Long Southwards Poems

III.
So came the pattern they would embrace,
each spent two weeks a year at the other's place.
The dates sometimes varied on her schedule,
but each made sure that their time was not dull.

She got some bigger roles,...

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* Paid my heed my friends for the frost giants begin their march southwards, 
    * and their hounds of winter ,shall Slather and bay awaiting direction from their masters
  ...

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Rather lost, they stare over the divide,
how best to circumnavigate this obstacle?
They can see a path gently sloping down
but it is far off to the north two days ride.

West is back from whence they had...

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A lovely oaken doorway
in an old creaky shop;
I stepped through one day
and saw a bunny hop.

A sleeping faun
lay upon a rock,
in hours, predawn
he wore a red frock.

By his side lay golden panpipes;
the daisies had lulled...

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Measure of society by embarrassment,
being a part of that state establishment.
The informed shared interest that knows,
wasters that claim to be the institution vows.
Bound to rigid ness and as politic direction sold,
crippled down industrial economics manifold.
They...

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Nineteen nosey newts nudged nasty nautical nannies
Eighteen eager ermines excitedly edged everyone’s ego 
Seventeen sacred slugs sat sideways searching seagulls
Sixteen slippery snails slid southwards sipping sangria
Fifteen flowery foxes fell forward fondling fuchsias
Fourteen frantic fleas froze...

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Have you ever known a skier’s mind
when the leaves turn yellow and red?
As frost forms before the drive to work
and the lawnmower is put to bed?
When all you feel is a bracing chill,
and southwards all...

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When we first met, in love we used to glide
on waves of bliss like pairs of sunglow swans,
now we slowly totter,and try to hide
our orthopaedic socks and thick long johns.
We still hold hands like back...

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Why square? I wondered
Drifting together in a stream of faith;
Broken promises, shattered ambitions, hopeful desperation and the misled
Like a river we flow
Revolving, spinning, orbiting
Here, at this very place
Here lies the direction for those who seek
But...

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Creaking, cracking, booming…

You hear the sounds before the bridge,
mountain quiet amplifies it,
step out on the old iron truss,
and a mess unfolds before you.

Creeping, slipping, shearing…

Long breaks in what was once smooth glass,
seams by the shore...

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Logs stacked by a decaying shed;
scent of burning embers from chimney’s
wafting past my face;
I breathe in the crisp evening chill.

The woodlands, a palette of color
waiting to be laid out on a canvas
by my bristles;
VanDyke orange,...

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The summer day I stood outside
And lifted my face to the sky,
Turned my face to the sun,
Without fear of consequence;

The busy December morning
I ran through the snowstorm,
Laden with packages
And stopped to feel
Snowflakes melting on my...

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Cruising southwards to LA from Sac
a midnight filled with songs ‘n Luna, 
light-etching hills in a black infernal…

It was a leviathan’s back on which I
felt the tires unrolling a chilled grief ~

Owlish-full, a hypnotic moon,...

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SUMMER MOMENTS
Long,lazy days,dry and warm
dozing on the lawn;
shadows flicker
across my eye;
blown on the wind,
a brown butterfly;
my fingers reach 
to touch the sky,
swallows, circle,
then southwards fly;
large round spots
splash into my lap
down my neck 
raindroplets,trickle;
Summer,shaded gold
becomes monsoon,
berries...

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