Long Strainer Poems

Rod Andersons 
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       In the still of the night, 
spectro-gramming the hot utter of air,
filtered by laser strainer-
it has become a scale for judgment scaled by tier
a black hole of sin...

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Friends used to say like an elephant I never forget
these days I have the memory of a goldish or amoeba
often find myself staring blanking into the fridge
wondering what I am doing there, what I’m looking...

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6/1/21


Life has been like an elevator

Going up sometimes, often down to the bottom layer

The outcome was minor or major

Paid it no mind, or it started to hanker

Feeling calm or full of anger

Done in good will...

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Tonight I have died,
As I silently screamed inside.
My well of tears has run dry,
And I no longer have the strength to cry.
I have killed the part of my heart I so freely gave you,
Now it...

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A steady blanket of funereal rain fell for days,
From the wintry heaven, onto the ground.
And by about three in the morning I was woken by
A screaming pleading sort of sound.

I had clumsy boots and akubra,...

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In the Australian vernacular
he was a ‘flea-bitten’ grey.
Not dappled like a dream horse
but speckled like a rock and not a 
fine large horse like Tom Cable’s
 roman-nosed, Major.

Dad had traded for him- with Tom -
two...

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Every time you slammed the door 
Every time you dropped the call 
Every time you yell at me through and through 
I get tired too. 

Every time you passed before me 
Every time complaints ring...

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Brown face is a strainer for tears
Like lace they fall poetic to all
A ribbon of red bloody fears
You still call but I no longer talk

What occurred is reality set in 
I’m no longer your prisoner...

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I found her jacket folded 'midst the drift,
          Atop her shoes but 'neath a ribbon, red,
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IF THE TRUTH BE GROWN

I spend more time making amends than I do progress
I have no friends nor family I wish to impress
A  lot of things have my signature as the owner, artist and...

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I keep investing my time
Like a prospector on a gold rush
I keep panning and panning
Hoping to get one glimmer of gold
To help me to survive in life
Instead I keep getting fooled
By all that shines
I see...

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Self doubt and self confidence
are a result of your environment
so is happiness so is depression
undoubtedly the influence
of everyday events
subjective oppression or pressure
those days which are intense
they build or make you lesser
yet both leave their indents
be...

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A strainer for milk or for juice, a window shade
Worn as bibs, diapers, or a kerchief
Turned into skirts, blouses and slips
Plaited into rugs of many pieces.

In kitchen used as dish towels, cover for dough
Helping to...

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It's fifty miles to the city
And fifty home again,
Around that pothole on Depot Road
Into the arms of the lane.

Old George has left his hay down.
A day or two since mowing.
Pink shadow of the Grange Hall,
Blind...

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I’m the unopened container, pliers and blades,
I’m the beaters, light globe and egg ring.
I’m a can opener, small strainer, straw and a hammer,
I’m all that you need, everything.

If you ever need pens that don’t work,
Broken...

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A pan of boiling water, 
On a flame about medium high, 
Waiting for water to boil, 
Before you add the noodles and stir,
Steam lifting up, 
Putting moisture in the air,
This is how you cook mac...

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