Long Streamers Poems

Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of shopping for gifts for people that already  have everything, I find myself remembering that Christmas of 1954.

Dad had joined...

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I don't know how it started

But it's an annual event

But I don't think that an egg hunt

Is the best way to present

The story of our saviour

Chocolate eggs you go and find

I don't think that's the...

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Olena Rudenko met Pavlo Lavinski whilst at Kyiv University 
Pavlo told all his friends that she's definitely the girl for me
They got on well then fell in love and had planned to wed
But like the...

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There was a plantation of fir trees
for some unknown reason, most of them
were three to four years old but one,
it was only in its first year of growth.

When Christmas drew near, the loggers came
and started...

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Eroticism -
             a supple spine in a wanting curve
       and a foolish fever simmers a scarlet heartbeat...

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This is the stuff some hearts are made of.
Anguish. Elation. Say it once again!
Just for the sake of hearing a feeling's name,
and the long drawn out sigh
of sounds echoing out of breath, out of breath,
out...

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.           Oh – the glorious things we saw – shelves full of toys and household goods, glass 
counters with hundreds of bottles of perfume and...

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There's something magical that happens when 
you are 10 years old, chasing butterflies, 
skipping stones, riding little pink bicycles
with streamers and white baskets on the handle 
bars with a big yellow sunflower on the front.

Roller...

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.              Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of 
shopping for gifts for people that...

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A perfect Sunday, as only god can make
The skies the barometer, tend to set the mood
This day clouds…oh, so wooly white
Like sheep grazing… among the blossom blue
Sunshine’s accents must be added too

Dad, magnificent in his...

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Dear Sir Thomas:

Angels 
never fly 
too far away.
Cherubs
are 
pious messengers 
cloaked in 
ribbed-serpentine
streamers;
bathing 
themselves
in a bemused 
shower
of rainbow-lit
banderoles.

Stifled 
in an unseen
internal silence -
a clandestine court 
of guardians;
our private angels,
unassumingly,
fold their 
winged extremities
and gloriously 
chant messianic
chorales...

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Beauty of December
Cause weather is calm and cool
When good friends remember,
About vinyl from the spool.
Joys of Santas’s goodies
When we were small back then,
Mother and her cookies
Six men wiser than a pen.
No sweets sold in market
Mother...

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Scuddle Butt and Martzy Putt, two nonsense senior rhymers.
Went to bed without a blink and never set their timers.

And when the dawn grew very near; no one was alarmed.
So, Scuddle Butt and Martzy Putt slept...

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We all had homemade dresses for prom; well, nearly all of us.
This was back in 1970 while black and white Viet Nam War photos were on TV
Every night, we saw such sadness.
Prom was a reminder...

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My Fourth of July memories are firmly intact.
We always got together with my aunt and uncle.
Which meant our cousins, and we had so much fun.
The day was about picnics, watermelon, carnival, parade.

Fireworks of course; and...

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Bring out the red balloons
and the dancing baboons
get that water slide ready
‘n’ where’s Tim’s old teddy
someone turn the music up
who pissed in my tea cup!
put those gifts right here
thank you Mary, my dear
shit!, look at...

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Denver sang Annie's song and the wind howled and swept cold.
I paced across my flooded hall, gathering every drop
The fiery rain sold. Specks of cinder fell
On my face and burnt the skin at every place....

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Upon the aged wooden stage of life a show of Burlesque did played
a grand ballet of lampoon, mockery and imitation fell as the curtain was raised
a farewell performance of Lady Petite and her partner Sir...

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ORIGINS

I
It began in the dank basement of the Thallasic column
steeped in abyssal brine of a thousand supernovae
so much alchemic sludge churned up, expelled by the co-tidal vice into the epeiric sea
 
A million points of...

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Smooth, mapped roads
intersected with red-eyed 
nights, quivering 
nerves, fists pounding air. 

A nightmare
descended as a phantom
snaking black shadows into 
ebullient corridors 
of light. 

A hulking foe crowded his way in
uninvited.

Sun rose with belly chuckles, 
banners,...

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The Magic of Bubbles

We were on our way to see the bubble man, 
world renown so they say.
A wonderful stringing of circles and smoke, 
all shapes and sizes -  to wrap yourself inside,
waiting to...

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RED-
Pillar boxes that stand open-mouthed
Waiting to be fed.
And plump ripe strawberries,
Dipped in sugar,
Smothered in cream.
Or just popped in your mouth
And squashed between your teeth

YELLOW-
Buttercups that shine under your chin
To give away your secrets.
And hot corn...

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Garden of Zen, showers of cherry blossoms dance pink on champagne air.            Taste of sunshine new on the tongue, winter’s bleak falling away, ides...

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Solvency

This moment is solvent
We have fallen from the last 
but have not yet been picked up by the next
we have heard our goodbye 
and heard a  hello of sorts
The artful dodger indeed!
no one quite...

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~My Tricycle~

Christmas  eve,
I could not help but peek.

There it was, a blue and pinkish bike.
With streamers all for me...

A ride, I wanted to feel inside.
A surprise, I ruined for my eyes.
The joy I felt,...

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