Long Suppertime Poems

The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints jumpin’
Like Snoopy with his dish doing the suppertime dance;

Lured by...

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Deep within the forest span 
Where trees block out the sun, 
Where loggers chop the days away 
And work is never done; 
Where monster moose patrol the pines, 
And hawks soar through the sky, 
You'll...

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Cold nights and tree lights taught him to forget home.
He’s mellow tonight though, no telling what goes unknown.
He packs light and steps heavy and taps his fading flashlight and I bet he’s a lefty.
Duracell down...

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I stare at birds flitting branch to branch chirping happily
but birds flitting branch to branch don’t touch me anymore
my calloused senior feelings come more frequently now
just like my urge to pee

Sad, pitiful, stupid stuff enters...

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My mother was an excellent cook, not fancy but home cooking,
                  Our kitchen was always full of delicious...

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The wind billows out from the seat of his britches
With determined blue eyes, skinned knuckles and knees
he climbs up the rails nailed from old cedar pieces
to the uppermost yoke of an old pecan tree

He is...

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Mom got up early and is in the kitchen
Preparing the breakfast for everyone
Dad's still in the bathroom and is shaving
And the beat of life goes on

The kids are busy getting set for school
One is still...

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Do you remember the thrill of excitement you felt when waking up and finding out it was a snow day?

You were impatient for breakfast to be over, so that you could gear up in your...

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There is quiescence, peace.
Flipping through the pages of memory
as I rest in my recliner, there is wonderment as well.
There are the stops at moments when
I first paused routine, to stand and silently observe
a time that...

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I arrived early today for the appointment made months ago,
And began the interminable wait to see the medico.
When I checked in it was already half-past noon.
The nurse said, "Take a seat and we'll be with...

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(in case of mistakes below..... i've not re-read it...on purpose....mmmhahaha)

sorry that's how time passes sometimes...
i'd a poem
about psychopathic thinking, andt...

it bothers me such as
history continues with...
its 'martyrs' for a cause

that exists no more...
only as histories...

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Carry me to my home Virginia
Headed south through Arlington
We can stop off in Manassas
On our way to Lovingston

Take me back to the Peaks of Otter
Let's return to Mabry Mill
We can drive the Blue Ridge Parkway
From...

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[Gershon recently likened (tongue in cheek) my line
‘My lunch is you’ to some classic movie lines. This
inspired verse one.
Jan recently described a dental dilemma which inspired
me to add a few more verses.]
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I come from the country,I'm proud to say, 


Playing with rocks in the creek,half of the day. 


Watching my grandmother wash clothes on an old time washboard, 


Times was hard,that’s all she could afford. 


I...

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Cereal Killer

The story of his life
a made for TV thriller.
Title in blood red
life of a cereal killer.

He don’t want no fried eggs
or peanut butter toast.
He killed a box of grape nuts once
but he don’t like...

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Two Old Red Tractors, Both Are Broken Down

Two old red tractors, both are broken down
on a small dusty farm, outskirts of town.
Dawn comes early, no time to sleep in bed
rooster crows call out, work, work,...

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I see a footbridge high above a gorge.
		One bannister is gone; the other lies
		on narrow rotting boards. Rough waters surge
		beneath this passageway that creaks and sighs

		in answer to footfalls of children who, 
		while clinging to...

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Check into the Hotel Pantomime
Hospitality cloaked; words a crime
Dressed with gestures, emotions to prime
Tap your bellhop, then gleefully toss him a dime
Forthwith, the receptionist summon with a curt bell chime
After checking in, dance through the...

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Granite outcroppings sparkle like gems
Leading the eye to a neatly-hidden village
In the shadow of distant purple mountains,
And beyond to higher peaks snow-capped.
Over all the pastoral scene grayish clouds
Suggest winter is riding on a white mount
The...

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Whirling this sabre is tiring,
Cutting shapes out of the air,
Slicing images out of the sky.

So, now to fix faulty wiring,
Focus the current repair,
Shoot up with needles and fly.

Climbing the stairwell is draining,
Think I’ll rest on...

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As morning arises I pop open 
a canister of black silk.
Grounds of mellow yum 
I will brew into a
dreamland cup.

My palate will swim
in the amber-mahogany
sea and carry my mind
to distant realms
of tranquil bliss;
a magical kiss
of...

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A Big Bowl of Things

I gulped down a big bowl of soup,
I could've sworn it had assorted letters of poems
that spelled villanelles and palindromes!
It was funny...
'cause when I gulped down a big bowl of stew,
I...

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Where is Yesteryear?
The simple life was good
In yesteryear people had respect for all things
In yesteryear we talked to each and everyone
It was a time that we would sit on the front porch
And visited with our...

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I woke up to the sun a-calling me
Got dressed and went outside to take a leak
No worries, folks are many miles from here
My neighbors are the squirrels and birds and deer

The early morning air was...

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The dead still walk
within our memories,
and breathe 
and smile 
and talk
inside that strange preserve we keep,
a room still redolent with life
above the boxes where they sleep.

What irony prevails, that we
may call them forth upon a...

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