Long Stepladder Poems

Lets talk about love

Love is meant to be an opportunity
To share a place in time,
And an open heart for a person, 
That God has designed, just for you.
Love is to be our now,
Our everlasting and...

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as if Monet had planted water lilies in Babylon

          hanging gardens at the heart of a canvas of joy

       ...

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Chairman Xi Jinping you seek a new geo-strategical order

Sick of the blame game burden and fake foreign news

Like viruses internet hacking sanctions and accusations

Spew a fault line of tsunamis and earth shattering quakes 

Pacific surfers’...

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the bridge he needed to cross was overgrown with tangled thicket’s brush

ragwort and giant hogweed littered the pernicious path to his own progress 

of perspectives and the slow death from stagnation and frightening delusions 

he...

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grandma had always been a magical offspring of nature

collected herbs images mushrooms psychedelic support

tattoo in her mind rebellion independence and freedom

mescal beans at stakes looking like witches’ broomsticks

cultivated night shade a belladonna of sorts in...

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Christmas Lights                               
by Robert (Bob)...

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Joe The Plumber announced he was runnin' fer Congress the other day!
Congratulations, Joe!  You the man!  Fer you I shout, "Hooray!"
Tell 'em like it is as you did with Obama - show 'em...

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A few of the famous had their preferences.  Jack
Kerouac went on the road with his Underwood early thirties
portable Royal Standard.  Isak Dinesen, the Danish Dinosaur, 
(said with love, she was my hero) used...

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grandma bare bosomed and barely covered by frayed crocheted pants
looked like a mixture of parakeet and paragon in a fairy tale’s garment
under cover of darkness she would bare her wickedness and emotions
a mocking bird with...

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My heart is an empty suitcase
That I store in the attic
It waits for me to fill it with all the things I need to leave. 
One time I took it down overhead 
stepping on the...

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When hurt descends from the tree of life and

The stepladder breaks straight onto your pain

A trampoline turned jo-jo strangles creeping ivy

Entangles in trapezes and dreams of surrender


Pick me up where I have buried my wounded...

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One more sunset missed,
one more sunrise lost.
The rim of a glass glints less
in an undressed light.

Living between the days
losing yourself in nights dark corridors,
you begin to fade,
to fray at the edge of thought.
Sooner or later
the...

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