Long Sternness Poems

I can feel my spirit crying 
And I can tell that someone is dying
I can feel my spirit crying 
When a special tear drop from my eyes
It is not a tear of worry,
Neither is it...

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Ghosts of Christmas Past

I do not fear the ghosts
of my Christmas past.
My yearly visit with each one
is a gift
a present
for this one day

I drive out to Lantzville Beach
and bring my dog along
My mother loved dogs...

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You throw a rock into a pool.

Watch the concentric ring slowly expand
from its point of origin.
Its curvature infinite. Shape pristine.
And yet... there it dissipates
at the subtle sternness of the wind.
To blend with all the other...

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I go to the supermarket
to buy some mangoes. 
I’ve had five coffees
And spent hours on detangling 
computer wires. 

Reciting a poem I remember 
from fourth grade
I opened another three college 
letters in the mail yesterday.
The...

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Once there was a shepherd who walked amongst a mighty pasture. He tended to his sheep 24/7 and there was never a single activity that occurred within the pasture that the mighty shepherd was not...

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I drifted to this place	 
When might I drift away?			
Am lost in time and space		
Cold feet encased in clay		

Afraid.  I am offbeat			
Next year I will as well		
Shamefully repeat			
Tucked inside my shell			

Are false masks better...

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Anti-intellectualism may breed anti-curiosity. 
Harsh reality can frustrate existential sternness.
They tied backlash against "mere" curiosity. 
Yet, every human behavior has a purpose.

Conveying a full breakdown of all the key sights.
Tangling, multiplying tendrils sepia from white.
My...

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Starless night, a fire ahead
upon a wind sheltered hill.
Drizzling rain and steamy breath,
I feel the yearning for you.

Lighted by the flickering shine
you seem to be nameless to me.
But your words, your versant vein
recall the charm...

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Her eyes were as beautiful as they could be
A puppy dog’s frown looking back at me

As they smiled they truly danced with life
Those big brown eyes of my beautiful wife

I sat behind glass as they...

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GREAT-one of size, long duration, importance, prominent, noble, illustrious, dignified, 
renowed, mavelous, magnificent, and  as an intimate friend in a relationship by one           ...

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Dear John letter

But it’s not. His name happens to be John.
Rather a letter of a hopeful heart anticipating the future

Have I finally found the one man who will be my intimate other? He who will,...

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Written: March 09, 2024

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It's utterly aquiver and ambivalent
With is a...

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Sober Times. 
A gigantic dark grey cloud covers the town and its environs 
and rain fall in large lazy drops that when hitting ground 
splits into a thousand droplets like cluster bombs designed 
to destroy...

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There in the wastes comes music, singing

Such contrast, a backing track to real life

Like some Hollywood film, unreal, constructed

Gathered souls in green clothes passing through streets

Boots treading soil of foreign lands

It courses through, in another...

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Eureka of Archimedes was part of his daydream,
Thomas Edison nurtured his dream in bright light like gleam;
Could sleep ever overwhelm Alexander Graham Bell,
Till he heard the noise from the other and fell in a spell...?

George...

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My fortunes drop from my hands with despair.
Pearls that plop on the sand are the rest of me that's left to bare.
Juggling gorillas and dinosaur tea parties swirl in discordant dance,
While my aimless mind presses...

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How the birds chitter chatter and the church bells ring.
Daffodils fill the graveyard and are picked by passers-by.
Families attend the spring fair where a florist sells arrangements.
The chided children are guilty of picking flower petals...

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The husband asked, "When is Mother's Day?"
I said, Everyday!

M is for makeover. We don't always get it right the first time
O is for older souls fertile with love as mother
T is for tenderness we teach...

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Behind the rough and gruff facade,
amongst the sternness and the pride.
Along with calloused hands and the scars
A little boy still resides.

in spite of responsibilities,
the hard days, daily grind.
There within a man full grown,
that little boy...

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Tambourines in the air;
    Whistles and bustles in a 
      rhyme.
   In the house of Khloe,
   Melodies of the heart;
   A...

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The coarse green fatigues 
etches away at me, cracking 
and burning my skin. 
The hands I once so warmly held 
are replaced with the cold sternness 
of pistol grips. 

Every shot of my gun whips
me...

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The coarse green fatigues 
etches away at me, cracking 
and burning my skin. 
The hands I once so warmly held 
are replaced with the cold sternness 
of pistol grips. 

Every shot of my gun whips
me...

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