Long Swab Poems

The Dance of Salome
Herod bellowed out the night's festive orders..
"Bring the torches, bring the tables..
more wine, that we may rejoice,  
for tonight we revel in kindred friendship."
Herod strolled onto the terrace, nearly stumbled in...

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* I always felt like “Nessie” got a bad rap, being called a monster and a beast and all that, so I think this little piece of mythic imagery grew from that. I hope you...

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I don’t run with the mob ... 
the mosh-pit, gossip crowd
End of message     Stop!
Just wanna hip you to this fact,
right off the top

I’m a clean living woman,
the mop-and-pail type gal

I know...

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Written: February 29, 2024
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In a sprawling sward of auburn swab
A seraphic sight soaked in dew at dawn
dazed distress and dust-laden air
delicacy and...

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Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L H ANDRESS-ZEISS



Are-hearts-like....................RAINBOWS-'n-POTS-a-GOLD?
When..............SUMMER-FELL..................my-heart-DIED!
'Cuz-if-you..........................DIDN'T-KNOW......'He'-LIED!
And-when........SUMMER-FELL..........a-reward/WAS-SOLD!

And-what-SHE...........DIDN'T-KNOW...........YOU-WERE
THAT-SILVER/LINING...................at-the-end/of-the
LONGEST-STORM...........and-through..........ENDLESS-NIGHTS
My-heart...................DIED.........................'Cuz-'He'/LIED!

If.....................VALHALLA-ever-did/exist.........IT-WASN'T
FOR/ME!
HER-SHIP/sailed..............and-mine/didn't..........did-'He'
Care..................That-Somewhere-My-Heart....... BLED?

If-Beauty..................COUNTS...............Then.....DOESN'T
MY-HEART/BLEED..................Because-I'm/BEAUTIFUL
TOO!
If-raptures.............and-blue-currents........and-swirls
Of---------HOPELESS/DREAMS....................COUNT
DON'T-I/COUNT-TOO..................my-heart-was
Stripped........and-I/Bled....................Till-I/DIED!

And-when-I...............SOAKED-'n-DIED........and-a
Cotton-Swab...............DIED-'n-THE----DARKEST
WELL-OF-THE/HOTTEST...................TUB-of-ALL
TIME............................my-tears-did-they/fall
Till..............THE/DARKNESS-FELL.......and-the/color
Of-my/bath.............BLED................and-I/Died!


TILL.....................'YOU'-LET....................HIM
CALL!
And-'You'.................LET...........HIM........CALL!
And-that-Rainbow..........FELL............TO-A/POT
OF-PURE/GOLD!
And-I-was..............SOLD-AND-FIN-NALLY/SOLD
And-now................I-know/'You'...........DIDN'T
LIE!
GOLDEN-HAIRED................AND-BEAU-TI-FUL!
A-Match-Made-in.......................HEAVEN!

A-Designer-and-a...............GENTLEMAN!
He-Advocates.........and-Swears......TO/ME
AND-JUST/ME!
He-Sings-The/Sweetest-Songs.......and-he
DANCES-TO/ALL-NINES!
He-Rhymes-'n-Sings..............A-CLOWN-OF
ALL-TIME.....................He's-cute-'n-a
CLOWN!

Is-he....................SUPER...........or-just
A-MAN?
Does-he.................Love............or-has
He-just...............................WATCHED?
LOVE-'n-ME...........................IS-SUPER!

[Continued on Next Entry to PoetrySoupCom]...

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The klaxon sounds and off we do scurry
Up to the gun house we head in a hurry

Through narrow p-ways and up noisy stairs
We pass each other with far away glares

What threat to meet, all do...

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It was quite an adventure. I never had sailed. 
Appearances looked like the last trip had failed. 
“That rickety old thing? Ya’ sure it will float?” 
Nodding my friend said, “Don’t call it a boat.”

We...

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My third wife is angry now, she knows that I cheated.
But I like life on the edge, so I told her to pack up and beat it.
Then I walked in Santa Monica, a man was...

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Out apon the sea.
Its hard to catch some relife.
Or find some time to set willy free.

It's a priates life no need to back your 
bags.
Just grab a pint.
When in port avoid the sea hags.

Swab the...

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Broken but disbelieving, we wait   
for any doctor to say it’s just blood
as the gray man greens, throws-
up in triage. A Goth teen holds Band-Aids
to her scalped thumb.  Somebody loses  
patience,...

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Just a few lines I hereby write to let you know
that I, in my entirety am still alive,
care I give, when with pen perceiving you so slow
the words upon these lines, just in time will...

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A magic mirror told the queen that Snow White was the fairest in the land!
This put Her Majesty in a terrible snit and to the woods she had her banned!
She hired a hit man to...

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Barely Getting By

Lately we barely seem to be getting by
And my lovely wife keeps asking me why
Pennies saved were earned here and there
But bills are sky high piled up everywhere.

For us to keep spending am...

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WHERE WERE YOU IN THE SEVENTIES

i was between a tween and adult, in the house of the hudson valley,
and music was my main man,

i would hear whispered in my ear
me and mrs. jones...we got a...

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The Mechanic
                             Frank Halliwell

Sam was a gynecologist,
But...

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I wrote this after a conversation with an old retired fisherman whilst sitting on the harbour wall at Mousehole in Cornwall, UK ...

The old man sits by the pots on the wall
He looks out to...

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She Will Sleep for Food

By Elton Camp 

To make her own living she knows how to do,
If others else will supply it, she prefers not to
She may unexpectedly show up at your door
Even though you...

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Collision courses and cosmic cloud claps are most important when arriving in seas of vast colour. When a 4 inch diameter of a pickled egg is neither oval or flat it us times for the...

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Collision courses and cosmic cloud claps are most important when arriving in seas of vast colour. When a 4 inch diameter of a pickled egg is neither oval or flat it us times for the...

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would that I could
pick up reception
of celestial transmissions
with a couple'a old soup can phones
and country miles of string
(would they have harp string ring tones?)
and ask the old man
about days long ago
interrupting his labors
tilling god's fecund green fields
(most...

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In Cardiff Jail

In Cardiff Jail, grey dawn breaks on
razored walls and living-blocks of stone.
High barren landings amplify harsh slamming
gates, and emphasise the echoes of the
bosses' yells and rattled keys of doors that
only ever bang behind.
Alone...

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The old fashioned monsoons
Meant for the flowers and cacti of Arizona California
And New Mexico
Have fled those deserts and dusty reservoirs
To find a new friend instead in Michigan

Up here in the Great Lakes
We’re not used to...

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If I Die, Bury Me With Pencils

My sense of smell is gone.
Acetone is empty air.

The cough
attempts to cut the mucus from my lungs,
expell it from my lungs.

The fibers of the swab penetrated my flesh,
cotton against...

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I starts me life as pirate, 
A grommet before age twelve,
Not an ordinary bandit,
High sea adventures me delve.

With a Letter of Marque in me han’
And the Commodore for me pa!
I spends dogwatch near the helmsman,
Nerey...

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I'm drawing plans for a fictional realm, 
Insightful brinks and a sacrifice-themed helm. 
Smoothness clings to a grip, then rots away,
Her ruby eyes are shadowed by a torn sky.

Cold, harsh hands of time cement reality, 
Consider a wild...

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