Long Sorrel Poems

                      I
 Remember when days were long
   and all de children do...

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The year has finally yawned and turned       
Upon a half-revealed shoulder.
A vibrancy, intrinsic to a reemerging 
Enforcement of the strengthening light, 
In its deliberate and unconcerned   ...

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Santa whats wrong with you
did u forget me
Why is there no girlfriend
Under my Christmas tree

You know I been a good boy
Didn't give any trouble this year
So tell me where's my gift Santa
Are you still flying...

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DUSTY POET

Dust before donkey doomed 
            a wicked whirlwind 
grains of wisdom wrinkle 
          ...

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The tea I use was born in Canada.
Holistic doctors told me of its name.
This strange concoction does a lot of good
with curing cancer its main claim to fame.

A nurse and doctor took its formula
and bettered...

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Through the fetid swamp we slogged
We sat and rested on a log
 Where are we?  Mr. Harbid said
On a log in Sorrel Swamp, just you and me and Ed
All along the road I thought
Wrong...

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Over the hillsides, together we burned space and time
Galloping with the wind...
Clouds took me by the hand,
Wind took you by the mane
Nothing outside our world could rival this perfect blend
Of motion, devotion, the sunshine and...

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THOUGHTS OF A JAMAICAN CHRISTMAS

I remember Christmas of yesteryear
Of John Canoe dancing with fife and drum
Horsehead would approach, it was scary but fun
And Scrippy scrappy looked like a real bum

Of Christmas breeze and Poinsettias red
Mixed...

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Her hair, blonde, is twisted in the wind.
The whipping strands are the colors
of the shinning cropland 

by which she is standing. She is alone 
by this golden feed that is bounteous; wholesome as breast milk,...

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"You drown not by falling in a river, but by staying submerged in it.”

A gentle mist
billows above the man-made pond
that spawns a rippling

sorrel-dusky brook
that ebbs and widens as it becomes
a river.

The runnel is dark rust...

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Then entered conversation wife with fright,
as Jose spoke things patron needed know.

"And you'll never be, Don Huerra. I've best sailing record of any coast line.
My times are best, rates lowest, safety record unmatched."
"What are you...

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Many many moons ago
leaving the porch
of a south-facing canyon,
I hiked to a place 
where the foothills
narrowed,

Where the asphalt road
ran astride the reservoir lake
into which kingfishers
dived at will,  
and Great Horned owls
hooted at passerby,

And crickets...

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Philosophy: A Bird has wings, so do You...

The leaf blower sweeps the damp leaves-
they swirl, spin-a congregation of tiny fluttering wings-whose colors are of light umber awash in an October apricot- gold sunset.

The dead leaves...

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I weave through the rocks of a rough winding trail
Up through the boulders and sage
Following a ridge to the top of the hill
I'm a young girl, who's coming of age

I am sitting astride a strawberry...

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Every time John Bull brings the holly 
Out of the woods
I go where my poinsettias grow merrily
To see the fire glows
Red like blood in leaves defying
The winter's coming and the cold

Every time a spruce, pine...

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The leaf blower sweeps the damp leaves-
they swirl, spin-a congregation of tiny fluttering wings-whose colors are of a light grey storm- cloud awash in an October apricot- gold sunset.

The dead leaves flap like the quick...

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AUTUMN

A brisk chill in the air
Reminds me Christmas will soon be here
My thoughts take a leap to Jamaica
To warmth and family and friendly gala.

The dark red of the trees
Remind me of sorrel drink
And the yellows...

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Cool Trinidad girls 

They running on the beach 
And they playing around 
Dancing to the music 
And singing a song

Does matter what age you are 
Or if your hair is full with curls 
You all...

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There's crimson on the trees,
And gold against the blue.
Clouds float across the sky,
Above the colored roof.

The green still hangs on pines,
Though winter pulls leaves down.
Trample them, stamp on them,
Walking about the town.

The winter hinted air,
And...

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The haibun can be a standard(where haiku etc follows the prose) or afterword (where prose follows the haiku) or prose envelope (prose para haiku,para) verse envelope(haiku prose haiku) or interlaced (chorus, verse, chorus) or verse...

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The leaves,
                  they are not crazy
            ...

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What’s in a Name

The ranch has many horses
And all have earned a name.
Through color, deed and disposition,

Their moniker will proclaim
Their value to the cowboys
That gave each horse his name.

Pete bears the name of a long...

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THE COMMONER

There are different varieties of me
In the azuline light, I swirl and twirl 
And sometimes become dim.
Some favour Bellis Perrenis version of me 
In the spring
Some  sophists are partial  to prunnela vulgaris
Not...

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If I were to stray from the straight road,
meander along twisted olden paths
let me not see an ordered place
like some new grown garden
designed by some modern nursery
to whom you must pay a hefty price.
 
Give...

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Light leavens leaden doors.

Genealogies of genocide are lost
      in long night rides through thistled trees,
               ...

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