Long Smock Poems

Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham
There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining the Middle Ages, perhaps even longer.
My pals and I back...

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Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken and rustle.
Bristlecone pines ever sway slowly,
while pockets of air blush...

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Centurio Romanus sum,
et nolite flere non commovebitur.

I am a Roman Centurion.I do not weep or tremble.
But I have wept some bitter tears before this end of week.
Yes, I have wept some bitter tears hot rolling...

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His ramrod back, his brill-creamed hair 
and waxed moustache gave him a certain air, 
a certain dash, and a military bearing. 
His speech was clipped. He walked his stick 
with sergeant major's flick.
His corduroys ...

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In A Suburban Paradise

I was to spend hours on my bed 
writing short stories in 1967;
with my left leg dangling over the left side, 
I sat on the right leg,
like I was some nosy bird...

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Could it be that two city streets meet at a portal
of awakening that leads to enlightenment?
May your next frontier be "Inter-Be" discovery.

Nearly forty years ago on July twenty-fifth,
working in the center city of Philadelphia
I was...

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Dear trafficker,I am on the run
With face emitting fear
Worn in clothe surged into rag
By the scissors of rape
linen scars
With the screech from angry nails;
narrow escape.

Do not ask why I run
Like a prey dodging the hunters’...

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Day pulses within budding blue eyes.
She lays solo in the rickety bed -
a hand-me-down from a cousin removed.
Dust bunnies swirl and dance overhead
in the early morning sun, beckoning her awake.
A chill in the air sends...

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Working for Snarl-Mart

By Elton Camp

Snarl-Mart’s lots to blame, I suppose
When some local stores had to close
The places run by Mom and Pop,
Slow sales just made them stop

Snarl-Mart can sell at prices retail
For less than they...

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Many an angel does wear white,
Though the flawless, blinding, perfect cloth
Is seldom a part of the celestial uniform.

True angelic attire is as often as not
A bloodflecked smock
Inhabited by a cranky, caring cynic
Bent on saving you...

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Mona Lisa why?
Mona Lisa loves sunshine
Rather, speechlessly cries… Why!?

See her left side’s show?
A scared girl’s face through window?!
With her straight blond hair does stroll?

Looking at the sky!?
Where darkness swivels to shine!
Strangely with enormous fright!!

Weirdly, heaven’s...

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Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night
and decide to take a long walk 
so I slip on my shoes and my very best hat 
and of course my flowered soft smock

I'm all set...

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My mind is racing 
Racing around it won’t stop 
Cant stop 
I have to write I can feel the words pressing agents my brain
Yet when I lay pen to paper the words don’t want to...

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I’m E coming at you from the darkness
No light can penetrate the blackness my mind indulges in
Like smock from the refer ill seep into your brains through your earlobes
Spreading rotting thoughts no sanity can over...

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Most of life is spent in
hope for better things yet
expectation of what is to come
or anticipation of what could be
and while this is good, even necessary...
Focusing on the few
more “memorable” moments
misses out on much
of the...

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Lavender turkey eggs amid purple straw hat
With fake turquoise frosting, 
She sits next to me in the hard pew
What kind of sugar ants will be parading up here now?
For I see this is real frosting...

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For Vera, Leanna and Leslie

Today in church I was rapt as I listened to the words of the pastor,
As she spoke about the death and glorious resurrection of the Master!
But I must confess that my...

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When I was just a nipper
My Dad used to take me to the barbers
The Barber would put a board across the chair
so I was higher
and he could cut my hair.

It struck me
how the barber was...

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11/9/21


If I crossed the line
Then I apologize
Almost lost my mind
A lot of times

Mental and physical battles being fought
Still lost
Smoking pot
And drinking lots
Another day and night went by, I forgot
What I wrote and did before the...

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With the last strokes of night
All the troubles of the day will faded from your mind
Yet they will linger around me like smock
The city of ruined grips me like the black death her self
Yet their...

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Lined face and hands of leather
   Her body punished by blazing-hot weather
She'd worked the fields for 50-plus years
   Her energy drained, along with the swamps
      ~For...

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She was an orphan with an ax to grind wanting nothing from no one.  
Gifted with flaming red hair and freckles she was quite the eye full 
Each day she ducked around in rubber...

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As I walk the sandy beach,                             ...

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"I want to feel love"

He tells me

'love doesn't exists'

I tell him

"You don't understand"

He tells me

"I have no family"

'You make your own family'

I tell him
The thing I don't understand is why everyone jumps to conclusions
They assume...

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Typical chest-beating testosterone
Braggadocios tales
of digital conquest
Wannabe pick-up artist
paint the Don Juan canvas con
lip sly palate best
Locker room omission
of depleted ego transmission:
	  repeated clicked dial tone
Boastful teen wolf puffs
ain’t saying piggly much
Nothing burgers be flipping...

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