Long Summersaulting Poems

I take your medal out of the treasure box every once in a while

nestled in between hair locks baby shoes and sepia photographs

it portrays a powerful image of glory success victory and loss

and reminds me...

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Have the days have gotten darker
Maybe the sun is just hiding from me
I drew cheerful with a marker
Just so everyone could see

I just want to be sad
Run a river from my soul
Sail across the angry...

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Hurry not, tarry not, worry not
For life yours to live, yours to squander
If you slot the wrong plot
Swimming with a groggy gander 

To plunder the best resources life offers
In the best years you enjoy
Banking and...

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From the back of a woman’s mind
A thought creeps, peeps and slips
Meandering through layers of blind rind
Summersaulting to scan sweeps

Teeming with spaces in vessels
Where the thought investigates
Which epistles and whistles
Blow hot in the vicinity of...

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Summersaulting on the clouds of time
Makes me thirsty for yesterday’s old ones
They were the best; their laps were soft.
Kindness was their middle name.
Their first name polite.

No one said, “no problem”.
They said, “You are welcome”.
“No problem”...

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A barrel of oink is a snout snaffling. Order of pig sect of oink. In a pink summersaulting cartwheeling ham chunk. Wee wee weeeee. Rolling. Hilltop. Hollybush road. Rhododendron. Raid bit trade. Road not noted....

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