Long Splitter Poems

And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War

Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," President Abraham Lincoln was shot.

President...

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What's that in your hand?. Let me see.. He said.
It's a picture; that`s Chuck; he is my friend... I said.
You pick your friends kinda young, don't you?... He said.
No, that was a long time ago....

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless...

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Remember Me

Cold wet coastal today
I escaped
Sat myself behind a sanctuary
The rain beating rhythms
On window panes
Hot coffee and brandy
Warm inside The Athena Café

Radio spends its missed tuning
Hissing tinny tunes
Love songs
Of losing
Love songs of having
Love sings
Of wanting

Blank...

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We were told at a young age,
capitalism is long-term better
Got the short end of the slave trade,
now everyday I’m feeling fetter

Working the industrial fields,
come rain or shine
Breathing factory fumes that kill,
half-life expectancy 
	was the pyramid...

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My bladder behaves through the night
Each morning my flow is just right.... 
But throughout the day 
There is hell to pay
It's bursting; I cross my legs tight

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON

Ladies and gentlemen please feel free...

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Blushing Russian and Triangle Affair

Trump our minds likes to be littering;
Us suffer from experiences debilitating;
False accusations making not quitting;
Loose orange hair and logs often splitting.
(Can you imagine Trump like a log splitter
who was Lincoln not...

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Have not thee raised thy ugly self
A killjoy upon life's shelf 
So much that thou art truly known 
By both the young and grown 

Thy rays a burden to my face
Which bringeth forth no grace...

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Urban jungle roosters,
born-again scarecrow,
to untutored city eyes,
tawny pipit stonewall  nester,
jet black Inca dove bereft,
of dovetail on a croque monsieur,
idle bone grub crawl,
mother hen to sandy brown,
and velvet bill gazer,
from an nearby creak,
recent rural migrant...

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My current days are trails paved abhorrent
for I wail money twisted and time blistered
within knot plots I cannot get untwistered.
I live as a searcher of dollar measure flexers
and as an oh what should I do...

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Pedants fume helpless and seethe with rage,
But linguists surrender to the age,
Media always misuse
Commoners to confuse,
But rage not, time has turned a tired page.
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It is the age of freedom, free for all. Words are used...

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I put my brain in a blender today
It was my right hand that did it
The dominant one
In one forceful bash
I reached in and pulled it out
Bits of bone and bloody brain
First stop was chop
Little pieces...

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Shivering shards sliced through my sullen system. 
nightss nag with naissant nightmares
mornings moved as malignant monsters 
trust twisted in tabescent thorns tearing within me
I ignored prayers, mindfulness and Jesus above 
I believed in money and...

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A polite rain
joined me briefly
before heading uptrail
to leave me standing, alone,
in a suddenly steaming forest.


I wrote this on a hike in the Adriondacks to  to Mt Marcy, the highest mountain in New York State....

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From 1998, I was born while my existence was pronounced a fluke
Evil twin, though an age gap, I sat myself flat after physical abuse
I salute to the man who fouled my head off a saw...

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Lumpers gather, clump, fuse, combine and meld.
Splitters separate, divide and rupture.
The Lumper's huge nuclear fusion bomb 
    makes bigger bang by fusing hydrogen
    than Splitter's uranium fission bomb.

So where...

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A pile of dead branches lay on the ground,
Once proud, now forgotten and dead.
I drag them, with the tractor, off the side of the hill,
And dump them by the side of the shed.

Then the chainsaw...

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Need Rehab on Cold Slab

Could be because I became a crab;
What we really need is some rehab;
For while waited;
Was reactivated;
They found us lying on a cold slab.

Jim Horn

My Goodness and Great Lord

Oh my goodness and...

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an invalid
an invital
cast a clearing on
could not only part a sea, 
but more likely the trees
big bad mountain splitter
clear a path for me please

hid away in slums of heaven
formed a gang of impressionable heads
fools didn't...

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Within this ink is a taste so bitter
Warn you though I am no quitter
I don't follow fake pomp and glitter
Find within me a devotion emitter
The crosses your bearing, I was for her there log splitter
Replacing...

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Tip tap splitter-splatter , 
Goes down the rain.
Flying down with a clatter , 
Creating brooks along the lane …

From the dark , fluffy clouds... 
Descending with the breeze..
Exciting the overjoyed crowds , 
Swaying along with...

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