Long Slats Poems

ON MY MOTHER’S PASSING

i wanted to keep my mother physically with me
but it would be like trying to hold the sun
like in life she still shines brighter than any star
is as gentle as the finest...

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It is an unseasonable March day.
My kitchen blinds are drawn against morning sun,
their slender slats like new skin protecting the body's vital organs;
eyelids before this rose-covered tablecloth as though the blooms
are the pale larvae of...

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Three points of ionic invisibility, drawn off the charted map
Of realism or reality, the calibrated compass spins out of 
Control, then suddenly freezing at polar northern degree!
Within the gravitational shift, a rippling vibrational influxes 
Occurs,...

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We danced in the downpour

The rains falls
not hard, more of a drizzle
this late Winter night
leaning on the light post
across the street,
watching the light in your window,
glowing slats through mini blinds,
outlines of your silhouette,
damp steel seeping...

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(dirty dental deeds done dirt cheap,
yet...aye value, treasure, revere...those
loosely fading cutting edge com man 
dubble size memories.)

(Witch role an 
   unavoidable mandatory phase),
that nowadays breaks the piggybank 
   like a dropped...

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The walls were made from old slats of wood,
That permitted the sun to prod through the gaps, where it stood.
Rows of wooden seats made in the same fashion,
Created by an artisan that seemed to lack...

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Pigeons flutter in the park
eating refuse from the grass.
Noon comes; the hours pass.
Leaves fall; the sky grows dark.
Silence reigns throughout the park.
A crumpled headline, forgotten toy --
and then, -- and then a far-off bark.
In the...

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I rested my weight on the dated metal green and white glider. I moved back and forth listening to the cracking sound that the glider forced out of the patched slats on Mama Ruth's front...

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A Day In An Ordinary Life

    By Edmund Siejka


Watching TV
More out of boredom
Than anything else
He allowed his imagination  
To drift
Back 
To when
He was a teenager 
Sitting in a darkened movie theater
Lost...

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Ursus Maritimus ...

I entered your world in quietude, slipping through the granular, soft.
          Long slats to feet parting the frozen. Cold of a previously unknown
 ...

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(witch role an unavoidable mandatory phase)
that nowadays breaks the piggybank 
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod assent if offspring  grown, 

   or ponder new found challenge 
...

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How empty can an inbox possibly be?
Not unlike a door..... practically off at hinges
The paint is definitely peeling
More than one shutter has fallen astray. 

One piece at a time

Have you ever seen that?
How old houses....
...

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Let’s go skiing ! Said my wife 
It gives you such a thrill
So off we flew to Canada 
To face the bitter chill

We took a bus from Calgary
To Banff’s National park
Found our hotel, went to...

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I stare at the world through slats in the blind
Which are partly obscuring the dazzle at times
There's nothing particular to spot there today
As even the birds seem to have all flown away

But once in a...

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I can’t walk out on this feeling,
The fat lady has just about sung the
Ultimate aria of her own selfish pain and loss.
The duality of my desires schism through my heart
Like a fuzzy scalpel, cutting and...

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My dearest, sweet Daddy
I wish Australia wasn't so far away!
I can't just "pop over" to say hello
England is on the other side of the world
For one thing there's the cost
If the subject of money wasn't...

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My first girlfriend was Verda Lee (who I still miss),
feels OK, though I'm sad now, we never did kiss,
her folks left town, no notice, could not stay in touch!
Both too young to write letters, and...

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November air pours in from the dark island night
Through our Caribbean windows, 
A sea salt breeze, an exhale, white cushioned wicker chairs
Window slats turned out 
And I turned in, a white nightgown
A full breath in...

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Nuremberg, Nuremberg, I’ve done nothing wrong
only followed orders, the children only song.
First it was the word, next it was the book
then it was history, surreptitiously they took.

From a child’s birth, others choose the way 
raising...

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The...the
the indescribable
kicking of 
one's plausible pulse
is usually described as
swallowed
infant-swallowed -
a swallowed collectible
a practicled'd 
particle of
something. Yes or no...!
Know - I know 
a nothing is
it's...it is...
something'd 
allowed and advertised.
Stut...stutt...stuttering
move 
my 
emotions 
forward 
and - yes. No!...

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THE OLD COVERED BRIDGE

Late fall
Country scene
One birch, close by, already bare
With a taste of frost in the air
And this sturdy, old, covered bridge – this haven -
Strong tiled, tightly sided. A few slats still thrive...

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OCULUS  

Is…

…about the MOON, its power, its mystery, its simplicity?

Its light is soft a pail reflection 
Of its son. 
The one always on the run. 

The moon is an oculus of cold white a...

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Dust rises thick with grim, sweat drips from rims
of drug-store eyes he wears to spy. 
A parting of the slats, which dangle by twin hooks
This Moses at the sea
will look, and count, to see who's...

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Shadow Muse
              by Odin Roark

What’s a scrappy old ghost to do
Whose graveyard fantasy
Has long passed?

I wander streets and alleys now
Still a companion...

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Mission half completed,
I’d watch from behind a tombstone quite a distance away,
the crowd gathered around my accomplishment
for someone else’s final resting place.
The cortege carried the coffin laid it at rest upon the slats,
tired repetitive words...

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