Long Soled Poems

"Who Put Luebella down the Wych Elm?"

There are rumours
about me, some 
come seeking me
with their geiger counters
and ouji boards
with their heart 
shaped planchettes

unanswered questions
in the woods, crackling
within the sounds of leaves
invisible dead things speaking 
underfoot...

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“le livre bleu” 

Terabytes.
lonely poets, writers, 
musicians and artists play here,
they wear masks that cover
vermillion dripping smiles
over sharp little wolverine teeth,
they drown their sorrows in their muses -
contemporary little monsters – Still Life, 
they call...

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THE HURDLES: 

Explain this won't be a devour,
As all this while you considered a diva.
He'd set hurdles, Eva...
Which's breeding woes and fever.
I know you understand that's not trivial,
From the university of life, I have become...

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His thick-soled hiking shoes
tread too loudly
to celebrate time's homing invitation
to hear and see, 
feel and smell resonantly hidden diversity
within Spirit's wooded ridge.

He stops to break from sacrilegious pounding
plodding echoes
reverberating through ears attuned for inside voices,
languaged...

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THEIR PARADOXES:

Even Heaven knows,
As they say words are cheap.
There we go...
As a matter of fact, it's so deep.
Guess it's shown, and it's scoped?
Yeah, it's such indeed.
Sketching images in many minds lost of hopes.
They spreading paradoxes...

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Tomorrow it will be a new start she said as a vow to herself.No more broken promises and tomorrow's that never are to be realized.

Today I plan.First thing new tennis shoes.Then shop for fuel.No longer...

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I entered paradise through the elaborate crevices in my mind
Meditation was the door to the place I had never visited before
I entered a forest and was overwhelmed by the jungle canopies.
The infinite sky was blurred...

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THROUGH A LATIN ROCK HAZE!

Grupo Pagan
gave a Latin/Rock clinic: driving rhythms,
complex melodies, sweaty adrenaline, and
earthy vibrations that plowed through the
crowd at the Greenwood Winery on a perfect
summer evening like a long-haul, fast freight
thundering through the...

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The man lept from our balcony row and landed directly on Tebow and K'Vnulash, who began to tongue kiss passionately, realizing their final moments were at hand. It was not a gory explosion, but one...

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Upon the rustic walls,
Laid a shadow, shadow too dry.
In the trees beyond, laid the carnelian of fall;
And I stroll away, into the vestige foliage ply.

In my little cabin,
many boring days had flown by,
but it was...

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I noticed the uniform, and the heavy soled shinny black boots
Not the man within it, I apologized.

I remember the clean fresh smell of maleness, as they stormed into the house,
Broken glass, ripped down hangings, a...

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Remembering Mother on Mother's Day

While I was growing up,
I remembered
The time my parents
Bought me a brand-new pair
Of rubber-soled, hi-top, black
Canvas running shoes.
To say I was as proud as a peacock
When I donned the footwear,
Was an...

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Big Marty Milano

Blue-veined sausage nose
slightly off center
toward the right side of
a florid cop face
white-gloved hands
directing traffic
to the piercing rhythm
of staccato blasts from
the black wooden whistle
clenched between his teeth

everyone called him
Big Marty Milano and
he conducted a...

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Afraid of the rain, I don’t want to be... I’ve emptied Pandora’s Box on my bed.
It’s 1: 23 and I didn’t mean to do it. How could I do it again?
 How stupid you must...

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I could have fallen
Stepping down the hill slope
On the slippery roots
Not wearing my work boots
Just rubber-soled sneakers turning down Main.

A new-balanced moment
Walking back to my room
By tenement house-caves
A descendent of slaves
Hammers his clapboards shut to...

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Way back in the nineteen fifties
When Charlie grew out of his toys,
He fancied having an active life
So he joined the Teddy Boys.

He wore drainpipe jeans, a black drape coat
And a shirt with a boot lace...

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Life’s elusive beauty slips
But slips not quite away.

When there is nothing to hold on to on
This slate grey day when every voice is muffled
With nothing to say

When nothing is of substance all
Lines blurred in the...

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Another older post.....funny how some material things represent success....these red-soled shoes certainly do exactly that to many women, including my grandddaughter (maybe she'll get a pair if she graduates from med school)- so here's to...

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Through thickened woods and thorny brush
I chased the elf in silenced hush
Around intoxicating pines
And mossy-covered hanging vines
Taking care to mark the way 
With petals dropped from rose bouquet
My distance safe from prying eyes
And forest creatures’...

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He traipsed toward my face.
My grey, imperious majesty.
Impervious to strong fingers
and rubber-soled feet

His face set, hard as my stone, 
bearing a load as heavy as avarice,
hungry comes my challenger.
This conqueror of realms, 
remains of breakfast...

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Higgins was the worst Math teacher,
and that year I was his worse student.

Higgins had loose blubbery lips.
When he taught long division or algebra
his words were full of spit
and phlegm.

Higgins had big feet and he carried...

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I was the moonlit night of lapid love
Some confused lores of a tortured mind
A tongue to tell, to speak of truth jogia
Then to live in shades of encumbered lies.

No soul enamoured in this wide world
That...

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Yearning to dance, he went
to a discount store with
very little money to spend. 
He needed new old shoes.

He’d been saving to buy beer
that evening, and aftershave,
and a ten dollar ticket
to a singles’ dance.

Loneliness would sometimes
crowd...

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almost every day
before the sun’s first blinding ray
clouds are touched by warmest hues
displaying their splendid red-soled shoes
each a ship of cumulus shape
far and high their tops will scrape
grayness off the blue domed sky
heralded by a...

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A story in The Times about
Admittance into clubs
Discussed the people who’d get in –
No luck for average schlubs.

You have to dress in certain clothes
And have the right cachet;
If not, you’ll not get past the rope,
No...

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