Long Sizing Poems

One day not so long ago 
I walked
Never alone
For the world 
Is always my home

It was a late
Spring snow
Yet I felt
Invisible red roses
Offering sweetest perfume
To my nose and soul

There’s such warmth 
In snow-filled winter
No bitterness
No...

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I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a dog on a short leash, into the forbidden citadel, the...

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(An Echo Poem)

 

Poet’s Prenote:

This is a new poetic form that I have invented (I think)? I call it an Echo Poem where two stand alone poems (with their own titles) are given a new...

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Sometimes everything seems fake to me, and I am so tired of people acting like they remember what love is. 
Everyone says it. 
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” 
No words are...

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This Year’s Champion

It’s the last of the snow
Spring finally arrived
Time to get ready for battle
Time to get my little hands 
On my bag of marbles
Way up there since winter
Abandoned on my bookshelf
A droopy, limp blue...

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on this stage
 as i face the struggle within
 setting the past aside
 i've grown used to my indecent hostilities
 transfixed by the sadness of poverty 

i tire of the disappearance of life
 doing things...

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It was cold again that winter evening.  He could not remember how much time had passed, 
since her family went away. Almost three years he reckoned, judging from the passing of the 
season, and...

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Startled by the pack as he awoke, he froze,
eye's darted back and fourth, Dam!, no where to go,
a mists his hazy wake a shadow drew near,
he sensed familiarity, but move he did not dare.
The shadow...

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Before commiting to battle,
A wise warrior reviews the odds,
Determines the likelyhood of success,
And judges accordingly...

In my younger, gang years,
I at times deviated from this basic logic...
Such as the time I and fellow member,
Barry Bernstein (knicknamed...

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It’s the last of the snow
Spring finally arrived
Time to get ready for battle
Time to get my little hands 
On my bag of marbles
Way up there since winter
Abandoned on my bookshelf
A droopy, limp blue velvet bag
But...

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i love the early morning rasp of his voice
the birthmarks and burn scars
midsummer skin
i love the sticky rash of lust
the way a heart ticks until it implodes
the sugar soaked kisses

i do not love the way...

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A stripped continent
N a input a dominance
Tried to feed a them a civilized consciousness
By rapin our history til the condem spilts
Held in bondages
Wonder where is the lord we suppose to be so fond of is
Black...

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Do you see the two about to kiss                           ...

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My dad built a house on a hill. How exciting to climb to the tippy-top then look down upon the roof, and dog home, the bean garden, and to sled the slope in Winter white.

eyes...

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I bent down to pick up a penny from the frozen ground.
I could smell myself, the acrid stench of sweat and soot,
the taint of vapored vagrancy
that marked my movements, masking me from the reality that...

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"I dream of Candy!"

Sweet cakes and peanut butter squares 
A living diabetic's nightmare. --  My heart 
sings to the beat, Under the Neutron Star Crunch
Sweet sugar cookies and peanut butter bars

Taunting whoopers, 
Dancing dum...

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My son and his family drove down from the big city,
out to the countryside with open fields and steams.
They brought their standard golden poodle along, 
a curly-haired fellow, name of Timmy.
Timmy had never seen a...

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The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)

Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but...

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Melanie: Why would you want to marry me for, anyhow?
Jake: So I can kiss you anytime I want.

Sweet Home Alabama

THE KISS

See Rodin’s sculpture, sumptuous or a stiff on the shelf.
I have to inquire about the...

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Slaves to Perception….
 
Perception is influenced by probability judgments formed on the basis of earlier actions performed in similar situations
 
 
And I think I know
 
As much as I know of a triangle and breathed in the number...

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As the summer sunlight hits
the surface of the lake
I am transfixed by a million kaleidoscopic
sparkles making  the water look like
a silver-blue satin sheet
complete
with thousands of winking diamonds
upon it strewn
like some cosmic boon
an ethereal treasure
a...

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Twas the night before Christmas at the Alberson homestead.
And all was well now that everyone was warm and fed.
It warmed my heart, truly a sight to see.
The lights and decorations sparkling on the tree.
So there...

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I always knew you would belong to me one day
And knew too that there would be others
You and I could never be forever…
Moving from shop to shop I’d eyeball parts for you
Sizing up what you...

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Warm Heart Warm Hands

Evening fell with blizzard snow along the lake
It had turned to a thick smooth sheet of ice
Shades of gray black set in with the twilight
Ghost images of swirling snow
Changing forms and shapes...

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Sizing me up
Full of hope, a pair of brown eyes
Expectations
That I do not know I can realize

An idealist, is what you are
The ‘me’ at the end of your sight
Far off, who I am is too...

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