Long Stowing Poems

I love spending nights on the lake.
Once the oven-like sun disappears,
things get suddenly quiet, except for
the occasional hoot of an owl, crickets, frogs
and the soft lapping of the lake on the boat.
When the moon rises...

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A Hint at What Is Beautiful : 
Lovely is the 'bless your heart' 
Wrapped with appreciation, 
Offered to peace inclined individuals 
Who make a special effort 
To nurture shrapnel singed casualties 
In the midst of...

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The rains have lasted all the spring.
We’re longing for some sun.
With advent of the end of school
We look to June for fun.

The kids have found their bathing suits
And have them at the ready.
It’s not fair...

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All elements laugh as I cast a moan
While grieving for longings I've never known
The mantle of the earth shrugs at my pride
While isotopes titter, slow death inside
This funeral for my future with you
Reeks with discontent...

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Red Beard laughed at this lad
Stumbled on the wrong ship he had

Stowing away on a pirate vessel 
Turned himself in not even a wrestle

Stout young lad must be at least ten
He wasn’t sure of the...

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What is behind ?

So many who wear masks, behind which to hide ?
So many who wear a veneer, upon which to ride ?
So many who wear a veil, behind which to slide
beyond their true, sober,...

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Never unconditionally leaned on these peon demons made me want to be gone/ 
 
if there ever was a reason for me turning my back leaving this so called family adhesion / 

now ‘tis perfection...

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Long time ago in the old wild west
A hunter raised his gun, he was a 
Round up cowboy, and shooting 
Was his fun

He saw a fat wild turkey come 
runnin out the scrub, he thought...

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Somewhere the snooty scholars of the world
quietly locked inside their dusty hall
Under the dim light of a candle’s flame
decide which label to put upon us all

I see them now with my book in their hand
yelling...

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Grandpa Francesco Proia,
from Caserta, Italia,
a clever stowaway 
in the bowels of the ship
bringing him to Ellis Island,
Feb. 4, 1905.
Gruff ways,
often snarling a guttural “Huh,”
a lack of English,
never-ending hand gestures,
made me fearful of him.
But awestruck I...

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I do not fear Death
It appears he fears me
I have sent him embossed invitations
bordered in black
bought the best bottle of wine 
I could afford
lowered the lights
anxiously awaited his arrival
disappointed when there was
no knock on my...

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driving down to Mexico as I get close to the border
cell phone quits in Organ Pipe, no calls that I will miss
I can stay in contact via WiFi and my red laptop
it's time to get...

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Those walls of my captured annals falling
By steel leviathans devouring my solitude
Capped blasts dropping the once proud structure
No longer is a mans home his palace

Histories cowboys are the future’s vagabonds
Their ranges of ranches a dying...

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A thing possessed by power desires exert 
turns into an object inanimate and inert.
A life untainted and vibrant if captured 
by the bloodstained clutch of lust tart
rolls like fallen beads, the string ruptured.

The senses drenched...

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Thoughts at the cusp of my breathe
begin and end with the ease of no darkness
but the gaze that only were to seethe
and pull away the warmth that I once harnessed

There was no crimson, or yerning
no...

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QUIET WORD VISION

      No disturbance, alone in sheltered eyes torn darkness;
   Peaceable releases stowing within the cool black darkness;
     Free from sound of sleeping...

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Chilling to me is the cool misty rain.
Filling fuel on the fire to warm me again,
Willing my thoughts on the now to remain,
Stilling all those that are cause of the pain.

Come my sweet child and...

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you bought a ticket for the flight
stowing your bag overhead
headed out west to see mountains
all the cracked riverbeds
you talk to the saguaro like the answers are there
looking to the clouds for relief from your prayers

you...

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The undertaker anticipates a better day
His plans include some needed lawnmowing,
He winds up two ne'er-do-wells stowing
Without resources their expenses to pay
The mere cost for a proper putting-away,
While his grass continues to grow knee high
As he...

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