Long Stanchion Poems

A tramp steamer plies an ocean of fog. 
The Chief Bos’n makes a note in the log while the helmsman 
Strains to see beyond the wheel. 
The ship’s Captain leaves the bridge with a groan....

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In a windswept vale the tree had spread its branches
Its shale like trunk defined by weather had many wounds
One in particular had hollowed inside this stanchion
Braced against pervading skies and silk-watered lagoons
So clearly defined a...

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Do you know where my heart goes?  
It moves in and out of me.  
I don't have the strength to put it aside, work on the other things in life I value and...

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Prologue
 
Abandoned and in disrepair the mansion 
Is dark now; a story behind every stanchion.
An unwitting monument to a way of life,
Since foreclosed through bloody civil strife.

Antebellum

The hush of summer evenings cued the trilling
(Fiddled on...

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The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of...

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She grabbed at the quarter full pop bottle neck, 
cream soda from Marsh’s,
and held like a truncheon, in the harshest
of voices 
produced an otherworldly sound, GETOUT!!
“Give me a chance” and he stepped forward.
Stood aside her...

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Who knew that we would find a way
To cool ourselves, that summer day
Bored with creating ways for fun
All simmering in the August sun

(Oh, but for a man-made stream!)

Gas lines prepped for installation
Workers ruining our vacation
Still,...

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Where have all the cabooses gone,
Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof, 
Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish,
Moveable tree house clickety-clacking
Cozily rolling across America
Snappy visored cap, brass buttons
Blue coat, wind whipped leaning out
One hand on...

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The revelations of winter pass now,
the captured moments of vertical strife,
the stanchion of paper white birch forests
rigid on the black scratch board of rocky hillock
soon, these markers of winter will be hidden.
The milky froth of...

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Where have all the cabooses gone,
Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof, 
Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish,
Moveable tree house clickety-clacking
Cozily rolling across America
Snappy visored cap, brass buttons
Blue coat, wind whipped leaning out
One hand on...

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Z apping a Beautiful Countess Doesn’t Ever Get Her

I n Juicy Kiss Lip Mode, No, Or Picking Que’s Roses. She Takes Useless Vows With X,Y,Z.

G ee, He In Jest Kids Lady May! Not Owning Prince...

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Unfurled and draped
Clasped to rugged stanchion holds
Fiery colors so recently encased
Now blazon; presentation bold

Flap and flourish; draw attention…
Iconic salve for fickle folk
Most every other day, not even mentioned
But always at the ready, patriotism to invoke

Bright...

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A vision through the haze of time and rhyme
a mirrored beauty, Helen sits and waits.
I see her through the window for it's late,
at dawn, I'll bring her death, for she's not mine.
As yet, the key's...

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The Brown Recluse, its pathway goes
Past radiator’s stanchion rows
On to the corner, up the wall
Across the ceiling then to fall
Upon my bed. But no one knows.

This silent killer never slows
When seeking prey, seeing all,
No soul...

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Summer storm’s rampage
Disfigured the brilliant foliage
Making the green lush disruptive,
That was once attractive.
The most pleasant and serene site, 
Mutated in to poor and ugly sight

Despite all the worst,
Standing mightily amidst, 
Stanchion and stern, 
Like a...

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