Long Skating rink Poems

The Alaskan Oil Pipeline

Nineteen sixty-eight confirmed the year
Of discovery by ‘Humble Oil’
To North America’s largest oil field,
On the North Slope of the Brooks Range;
A west to east Northern Alaskan mountain chain.
An area forty miles wide...

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I know you're not here

but you are in my heart 

so 

you are always with me

i'll just slip into you

with these words.
 
I know 
there are mountains
dwarf the cities below 
peaks that stride above the...

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Bygone Days
Written: By Tom Wright
4/3/2007

Remember the slogan
 “Haskell is moving, are you pushing?

The railroad depot stands no more
In the spot it occupied for so long.
Instead in it’s space, a Homeland store,
But in my memory it...

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Amélie Beth Harris -McGeehan

Acknowledgment of birthday gal,
whose invaluable priceless worth
exceeds more'n a bajillion dollars.  

First born of Boyce and Harriet
(both long since deceased,
albeit cremated whereby their ashes
- cremains scattered to the four winds)
in Paterson,...

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I was was born in Ottawa, Canada and have lived here all my life and have 
never wanted to leave.  It is a beautiful city rich in historic architecture.
It is located where two rivers...

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rain hitting the asphalt, the cracking concrete, water weaving
its way down the overpass. Residents cover up with plastic,
a conflagration of yellow light on garbage bags
hitting tree tops, branches, leaves old and new. Boughs
sagging with the...

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Okay.......so you winked at me....I winked back......!

Like your art work........very cool. Love to paint and draw myself....although have 
been on a self imposed sabatical for the past year.........any interest?

Sylvia      ...

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The sky is red, the sun is black, im riding a roller coaster, but my mind is off track. Theres lots of ups and downs, smiles and frowns, even kings placing crowns on the heads...

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when on a lark, this primate shut his eyes
   until sight formed slits doubling up as a wink
this earthling stared hard and scrunched brow
   unintentionally mimicking,

   the familiar Auguste...

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Black Sun

The sky is red, the sun is black, I’m riding a rollercoaster but my mind is off track. There are lots of ups and downs, smiles and frowns, even kings placing crowns on the...

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I was born in a snow storm,
and for that very reason I seem to love winter
with all the lovely filigree snowflakes falling
from the sky.
           ...

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Ottawa the beautiful-
                in the province of Ontario . . .   in Canada
    at night...

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"Rock Chick"

Verse1: (yah! ohh!) I'm a rock chick who doesn't mess around/ What the frick is 
wrong.don't you understand(get it)/ No/I don't like pink or the roller skating rink/ 
But I do like orange and...

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hidden in my memories is a playground ...
    where I played ... as a young girl with my friends
      I remember it so clearly like I am...

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Uprooted and windswept in the storm you caused
I was aghast and asunder like a sinking boat
the last straw was placed and I drowned
it was your slight that I simply could not fight
you tossed your royal,...

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The Saint John River rolls along 
Under skies of baby blue, 
Touching lives of country folk 
Just the way it used to do 
Before the war to better times, 
When steamboats churned and church bells...

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When I was five, I played
Around other children
At the park 
On the west edge
Of town, where the gray concrete slab served
As our skating rink.

I recall
Their presence, but not their faces-
Their laughter, but not their smiles-
Their...

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It was 1949.  
Slow music was playing on the radio.
A young, handsome fast-talking 24 year old named Dick was driving around small town Iowa in a yellow convertible with red interior, feeling pretty cocky...

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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."

                     Quote...

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(N.A.A.F.I.  =  universal store, found on
every British military base)

On some bleak airfield on some Cambridge fen 
(that awful winter - 'forty-seven, I think) 
my mother, novice servicewoman then, 

crossed parade-ground like a skating...

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Traveling through the Valley in my old car
Passing by the rubble that was Saint Ann's
Wondering what is happening to the valley
No more growth, I guess God had other plans
An empty lot where Saint Mary's school...

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It's good to be modern, don't you think? 
Bowling alley, skating rink. 
If we moderns want a swim, 
we drive our cars down to the gym. 

We've mastered plastics, studied steel, 
no fears about tomorrow's...

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Blindfolded, he takes me from the car through the humid air of August. He holds my hand, and then surrounds me with his arms, when small obstacles appear. He brushes the hair from my forehead,...

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Driving past our old home on Glenwood Avenue
Memories came to life from my childhood days
Going over the park, Mom. I'll be in before ten
Got a game of hide and seek. Everyone plays
We'd take a bottle...

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The coldest season of the year,
             Up toward the northern hemisphere, 
           ...

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