Long Stockton Poems

1.    John Desmond Patrick Keegan
2.    Alfred, Lord Tennyson 
3.    Sally Aline Mae Beller
4.    Charles Edward A. Berry
5.    Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce...

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April 29— Looking Out My Window 

published as part of Tiferet Journals' 2018 Poem-a-thon  see my poetry blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for these and other poems

Looking out my window 
In Incheon 
What did I see 
The...

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Looking Out My Window

Looking out my window 
In Incheon 
What did I see 
The neighboring apartment buildings 
Obscured by the April rains 

And yellow dust of early Spring 
And in the distant the mountains 
Aflame...

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the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly

I am a bus rider
That makes me unusual
For a white male 
From an upper middle class family

Our people are not bus riders
Though some are subway riders

Bus riders are other...

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Every form of life has it's walls, nothing, no one stands alone
 some are trees, brush, branch, twig and wood and bark
 some are mortar and stone, mere workers flesh and bone
 others lay in...

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We had a crazy kind of love.
So full of fun, so wild.
Two grown adults who
brought out, the others inner child.

From the very first night we met.
We felt an attraction so strong.
Together every free second,
From that...

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The railroad played a major role in the growth of our nation 
It was an elite form of travel beginning at the station 
The month was September, the year 1825 
A date to remember when...

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A story is told of a Roman soldier who came upon an area and needed further direction to reach a certain destination.  His guide informed the soldier that if he insisted on proceeding in...

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Redding Poem 4
“Flying Down Interstate 5”

We departed Redding at 3:45, 
In the dead of an October night.
Those tumultuous streets were morgues then,
As we raced to the deserted Interstate 5,
Zooming across the snoozing Sacramento River,
Going at...

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Your special acts of kindness 
                             has...

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I stuffed my pockets full of California minutes,
Set out from Bakersfield before the break of day.
Checked out a waitress at a coffee shop in Needles
Then blew through Flagstaff on my way to Santa Fe.

Cut loose...

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It was dusty, dry and endless 
Stretched beneath an empty sky
From horizon to horizon 
Where the turkey buzzards fly,
Like a landscape meant to warn you
Just how far a man can fall.
Except for Ruby in El...

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The Gypsy jumped from car to car,
never getting off the train

In Davenport through morning fog,
the old town looked the same

The prairies waited in the dark,
the Rockies far beyond

In Denver’s wind he heard the words
to an...

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Matt was born in Middlesex in 1990 on 10th June,
In Stockton on Tees, where he works out, trains;
He’s a seven-a-side footballer and plays vigorously, 
For the England CP team ‘cos of grandad’s strains. 

He had...

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The summers end was near
We smoked in the dockyard
And talked of the foe
Which even now came closer

They began to arrive
Bus loads of them
Black hearts in black shirts
But we were ready

They marched and we charged
They ran...

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