Long Sluice Poems

Spring equinox arrives March 20th, 2023 at 5:24 PM

Despite what outside temperature registers
(even absolute zero), the official arrival
of spring occurs, when thee eel hip tic
of coe phish hunt holy Mackerel
becomes tangential to barenaked ladies 
barren...

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The Castle On White Otter Lake

That rustic, old log castle
Stands facing the lake.
Built by hand, by one man
To acknowledge his presence,
In a changing world, he felt
He could not participate in.
And so chose to live like...

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Nature made convenient sluice, 
when pool water did wend
     down the gentle slope 
     describing gargantuan wetsuit vend
 
er steadily chugging, chiseling, 
    ...

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written on time’s page
                               ...

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Soul, slow down your flight
A kindred soul dare to delight
In  your tryst when you hold her tight
 
Savouring every breath, every moment
Shunting aside pain and torment
Shutting out a callous comment
 
When your priorities say...

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7/22/21

People continuing to show hate
As if they themselves are so great
While the planet continues to rotate

Boy you need a lot more than Colgate
You thought it did, but it carried no weight
Don't make me, or I'll...

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Why, why, why? Is all I ask
Do you send these folk my way
They're not the ones I'd choose myself
But I attract within hooray
You must have plans to work me Lord
Have I really gone astray

I try...

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Hyperthermia can be caused by standing in slip streams in sluice dumps. It never really fails if ice water can run a lake from a rusted tap. And the mid morning broken by the drip...

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6. 
i am to be blown off on the first bombardment 
then it is to be flown 
in the crowd of  fire-flies 
on the bushes of the scented-lemons 

and it is to see the...

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(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- 
Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone)

With a flam boy hunt deft jais nais sais quois 
firm lickey split...

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I.
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Paulette knew he'd love the present and
Excitedly watched as he carefully took the box
And opened the lid to reveal, her heart inside
Crepe paper surrounded it, gently holding an
Echocardiogram of her love for him

Only last month,...

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Brainstorm cometh, damning frontal hemisphere
jamming lookout, noggin perched, roiling thinking
uber wayfaring zealot, drills legendary phalanx.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *...

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High athwart global sphere
planet Earth doth app pear
tubby totally tubular as a mere
twinkling gem devoid of lesions from hare
brained schemes to exploit near
Gaea, where

legions of self aggrandizement tear
ring into all four corners   
...

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he was making so much turbulence

that he needed windbreaker trousers

his farting more than gas from cheeks

but a fluid blown attack on decency

and common sense in torrential times


full of ..it he let go off all inhibition

and...

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Tongues loose, tongues in a hangman’s noose
Wag without care to declare nonsense
As wisdom salvaged from the sluice
Where nonsense whacked common sense 

Lost in a sea of error whose terror
Harmed victims concealed by protagonists who opted...

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Hereabouts the thinning glades
Of sparse grey Birches:
Brackens crisp copper tresses 
All aglow;
Gently waking Snowdrops
Lift their sleepy heads
From leafy beds of woodland moil,
When tucked snugly up,
Out of intrusive sight and just 
Below.

Fondly the slowing bend
Hugs upon...

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Written: September 08, 2023
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In the realm of fearless pranks, we meet,
Where weakfish lump and teardrops greet.
A sluice of inducement  we embark upon,
With words that excoriate as a lethal swan.

With a droplet of grit and...

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From a metre of cellotape one can actually fashion a spear. To fashion is neither fashionable nor cosmopolite it is merely to work an object into a work. And to work is to toil so...

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There is a sublime pool of intersecting streams. 

I wade that wet like watermelon's green. 

Citrulline el citrine my cisterns be clean like the water's Maxwell.

The soul is luminous and gloomed by the taste of...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Sixteen

Who dreamed this dream also dreamed he was dreaming all alone:
Tail-end swish of winds barely pulled up the lukewarm afternoon
Cob love-bound with pen from Down Under clad in...

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despite what outside temperature register 
(even absolute zero), the unofficial arrival 
of summer occurs, when thee eel hip tic, 
barren, ass hymn tote, ova hottie, foxy, 

Earthly, scantily clad, bomb shell nubile 
babe, bra zen...

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The hillside stained
in bloody mindlessness
yet nurtured with tender care,
tend heady dreams
as yet to be invented,
besotted, many virgin souls
fragmented. An awesome
power to wield, a thousand moods
to create, the sluice gate of an
intellect to be prised, an
ambiguous...

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A worm blew a hole in a basin but no froth came. The froth had gone outside and was playing swimming games with the pieces of straw. No remarkable remainders of a barely bitten straw...

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Like a scouting ranger
The cowboy's flower will
Be my secret messenger
To show how much
I cared and do still

I never told you how bad it was
How much I missed you
How I drowned it
How I almost came through
Like...

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Outside the sanctum, clenched teeth, tension, 
    a sense of being spun slowly, in comical ocean drift
    Bobbed cork barely able to rein my orientation. 

   ...

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