Long Stanton Poems

     We sat at the end of the bar in a seedy place on Seventh street.  Nursing our drinks, we both had a bit too much that night.  My...

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P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 18

Thomas Flood                  ...

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Old Man Looking Back



Lone figure in the distance looking back from a tall hill
Shades of something familiar that gave me a cold chill

A look , a stand , something strangely calm about the man
Even the...

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" Summa Lamma" Countrey Dellia  won a 
sixman " one woan brawl"
to hand the right to date
the infamous " Miss Wombahaz" Tense Tussy
he made Brinney Bassier submit using
a Castmen Crawl  ( elbow clasp)

World...

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The Mocking-Bird


He did n’t know much music 
When first he come along; 
An’ all the birds went wonderin’ 
Why he did n’t sing a song.

They primped their feathers in the sun, 
An’ sung their sweetest...

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As women we still have to fight for what’s ours now a days, 
Because some men believe we should still be stuck in the cooking and cleaning type of phase. 
Like we don’t have it...

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Having been up for thirty six hours;
I went to bed early.
Noting the summer lightning
through closed eyelids 
little did I know
how my life was about to change.
The heavy clock was not even 
located over my bed....

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An Old Battlefield ,  by Frank L. Stanton


The softest whisperings of the scented South,
And rust and roses in the cannon's mouth;

And, where the thunders of the fight were born,
The wind's sweet tenor in the...

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The Farmer's Lament

Rooster be crowin' go till your fine soil
Just no damn use for us to be ahidin'
Time now for bloody sweatin' and toil
Laziness, a farmer will never be abidin'
Crops planted,tis sweet rain we need
Hot...

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A Tribute To Frank L. Stanton's - Lazy Chap


Rising Early From My Bed, Close To Noon



I lay about and often just wonder why
others do not rest in the by and by
Any lazy day finds me...

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What's the scariest book you ever read?.. Some Stephen King book like "Salem's Lot" or "The Shinning"?

For me its Kate Millett's "Sexual Politics".. Oh, man.. Now THAT will scare you to death if you're female.

I...

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Hoss, Hell Ain't Full Yet!


Dark deeds done in dead of night
Eventually, all come to the Light
Watch your step, hedge your bet
Careful, Hell ain't full yet!

Set your excuses completely aside
Evil takes you on a deadly ride
Think,...

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Pulp fiction had nothing on him. He was a man’s man. A protagonist
of his own making, self-reliant, and self-assured.  Marlow kept his wisecracks
to the bare minimum when meeting a new client.  Dames were...

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She asked me if I had a goal
She asked me if I had
Fantasized
Being the
Hunter
Or
The
Hunted

For 
Four
Years

I had crossed and re crossed the big cats tracks

Across a
Riverbed
Always measuring the pace
Speed
Weight
And
Distance of he and i

She said
He has dismissed you

So...

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Mrs. Stanton

In a little adobe bungalow
On the back of a lot in old El Paso,
Behind cacti and sand in s fantasy land,
Lived Mrs. Stanton, a writer.

Her days were spent among papers and books,
Dressed in calico...

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Do you know
about the U.F.O. ?
Have you ever seen
a strange flying machine?
Questions to ask.
Answers that mask
the unknown, the mystery
of otherworld  history.

Man cannot fly
was once the cry.
The world is flat.
Now ... imagine that!
Truth you must...

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CONVERSATION

Tell me Polly, what does it say?
Well, I’m not sure I wish to share
Please, I never receive letters
Ah, I’m sorry for you, Leila
Oh, Polly, is it from – him?
Yes, it is from Edmund Stanton
Ah, that...

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All tidy and neat, smelling apple sweet
Life pranced forward in an amazingly great way
Then there was a hiccup, a screech, a slap 
Or something else that changed it into a foggy mean thing

For a second...

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DRAWN    BY    THE    NOSE


In a twinkling
Warm kitchen baking smell carries me
Back small for a second  sparkling Christmas
For a second
Tomato sandwich’s tang in the fresh air’s...

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Spring Lingers

Winter’s long rage is quiet now 
And Spring, once again clothes herself
With the promise of Summer’s warmth.

Yet, she lingers, and listens for
The soft and familiar tread 
Of one who joys in her pathways.

But life,...

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