Long Subdivision Poems

That which is neutral,
no big deal,
normal,
not noticed,
enjoys an intimate mirror effect,
behaves and misbehaves
with the logic of eternity.

Time steers virtually clockwise,
eastern dawn toward west's setting sun,
birth through death,
with day's completion duskly hoping
for red skies at night.

Time...

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You ever had a day off from work where God placed it upon your heart to go walking with Him? Well, I did just that today. I started my walk in this beautiful subdivision. After...

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Here is my story, raw and uncut.....
     I was a DJ at a small gentleman's club - I loved music, and so I had an "ear" for mixing 
tracks, plus with...

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I lay my head down to sleep to the calm and peaceful sound of music flowing through the thick trees cruising from the subdivision below my dwelling.The rhythmic sounds of crickets and frogs composed a...

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I carved a circle on the ground to search for a new path to go home, I carved a circle on the ground to find where destiny is bound. I stand on the circle time...

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I have such good memories of our beautiful mother and handsome father,
Days and nights of growing up with them.

We lived in beautiful houses, the Magnolia house, the Chopin house and the Lorne Park house,

Grandma Elfrieda...

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Under the wrought iron arch and gateway
crawling with both wild and deep red creepers
complimented by evergreens.
The fall colors are splendid.

Most of the flowers are giving way 
to the chill, and the swans are graceful and...

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As I have walked pass or visited high-in rich subdivisions and gated communities, I have noticed all the homes are from the same color bracket. They are either beige, brown, cream, tan, camel, oatmeal, caramel,...

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The thick numerous shoots of grass have come out,
no more snow shovels til late autumn comes about.
I hear the robins chirp as they tend their nests,
wait....the sound of a cranky lawn mower chugging
to life from...

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My dad, born today, the 17th of February
   bucked fate head-on, courageous and daring

Raised in a home on a block so poor
   he swam upstream, de rigeur

In 1926, all his teeth...

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I PRAY FOR A SIGN

Lost in the world I see no vision
Amidst my fellow men I see subdivision
Death is but a necessity and not a decision
The world is doomed, God heeds to no admission

Tears tainted...

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Since you’ve been gone.

I lost you…
Died within to reform a better me
Consoled my fears to become a better me
Hid my tears to show a stronger me
My feelings dealt with

I no longer write to please
My words...

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A sunken tombstone lay on either side,
The wall itself enswathed in moss and fern,
Fragmented, as the bond of blood which died
Before the grave envelopped each in turn.

Two brothers who had once been closest friends
Who ran...

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Nimblest stick skims hit drum skin
         Bring submittance to my ears afore deafened
              ...

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End of Politics 
 I sit on the terrace in the sun, its forenoon and not too hot
A dog in the road barks looking up I ignore it and it leaves sits
in the shad and...

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I don’t know
where dreams go..

Maybe they take form in the sky
a genesis of nothing but cloud castles,
building subdivision into an eternity
where no one’s ever home.

Or maybe the winds drift them through time,
lazily pacing histories progress
searching...

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Carnival without merit, affinity, and association
Brash, bellowing band bleeting notes in oscillation
Circus creatures cavorting about with every unseemly provision
Cascading, carnival chorus clanging through every subdivision
Haughty, kilted henchmen trotting in front of the procession
Decadently-dressed damsels fawning...

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Our stay in the 
mushrooming subdivision 
      Ashley Springs
can achieve full ownership only
by meeting the developer’s 
latest requirements...
     six bushes and two deciduous trees,
  ...

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A subdivision of sparrows came dancing,
Did a ballet all over my lawn.
What a wonderful sight,of pure delight,
For a handful of seed and crushed corn.

Everyday the performance is different,
Blackbirds will join the display.
I've never seen anything...

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When my family and I moved into this house in 1977, Dad was our patriarch. 
For four decades I have lived in a subdivision that is called Crosby Park.
Today I've lived in this subdivision for...

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