Long Sprinklers Poems

Everything of Yours Must Go Now, Even If It Burns

I write about my ex a lot,
we didn't talk much, but our tongues touched,
we used to have sex a lot and 
it was so hot that it set my soul ablaze, 
and no, it wasn't...

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You Can’t Take What You Can’t Give

I’ll handle the rejection as a merit in my spirit, as I did once when I was a kid. 
The townspeople will turn all of the sprinklers on when spring has made its arrival apparent...

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Soccer

Lisa and I had been watching some boys strut about, as they played soccer, in their little shorts, in the freezing cold. It’s an old animal story.

The game ended, or it was intermission and about...

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A Walk In the Garden In Moonlight Part 1 of 2

( Song of Solomon 4: 16 )



We Walked In The Garden At Midnight
We Walked Thru The Garden In Moonlight

Among Azealeas & Verbenas & Blue Jonquils
Sweet Honeysuckle, Yellow Primroses & Daffodils
Among White Phlox & Orchids &...

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Painted White Houses

In the small town that I grew up as a child, streets were neat and prim.
Trees lined up in rows of green statuesque figures. Children playing, riding bicycles, roller skating in the warm summer breeze....

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Dragon Finds a Patron Saint

Dragon was having a bad time; nothing was going right, one day.
First, he tried to cut the ribbon for the new library… in his name.
A breeze made him sneeze, sending sparks going, you know where.
It...

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The Homeless Two

Two children walking down the street.
Seven or eight years old, the most that they could be.
Looking through the garbage for something to eat.
They found a half eaten hamburger that was thrown away
This treat would make...

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In the quietness of dusk, when shadows stretch long over the fields of memory

In the quietness of dusk, when shadows stretch long over the fields of memory,
Memories rise like reflected ghosts, wandering through the labyrinth of thoughts,
Taking me back to the times of childhood, when backyards were boundless...

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Elite Street

It’s great to be a member of the global elite,
   The bean poles in my garden are standing proud and neat.
Organic veg is thriving thanks to ample bags of peat.
   I...

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Wild Bees

I resign myself to a half sleep, to the evening news, and a tepid cup of tea
to old habits, engrained, and a familiar old routine

As the news, tonight, unfolds,
it is there again, to chill the...

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A Beautiful Fall Morning

Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew 
Blanketing a lush, green...

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Stardust Sprinklers

From whence we as human civilization
began and came into existence
Still very little do we actually know to
this day
As only a partial bit of our history is yet 
to be uncovered
And is then left up to...

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Eric and Jaws

The Two goldfish Eric and jaws are swimming around in their bowl on a glass coffee table located in a small apartment block just south of Manhattan’s lower east side .
they begin a conversation about...

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Memorial Day

Because of you
we can get up every morning
and go to work
run errands at lunch time
drive through McDonald’s
fill up our gas tanks
and make it back to work
just in time

Because of you
we don’t have houses
we have homes
where...

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Listlessness

The mild pace of my brain
Around fancy words like tamer and solace
Calm like a crystal clear lake
High up in the mountains of Tibet
 
Bruno could do nothing but stare
On the tragic haircut of Jebediah and...

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The Traveler and his Purse

Daylight shouts like madman lurking on the roof
And I could hear the early morning train from a distance speeding like bullets down the track disturbing the
village people with its thundering horn
And the sprinklers lying flat...

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The Melting Pot

The humid air sweats streaming curls down the toddler’s flush cheeks like Fusilli hot from the stove. The golden ringlets cling to her forehead, bouncing like Slinky’s in front of her, blue-agate, eyes. The backyard’s...

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An Angel Smiled At Me

An angel smiled at me today,
I almost passed her by.
A tiny little slip-of-a-thing, swallowed by an oversized coat,
Face hidden by wind-tossed hair.

I wasn't thinking of whose she was,
Only that I was running late, vaguely annoyed...

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Summer Breeze Please

Summer Breeze Please
10/8/2018

Summer breeze, whispers on the leaves
Flowing through my day
Reminds of child’s play
Sprinklers on the lawn in the Eve

Woken early this morning
Sun streaming through curtain
Slowly still I’m yawning
Early morning dawning

Roll over stroke your cheek
Warmth...

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Bees

Surrounded by seas of green, grassy waves, 
my antenna is tuned to the hum of the bees

Alfalfa grows here, with a nectar so pure
that it takes me again to the shore of a field

I dream...

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Schizophrenic To Disco Lights

 [Bass drop]  
I saw the lights—red, blue, divine,  
Thought the cops were DJs droppin’ beats in a line.  
Sirens wailing like synths on fire,  
My brain said “dance,” my legs...

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Let Love Embrace Us All

We could build desalination plants 
get water up to rivers irrigate the land
the farms are dust and dying
we can't depend on rain

Take water from the ocean's
and let the salt remain
would help, to keep the balance...

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August Sunshine

August Sunshine

August sunshine feels different
Than sharp newborn rays
Of afternoons in June…
Round,
August sunshine tells
Of ripening
And growing large –
Laying still
Watching the breeze tickle
Mature birch leaves
Until they quiver
In delight
And dance.

August sunshine is about napping
And waking
Waking and pausing,
Seeing the...

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Swells of Consciousness

Between the ground and the sky
a glittery orb floating in the sea of gems
It is a dream of gliding on an azure floor
Upper and lower snow clouds
Floating with me, dark and sluggish
The twilight faded evenly.

Illuminating...

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When we were 7... 8,
We knew how to appreciate
Autumn breeze brushing leaves
Summertime and short sleeves
Sprinklers sprinkling spring lawn
Naptime after big yawn
The simplest things were great
When we were 7….8.

By the time we turned 15
We needed impressive...

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