Long Sloshes Poems

I know you’re happy,

Guess I’m stuck bein’ me,

Guess I stay missin’ out on chances that I couldn’t see.

But in the meantime,

Keep your head,

And know I’m doin’ just fine.

You know, maybe I’ll get lucky and catch...

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Every year it was brought down from the garage rafters.  Green metal frame and 
springs, green canvas with white fringe and a little green pillow.  It was laid out, hosed 
off and erected....

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Urges ushered Est’bel out of her abode –
a cottage cobbled together from cobwebs and clapboard – 
and she scuttled forth,
her nesty hair tousled
by a leaf-laced breeze

In her bony hands she clutched
dregs of a nightmeg broth
in...

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I take a sip of pinkish liquid – White Zin.
Will I be able to drive home now?
The goblet seems much more fun than it should be.
I am horrified by her fullness. It shocks me. Too...

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Communications among organic creations
of sacred EarthMother
are overwhelmingly rooted
in nonverbal
nonviolent communion

Complex evidence of things
within relationships of feeling
and touch,
creatures seen
and heard,
recreations smelled
and tasted,
cognitive awareness of purpose
and intuitive integrity for meaning
sacred smooth full-wombed
woked mindedness

We are, together,
at our best,
on...

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fear seems to be the cause du jour
fear if it all just ended
shapes us like quivering jello molds

fear of the landline
tapping into our heads
fear of the landmine
careless gifts from the feds

electric shivers
primal and oozing
forgetting ripe...

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storm, weight of rain sloshes
o’er the sides of the acrylic tub
thunder of strobe, eyes blinking
slashes of screams, disaster —
utterance of lips, gutteral
door jammed, eye to eye contact
with the lion and lamb; the owl
on heights of...

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(my fashionably late xmas greeting
could long foster for this century 21 a meeting
of thee poetic minds pleasantry sent once
   boot not worth reap peat ting).

up in the air
mine barrel sized girth 
 ...

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Breath of Fresh Air

She is a breath of fresh air
The kind you don’t meet every day
Her long and graceful fingers are filled with (bling)
From the men who loved her before.
She is the kind that makes...

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Our brains are fragile things, seventy percent which is water, 
and It sloshes around in our skull. Sixty percent of the brain is made of fat.
There are one hundred thousand miles of blood vessels in...

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The sea is a wild feast -
my heart in breast beating.
The sea, a hungry beast,
tug of war competing.
My feet dissolve in its wake.

I wade out to meet the waves.
Ebb and flow of friendship.
Salty air above...

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and now, colour blots whitewash on blanched wall; yesterday distanced from today’s gale—on the facade, from where, towards the end, faced face down time’s row in anticlockwise retrogression; the beginning from the end ends in...

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First day back to the job
man, this coworker was a big slob.
Store looks like a big wreck
so push the limits, what the heck.

Big orders to fill real quick
dirty store makes me feel very sick.
Dishes to...

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 Melancholia 

Sometimes my soul aches, in the morning light
Dappled as it arrives through the curtains 
My dad says it’s a beautiful day and, indeed, 
I perceive it as beautiful..trees, people 
But something cold runs...

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Not enough heat. Snow. Cold. and now rain
on Tuesday morning. traffic sloshes to work.
it is cloudy for the second straight day. the snow
was magical only for an hour. businesses might
have closed. now it's melting in...

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I'm de-boned, on my back, sun-dazed,
green water slipping under ribs.
I circle a mandala of light behind my eyes.

Pals slip through rings of sparkling sunshine.
Pale limbs dive through slowly spinning water 
while time sloshes back and...

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It’s the sole legacy from his dad.

A cup of ice cream tempts him 
more than the alluring face of
 a fair lady. Eating is his ecstasy 
forgetting the existence. 

It blooms in orange or red...

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Spring buds
Bursting
Like popcorn stuck on sticks
Raising my perspective to
Gallivant
In knee-high tickle grass
Nested
In the strew of stony rocks
Festooned
With sphagnum and lichen
Frothed with droplets
Of glistening crystal lather
Moored in glade and rill
Plundered in claggy stodge
Boggy green and juicy...

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Ah, Spring: each laden cloud more rain delivers,
that soaks our clothes and in our new shoes sloshes.
Our streets blockaded thanks to pregnant rivers,
with mud tracked in the house from kids' galoshes.

Ah, weeds: the bane of...

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The clock is turning forward next week,
as if a man-made rule inaugurates Spring,
or a change in behavior influences nature,
like a bird feeder that makes a warbler sing.

“Spring is in the air,” says my friend
as she...

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Fantasia has fabulous songs
This movie is a novelty 
Converts feelings in secrecy
My sad soul feels that she belongs

Sweet musical notes come to life
Fast images that come and go
Chamber of sweetness don’t you know 
Eliminating so...

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A sparkler with long little lashes,
this soaring star
...this twinkle twinkle little star.*

She ladles gravy
at the mini soup kitchen,
her teeny tiny wings clapping.

This fairy, a card shark,
deals out ham, turkey and tofu,
and sloshes cranberry out of...

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My brain is a drain
For knowledge, like rain,
Which pours down the spout
And tumbles right out.

My mind is a sponge, encrusted with grunge.
The leftover scum of a brainwash.
When truth inundates, a bit penetrates
And the sponge get's...

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