Long Skillets Poems

My toilet was a hole outside
                             ...

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The generous character-carried-by them good-old-girls-and boys down-home country-copper-
roof-all filled-up-silos-wheat-turbines waiting ready outside the barn deer-skins pegged down 
low the greater-story askant-of curiosity carrying the pureness of a child as to why... . 
Smoked-up hickory-honey-bubbling bacon...

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 It is those things such as these-yes... . 

Like remaining on mute because your staying in tune with the close
captioning of the news set up in the picture in picture TV on the big...

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Sometimes it's not for me to always speak
Things that have pressed and pressured me
I believe
By gracefully spilling this rhyme
In time this time a creatively piece
Will form and grant me what is needed
Like cop with no...

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William Sawden

1893-1917

On the southern facade,

Of the Golden Rule Store,

On Greenleaf Avenue to the north,

There is a single window,

On the third floor up.

Behind the white half open curtain, 

Facing south and southwest,

A sixteen year old boy,...

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“Chameleons”

Chameleons
many shades 
of blue 

pretty beautiful
things given time
change their colours

not so 
delphinium
belladonna blue

Blue sky 
hypnotises
blooms 

face to the sun 
smiling to
wave Apollo in 

subtle fragrance 
the wanting need 
to get closer

around their 
feet, circling geckos
5...

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Leading you!

Close your eyes let me show you the way
Not a hit movie or child's play
Let me reveal some things to you this day
Answer questions family feuds pass my days
My ways are better than yours...

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The skillet hung near the old wood-burning kitchen stove.
Aside from her family, Mom considered it a special trove.
With that blackened old pan she prepared delicious repasts,
That in my judicious opinion will ne'er be surpassed!

Ah, just...

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as the afternoon rushed by I was lodding a U-haul for it was time to say good-bye,
hot seeing how late July brought monson rains with no where to hind,
two hours into it a short temperd...

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I am the master of my fate - William Ernest Henley


Universe shelters deceit in crimson reflections of hope

Why and what now where to on the star studded path

	I long for orange shade and purple caress

Self-soothing...

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Her world is a paranoid marketplace.
Fear is the zeitgeist and panic her shame.
She’d married her psyche to a dog whistle pimp
Who’d promised her he’d drain the swamp.
And sure enough, he did. 
Drained it right into...

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From the bottom of my heart
I thank you honey bee
for all that liquid gold
that's bought and sold
Your precious honey from your tiny womb
Yes God bless thy fine honeycomb.
But sorry for stealing
your liquid of healing!

And thankyou...

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The Ducktwirt sat fudged in mud.
The gills rippled in worrying curves.
Danger was near.
The Quagmire Sea was no joke.
Skillets, Searpuckers, and Throttlecocks 
Ravage these waters.
Ducktwirt's don't stand a Wormblat's
Chance in a gungle reef.

Then came the Zoomer
With...

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Content With Tears

Oceans have high salt content
Moons are cold and dry
The sun is not the place to fry an egg
Iron skillets evaporate from such heat I hear
Back on Earth things seem to be alright
Generally speaking,...

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