Long Slingshot Poems

Pittsburgh, hammertown, Chuck Knoll and his boys
established the best Superbowl Era dynasty
with the "Steel Curtain" defense and the "Blonde Bomber" Bradshaw,
a defense disciplined on shrapnel and elite ego,
"Mean Joe Greene" and Jack Lambert, a compulsive...

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When Dragon was a few months old, his future was already there to see.
He’d tried to fly, with his penguins’ encouragement. Yes! Oh My! Oh Me!
We kept hearing all day long: That Dragon’s down! That...

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I never knew that Stonehenge refers to hanging gallows


While solstice gives solace as the sun dial moves forth

Many years of mysteries immortalized for sacred worship

	Blue Stones transported from Pembrokeshire

	For a giant Cromlech by magic or...

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diametrically opposing forces miscarriage 
   and abort, cancel and retry to upend Vanity Fair 
   where trump defiantly makes an en rode
gauging Bernie sanders troopers as “enemy” phalanx 
  ...

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Out of the west, amide a beautiful sunrise… came a pie eyed son of a gun.
Looking for Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster… water gun… in hand.
He rode a very slow plug, an inchworm called...

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GUARDIAN OF HAUTE-SAVOIE

At Pointe Percee, a dragon's lair:

A hotspot where no tourist stamps their passport.
The roar of dragon’s mating, females laying eggs.
Wings of rushing waterfalls, winds of alcoholic breath.
They yearn to take flight, to frighten...

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The raging passionate sun sets into the rising                           ...

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The House That Jack Built (Pt. 2)

During Summer’s sweet vacation and sometimes on a school night,
 When most were safe in Dreamland and the Village bathed in moonlight,
 Nancy would toss gravel near my bedroom...

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The hawk flies high upon the sky his dinner there to seek.
      His home the woods along the river- now subdivisions complete.
      But he’s not...

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Armadilly came galloping into Troll Lake, bent on seeking a new life, to unwind.
He’d rode out of the Badlands, leaving only a trail of blowing dust and leaves, behind.
His steady stead Jalopy had been pounding...

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DEAR SANTA, LET ME EXPLAIN


Dear Santa Claus, way up in the North Pole
Please, at least give me a chance to explain!
How was I supposed to know Dad’s remote control
Would get crushed when run over by...

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Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster, was the Sheriff of our town.
When mangy rustlers went into action, he was wont to hunt them down.
‘The Buzzard’ and his surly gang of rustlers of epically, bad renown…
Had...

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There are too many people walking around every single day 
And if you ask them who they are most don't know what to say 
You need to know who you are and how you came...

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In the padded cell of my confinement I think and feel and slide

Down a slope of reason and emotion dressed in gloves and mask

I am rebel but in times of these I learnt to follow...

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When they pleasure powered down to rest,
their twin-engine heart was beating still 
at the arterial warp speed of galactic love
With the endorphin catalyst fuel shutdown,
the rocket passion blast
was nearing impulse horizontal inertia
The space mariner woman...

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A hot breeze blew the other day, as the Chipmunk Kid rode into Troll Lake Town.
He rode on the oldest, slowest steed, that I had ever seen, a Snail called Abilene.
He came a packing, with...

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GOD’S METHODS

God has unusual methods to do a needed task,
And oft the unexpected will happen when we ask.
You’ll read so many stories within His holy word,
And here are some examples, some which you may have...

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Once upon a time, Prunella
dwelt amid a magic wood
a dainty pixie most rare
whose temperament wasn't good

Last one of her purple line
in that dreary, dreaded glen
where beasts ever feared to tread
and mankind had never been

For purple...

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Adrenaline pumping.......heart  thumping
I toe the line.......must do this in record time.
Glancing, glaring ,got to do it right.
Acetone smells........others panting ,
chests  expanding, shrewd eyes
  stare at this champion standing.
Waiting, watching as the gun...

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We had a crazy kind of love.
So full of fun, so wild.
Two grown adults who
brought out, the others inner child.

From the very first night we met.
We felt an attraction so strong.
Together every free second,
From that...

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I remember those days when just a kid,
the old ten shilling note, and the odd quid.*
Teddy boys in their drain pipes, fur collars
smelling of nicotine, street wise scholars.
Conkers,* glass alleys* and comics as well,
bow and...

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Miss Kitty Purrfect entered our Troll community singing on a cold winter breeze.
Her tortoise mount ShowGal was white, and danced with every note and key.
Her voice rang out in purity as she sang to the...

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Being who I am
			It appears that I am ...


A thinker cogito ergo sum
        A Feeler therefore I am more
         ...

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"Slingshot"



two morning stars
watch the world
of man collide

two lions roar
one paints the sky 
with tears

the other 
thinks it reigns
winning wars

immersed in blood 
winning souls, covenant
two morning stars

one bright 
the other 
feels no shame

both roar
with open jaw...

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Adapting the Craft

			My father looked up Zealot Street
			toward the mountain where ore
			buckets hung to cart the coal.
			“Don’t go near the mine” he repeat-
			ed, the chant of elders who fore-
			warned him of the dangerous hole.
			He’d just...

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