Long Squishes Poems

I walk through the field of green 
  	My feet are bare and the grass squishes underneath me 
	The rain is falling like little pebbles soaking me in beauty 
 	I breathe in deep...

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A silk sheet of black covers my head while I am sleeping and seeps into my skin,
Reaching my brain and interrupting dreams that are far from reality’s reach.
Slowly, surely, on soft feet.
Creeping up on me,...

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Hungry for sure
We sat on our seats.
Hungry we were
For 'Cat In The Hat' eats.
Sally and I
And our fish on a date,
Wondering why
Such a long wait,wait,wait.
We were hungry and late
And the wait we did hate.

But after...

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Take off your veil o beauty,
  your moles can't hide your sorrows and nudity,
    is the longing causing quiet and peace?,
      you will arrive again and...

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To See It With Open Eyes?

What is wrong with everyone?   
Every time I turn around, 
someone is accusing someone else of being a racist.
What is this racist thing?
Is it a disease of some...

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balls of lightning 
scrape the darkness
off my bedroom window
desert hills illuminated
thundering growls 
of a grumpy giant 
rumble through the night
while my pillow squishes
against my chest
like you
loud huffs and puffs
scatter twigs, leaves and dust
across the concrete
sky's...

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Always subject to my teenager whims and complaints
Subject to my harsh words so casually thrown,
At blame for things for things you truly couldn't help
I say I can't express my emotions to you
But it is only...

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All I want for Christmas is a new everything
I really don’t want to come across as overbearing
When I say everything I mean just toys
Just want to be one of the boys

Have you ever sat on...

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Time by the ocean is a special luxury...
rejuvenation of spirit, mental cleansing,
physical relaxation and revitalization

Scent of the ocean air...
the first indication we are near
and we savor its smell... 
actually find it stimulating

Walking along the beach...
waves...

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Hand in hand two sprites on a magic flight      
with wings of crystal glass and fairy light 
they flew, inside an abstract sky of white  
wing to wing, one...

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I.
At Bredinsburg Road Cemetery 
the fence pillars 
stand arched 
on each side 
where the empty space of 
shoulder bone meets shoulder bone.

II.
I tread lightly
here,
tombstones
white chipped shale
scattered and tilted askew
flat like deli plates  
tossed wilily...

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In the kitchen, pots clatter and pans clang,
The blender whirs as the kettle hisses and sings,
A spoon clinks in a mug, stirring tea,
While toast pops up with a little ding!

The cat purrs on the counter,...

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I slowly tread the prickle-cold mat of grass
And savor the mud that squishes between my toes
The darkening night smells musky here, and damp,
And not just because there is a pond. The moisture’s in the
Air, wrapping...

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She senses a strange feeling in her heart,
less than full-blown, and yet more than a thought.
It's not quite love, but it could be its start:
it's hard to pin down, for it shifts a lot.

Fantasies that...

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Warmth consumes me. 
The feel of a cool breeze ignites my senses as it crawls over me. 
I can smell the sea salt in the air. 
My body gravitates towards that smell, like an addiction....

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Their one lone cow has broken down the fence;
we see her trundling down the dusty lane.
Milo's mind remembers 'bout the milking.

Dad's face, a fiery-red,  storms from the shed
where feisty kittens spat and sparred o'er...

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I love dogs,don't get me wrong.
It's really not their doing.
Their human parents are to blame
for places they are pooing!

It's bad enough they let them go
right smack into my yard.
But then they will not clean it...

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Stepping on shuttered dreams
Feet bleeding wishes of travel
Disable soul mails postcards
To a corner called " Empty Apartment"

Still nature on the thirteenth floor
Mom's glasses left behind and a cup full of tears
A phone ringing obsessively
The door...

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PIE HARD

the meringue explodes
squishes twixt heroes bare toes
and the pieman laughs

lemon gel hits cop
on the crusty street down low
“join the party, pal”

Christmas is a time
to pie hard, “yippee ki yay”
with model wise guys

bad apples at...

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Wet sand oozes between my toes,
gooey as grandma's homemade jam.
And imprinted on a clean slate,
fresh footprints form along the shore.

Gooey as grandma's homemade jam,
sand squishes between wiggly toes.
And memories are created,
exploring these tactile feelings.

And imprinted...

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