Long Swabbing Poems

With minds like crystal prisms, they shatter light into every spectrum of possibility, foreseeing storms before the first cloud, hearts bruised by premonitions whispered on the wind. Yet, they dance in the rain, a silent...

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I've never twitted on Tweeter
                nor am I an Instagrammarian
          ...

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All that we accomplish for ourselves perish with us; all that we do for others and the realm endures. Fear of the path leads to fear of death. A person who is truly alive is...

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Speaking perfectly clear,
let’s be Frank:
Put the Zappa down — 
Don’t even remotely think
about changing the subject
Swapping, swabbing another
into your wax-filled ears
Why does your sleep-glazed eyes
love to eat the sliming ooze
coming from those iridescent screens?
Giving you...

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I've never twitted on Tweeter
nor am I an Instagrammarian
I've searched on Goggle
but cannot find MyFace on the interweb
I ask "how do I find the North Star?"
and get 4,460,000,000 hits, mostly ads
for an ice cream bar...

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Shiver me timbers
What's going on
I was dressed as a pirate 
When I woke up this morn

I looked in the mirror
And let out an Arrrr....
I came equipped an eye patch
And a swash buckling Scar

I felt the...

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Practioner of cons, grifts, & rips.  
  Swabbing a deck on a sinking ships
Inexorable in persistence
 lacking all patience  
Or any social boundary

LIE TO ‘GET’ then ‘GONE’ 
    ...

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My car is really a boat.
I've tightened down the main mast,
And I'm swabbing the deck,
Staring at the plank,
Contemplating who to push.

In dreams, boats symbolize the body
As water does for life.
If my body carries a soul
And...

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I had a sweater
By Richard Rix

I had a sweater
Made from all the colors I know
From family red to traveling green 
And a future yellow that would glow

I had a sweater
Made from memories and dreams 
Of...

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True happiness resides within each of us

We alone are responsible for our own well being

It is so easy to blame external forces, people, or events

But the bottom line is, we're the ones steering the ship

We're...

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A quiet man,
a good man.
An exquisite  artist
in 
watercolor.
Self taught.

As a sailor,
he was excused
from chipping paint, 
swabbing decks,
or peeling spuds
by lighting up
when the Chief Boatswain
barked to his crew
“smoke 'em if you got 'em.”

Excused, 
he put...

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True happiness resides within each of us
We alone are responsible for our own well being
It is so easy to blame external forces, people, or events
But the bottom line is, we're the ones steering the ship
We're...

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