Long Slushing Poems

At birds' eye view, from an icy frosty windowsill,
8 stories high: I see a city forest full of snowy powdery
pillowy packs that is spread out making a white-out
of black streets lanes and piles of pearly...

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I remember younger days
 when the bright sun's golden rays
melted those old blues away
 Bright and green when life was spring
hitching on the robin's wing
 so much to do so much to know
and now life...

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I insisted the jubilee amiability
to stir up with twilight-ed spirit
zeal of desires aroused 
as the silverly rays crowned me
to pour out the gilded spirit.
Earstwhile crimson years
With some bichrome days
My glazed tumbler seems to reflect
those moments
as...

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It is an impressive break up.
The maestro conducts a symphony that
crushes eardrums with locomotive rumbling, 
thumping, bumping, and dumping 
of large chunks of cracking, crackling 
crystalline ice pushing down river.

	Hundreds of tons of ice come...

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For my muse, I choose the euphoric source
Of my most transcendent -

   Lovely
- Muddy 
 Memories. 

Perceptual flashes? slosh slushing 
Approaching an untamed blue-green pond
Just your average amphibian gone blonde.
In sunshine or windward...

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I thought of you but did not know how to write
All the things collecting dust inside a heart
Since the walls of boyhood crumbled, and we apart
No longer come slushing through the mud tonight.
I have kept...

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Weather respite
Now just winds and minor flooding
SLUSH!
The human animal begins to believe
There is a God after all
Oil and dirt soaked snow outside doesn't look so bad
After all    a spell indoors has restored
Pride...

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Harvey

I sit in my chair

Lovely music playing;

Afternoon sun shining;

Birds filling up to roost.

I look out my sliding doors;

The ferns are lush.

I hear a baby cry,

There is a sloshing sound,

Muscle sore boatmen 

Never giving up.

Just a...

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Distinctly extinct, the last mink is on the brink, toes curled round a spring board over an ice rink.. the warm blood of his family slushing the surface and resembling candy, no way out but...

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FLASH


      Frenzy flash of feelings forgotten
     long lost, hidden, faded frozen
     yet thawing slushing
     crushing , blushing 
...

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Where the cold winds come tramping through the woods
And leaves fall like dandruff from the woodland hair
Where memory retraced broken stems and seared buds
And white mist meanders more than mist upon the air
Where the roads...

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One Hundred And Fifty Eskimos.
.
A hundred and fifty Eskimos in town
It’s freezing cold and throwing it down
Hands in pockets heads down to the ground
The cars rush by with a slushing sound
.
The river is flowing a...

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Walking home, late at night
Heels clicking dully on the pavement, muted by the snow
Softly falling flakes, silent cold shroud
Even the passing cars are reduced to no more than a slushing sound
Pools of streelight serving only...

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