Long Stacks Poems

- - Chapter 2: Adult Responsibility (With Some Breaks) - -     

By ten years old, no weekends off, 
Or Saturday cartoons, 
Although I did have cash to spend, 
I felt my...

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This piece is based on a true series of events --


First time me an’ Jessie seen him - walkin’ in from nowheres - 
couldn’t o’ been a stranger sight - as each of us recalls,
But...

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Traditional Solitaire potential combinations...

that clenched another win today
February 20th, 2024 
(eight hundred and ninety yesterdays ago 
since June 13th, 2021)
original crafting date of following poem,
when yours truly 
single handedly trumped computer, 
for umpteenth time,
which saw...

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Endless sunflower field 
Rhythmically swaying in the wind
Like lazy ocean wave stretches 
To the distant line of horizon
Touching the edge of the sky
Melting into hot noon brilliance
Boiling all shades of yellow into
One burning brightness of...

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I'd just checked out of a hotel in the town of Santa Fe 
Went to the store to collect supplies and went on my way
I was heading for the gold rush in the state of...

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SS SULTANA

Boiler, or bomb, the Sultana sank on April 27, eighteen sixty five 
Taking down with her, a good rounded off number of 1,800 lives

Carrying Union soldiers, who were ex-prisoners of war, up north
From Vicksburg...

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Ohh I could have sat with my heart 
--elevated with dribbled echoes-- 
ahhhhhh until it yet exhaled the tarnished seams 
capturing only the quiet current lapping
and soaking dirty steel embankment	
along the river’s edge beneath the...

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When I was 16 I lost my best friend
I started to grind, smoking weed and drinking Hennessee 'n' Gin
Then my clientele blew up
I'm 16 making bands feelin' like I grew up
Poppin' pills and chewin' em'...

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When I was 16 I lost my best friend
I started to grind, smoking weed and drinking Hennessee 'n' Gin
Then my clientele blew up
I'm 16 making bands feelin' like I grew up
Poppin' pills and chewin' em'...

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Marching out of the cloaked shires
Of landowners, stockbrokers, 
Hereditary Peers, and ruddy faced 
Squires:
A vast multitude of many varied 
Tribes.
Amassing in the great cities, where,
Inhabiting shadowy chambers, 
Behind nodding sighs and hushed 
Whispers, 
The Masonic...

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I was an avid, lifelong book lover, and I could read forever and a day,
Like the pleasing, scented lilacs, always and forever blooming in May.

Though my house was very disorganized, I would read where I...

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When I was just a  little girl, we lived by railroad tracks;
we loved the steamy, smoky stacks, the wheels clickety clack.
On many days we would find, knocking at our door,
a hobo who had jumped...

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I wander through the days and nights with my mind set on a luxury apartment on the block, I have been saving to buy it for more than a decade because nobody can live in...

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Cluttering above huddled rooftops
Of sprawling villages 
And shy provincial towns;
Rising sharply amidst swooping
Declinations;
Hesitating when gathering at the
Tangled woodland perimeters of
Outlying greenland bounds,
Jostled apex ridges detach among
Themselves...
When habitually roused from early
Mornings
Newly awakened sounds.

Electrical milk floats whir...

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'The Journey'

Sight.
Sound.
Smell.
Taste.

The trains,
the tracks,
the rush, the haste.

The sweeties and toffees,
newspapers and coffees,

Cases and bags, e-cigs and fags,
pasty and tanned, iphone in hand,

The people who come and the people who go
and the Taxis that wait, as...

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On the 1st day of Christmas my employer gave to me
A paycheck without an increase

On the 2nd day of Christmas my employer gave to me
2 tools from Tool World and a paycheck without an increase

On...

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Christopher Cuddy made his home in west Texas,
in the small town of Stone Brook Falls.
He made his living as a realtor,
selling off lots both big and small.

When he was forty-five his father passed,
he had lived...

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cold rain
to slow-streak the
glass I watch you through -
you and your
christ ...
the ginger bread man,
sugar daddy savior, all that
I was not, (and less) ...
choices of
compromise, to provide
the lifeblood of your
"needs" ...

you, admiring
your bullion reflection in...

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As soon as I landed, Radju, I concluded that these people live like Gods –
Fairy tale like empty airports, queer roads and on them driving cars handsome studs.

One-piece glass in windows and Dutch ware toilets...

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Hey, I like Fast cars, I've lived agood life, wand the worst life like the one your waiting for.
 Time to grow up, be a man now the perfect life knocking at your door. It's...

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I took a walk on a midnight road, to search for that which was yet untold
My quest was one of question, to find meaning to my mind's night action
To the dream world state, where I...

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Robert's Uncle John had passed away. Robert's mother Ann was John's 
sister. Roberts mom had called him and asked him to come over to John's
house and take what ever him and his wife Mary wanted...

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WALKING ON WATER
	
Saint of the Golden Gate Bridge
they called her, blessing the
crowd with her tears, performing

to the cheers of the enchanted,
flinging, first her pink raincoat,
her high heeled shoes, fluttering

down like doves, dancing, twisting
out of her...

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I

how could i know him his eyes say
but my eyes reply which of us may speak to that
be busy in the house that needs fixing
despite histories in three
and homes as safe as the clicking of...

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