Long Slakes Poems

Tuck into the public
private seclusion.

My aversion to inclusion
includes a stub, a tub,
a carelessly careful curation,
a velvet rope, a hint of hope,
a folding chair, softened and stickied 
by foam and frothing soda spills.

A not soundless though...

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I am the real sea
A tumultuous sea
One wave hits another
And that’s me

Waves sliding, edge
Of all the earth
Edge of my childhood
Look upon my birth

Whirlpools spinning bide
In my heart and my mind
Icebergs are
My gentlest thoughts
Whitecaps are
The spraying...

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31.
              Salvation

For lack of better judgement...
I perished far sooner than I thought.
Having never made a payment
For the salvation I now sought.

I am...

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III

This is the land of the convectional rains
Which vie on the monsoon back scrubbing streets
This is the land at half-past four
The rainbow rubs the chilli face of the afternoon
And an evening-morning pervades the dripping, weeping
Rain...

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Like A Fire Cat - Teaser Taste Of Spring...
Did Fistbump With Ole Man Winter

Once again, this fella alights
this poetaster and trots out weather,
nope not cuz freezing cold bites,
this poetic instance highlights
spate of unseasonably warm temperatures

circa...

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My life spirals ever downward...
The grave taunts me with its laugh.
Death's bony fingers are affixed my throat
As the jester of my unmerited epitaph.

My angst at my ever-flounder appears
Well-earned and justly placed
Where the rabid minions of...

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This epidemic re: murderous love affair perfervid
with gruesome morbid 
fixation allowing, enabling and providing terrifying 
   trappings, whence Pandora out the lid
anger loosed by gun toting recorded by hid
dee us aide de camp...

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Second Chances
By Rick Rucker
I stepped back from The Abyss
Suddenly, I know real bliss

Recently, I went through Hell,
Now most could not tell

An event I would call tragic,
Whose effects are less, like magic.

Where once I tossed, in...

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Jacob Luetweiler

1865-1948

From Highland Illinois I travelled,

Travelled with wife, children and the family bible,

Came with stout brethren and brothers in the faith.

And my far-flung epitaph is this:

My friends, I have seen the rain!

I have held the...

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You have filled our cups to overflowing
and broken bread with your loving kindness showing
prepared a banquet of Truth upon which we dine
and nourished us with the Spirit of your wine

You do supply with the fare...

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And in the well-worn ache
of turning mourning,
there are no more tears-
for all is beauty-lathed
misery, held unswathed,
without fearing to uptake
hope's new sculpted shape.
A changeling exchanged
while flailing naked
in it's abyssal state.

And wholeness excises, to demean
only fruitless shoots,...

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Resting
The purple canopy above
Soars majestically to the heavens
Shrouding my view

I lie raised
In a caffeine haze
Deafened gloriously

Breathing to the rhythm
Reverberating through the stage
Vibrations soothing my aching limbs

Limbs which have slaved
Creating the musically Eden
Forging metal and wood
Blood...

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(Triple Triolet)
 
Dark skies announce the snow’s advance
while forest roof displays pinched edge
and angel wings begin fluff dance.
Dark skies announce the snow’s advance
as hidden lake usurps her chance
and gums her banks to form a ledge.
Dark...

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TRUE LOVE

People often ask, what is true love
It’s many things, simple and complex
No definition can adequately serve
At whatever age, it generates verve
A journey not straight, but a curve
And in its ideal form, always duplex
Even illogical...

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I like rain more than all
Phenomena of nature in whole;
Rain reminds me of all
That exists in my soul!

The time of the rains
Is called bad and foul weather,
But I love to walk on a cloudy day
With...

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The blind have led the blind 
too long, a glint of kerosene 
sparked a forest fire, razing 
wheat fields to the ground. 
Corn that burst the soil 
hit a drought that parched the fruit, 
turned...

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Lord, save this unholy Baptist!?
     Her lactation, like mother's juice,
slakes thirsty tongues with creamy gist.
     To flush her slick love-chamber's sluice,
with corkscrew thumbs, and practiced wrists,
 ...

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"Yaaaaawn," I yawn,
the morning's pawn,
I then put on
pajama pants.

Stumblingly walking,
mumble-talking
unable to do
my dance.

I drink caffeine
something obscene,
and can think keenly
once again.

Then down the lane
to work, my bane,
energy draining
spirit waning
my body's slave
until my break
which hardly slakes
my pains...

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