Long Storeroom Poems

"Where?...I Don't Know!...But "HE" Does!"

     Where are the "Foundations of the Universe and the Earth" fastened and where   is their "cornerstone?"
        ...

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She gazed at the looking glass, but the mirror refused to grant her a preview of what might happen, a clear picture of where she had been and if she existed at all, the spectre...

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i confess
we bear witness
to revelations unseen since

knowledge in childlike thoughts incense
reminded our souls with the realmlooped scents
of the healing fragrance
of innocence

lighting our way with lightning leaves leaving sense
in blueprints
to be gathered in tints
now that's intense

within...

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Waiting Room
                by Odin Roark

One’s special space
Where chin resting
Upon knees tucked
Arms wrapped tight
To be the ball we wish to be

How...

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I linger at my laptop day and night.
Not making a fiction to shift a slight.
My ink was poised on the tips of my knuckles.
There isn't a veil of aims waffle puzzles.

Sonnet forming is an arduous...

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Remembering a dog


When I was young and for us not rich there was
navy academia you could learn engineering, navigation 
and catering, with my eyesight I settled for catering
After going through the grades, I got a...

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Plentiful the storeroom as I return my kit
Everything an Airman needed for a career
Returned this last day

Air Force veteran is my new name
Retired medically for service injuries
Duty to Queen and Country
Until I could no more
And...

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Consider how the lilies grow,
they do not toil, nor do they sew
yet still the beauty of their bloom
dwarfs that of cloth from any loom.

The perfection their petals show
belies the muck in which they grow.
They shine...

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Because You Gave Me Life

“So I commend the enjoyment of life, because nothing is better for a man under the sun than to eat and drink and be glad. Then joy will accompany him in...

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I glance at my favorite ring. 
The one I wear every day now.
The large pear shaped blue topaz is gone.
The opal band looks bereft without it.

I think of all the groceries I have sacked in...

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The Junkyard of My Mind?

the junkyard of my mind is
full of images
places that I used to belong
now they flash before me
like lost scenes in time
how can something lovely
feel so wrong

the junkyard called my heart
is full...

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