bit
She would call me funny names 
And sometimes great half a wit

 Her girlfriend said Janet needed...

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He was The One, The One, The One
He was The One, it was true
And it would have been perfect, but for the fact
That he wasn’t just one, he was two
It was just like a threesome,...

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re-post inspired by Brenda's contest

THE HERO

Every Tuesday on the dot,I would be off to the newsagent like a shot.A solitary 
sixpence,all my wealth to pick up my favourite comic from his shelf.Not the 
Beano,Beezer,Dandy or...

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Painstakingly I gathered shrapnel from grandpa’s fields, 
sold them to the metal man who came on horse & cart.
Alas, disaster struck...the sixpence, fruit of my hard work,
slipped through my fingers, forever lost in the soil!
A...

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Every Tuesday on the dot,
I would be off to the newsagent like a shot.
A solitary sixpence,all my wealth
to pick up my favourite comic from his shelf.

Not the Beano,Beezer,Dandy or Eagle...
the Hotspur and Wizard were my...

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Every Tuesday on the dot,
I would be off to the newsagent like a shot.
A solitary sixpence,all my wealth to pick up 
my favourite comic from his shelf.Not the 
Beano,Beezer,Dandy or Eagle...
the Hotspur and Wizard were...

Read More

Every Tuesday on the dot,I would be off to the newsagent like a shot.A solitary 
sixpence,all my wealth to pick up my favourite comic from his shelf.Not the 
Beano,Beezer,Dandy or Eagle...the Hotspur and Wizard were...

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I learn lots of pleasant songs at my school,
Songs about blind mice, or stars like jewels,
And animals making sounds, here and there.
On Macdonald Farm, sounds are everywhere!

Sometimes, we sing of luckless Jack and Jill.
Jack had...

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