Long Tablecloths Poems

I Love You, Daddy
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Golly! I do...

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END TIMES : ONE 

[Poet’s Note : This poem arose out of a play on quote in Bible by Christ : “I will open my mouth in parables. I will utter things hidden since the...

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Cabbage grew ears in a silver basin. How rare! Wow! Exclusive is extremely experienced erotic erogenous errors but tremors can often be counted in the folding, unfolding and refolding of long heavy curtains. A lengthy...

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there is a reason i requested this restaurant
much to ponder tonight in our realm
i brought you here on our first date
praying anxiously for a Lady and the Tramp moment
you brought the romantic within me to...

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the combustion of combinations of created

An angle of a candle in a demi flux should not be mistaken for tooth floss, cherry pickers, or ironing boards. For the numerous numbers of numerals note noticeable nuances...

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colored craving things arrive
reaching tender to assault 
eyes unused in wintered 
hollow months
grey and white and plain
becoming sudden kaleidoscopes 
bleeding into landscapes, 

drowning pain
with cacophonies of endless greetings, 
as nature emerges 
with energies and hunger.
awakening...

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It’s only fifteen hundred miles
From Oak Bluffs, Massachusetts,
To Omaha, Nebraska,
But it’s a lifetime away.
All those good years and bad years,
The old furniture and the new,
The thumbed wedding album, 
The baby books, class pictures,
Weddings and more...

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Spring things arrive, assaulting eyes unused; 
Hollowed by a winter grey, whitened paint infused. 

Bleeding sudden kaleidoscopes to landscapes, 
Cacophonies of endless greetings, drowning pain 
As nature comes with energies and hunger once again.

Along a...

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HERE COMES THE HUNGARIANS

A sign hangs like a star upon a building:
“HERE COME THE HUNGARIANS”
Delicious dishes that will please
The American and European palate.

My sisters on the right and my brother on the left,
Pressure cookers upon...

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At the closest point, Russia and the U.S.
Are less than two miles apart
If an altercation breaks out between them
Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart

Baby robins eat 14 feet of worms a day
Eeew! That's...

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At the closest point, Russia and the U.S.
Are less than two miles apart
If an altercation breaks out between them
Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart

Baby robins eat 14 feet of worms a day
Eeew! That's...

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At the closest point, Russia and the U.S.
Are less than two miles apart
If an altercation breaks out between them
Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart

Baby robins eat 14 feet of worms a day
Eeew! That's...

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Her home was my escape
It was an awesome retreat
Full of wonders and surprises
Green glass and old lace
Cut glass and fireplace
A real ticking clock
Fresh laid eggs 
Queen Anne legs
And a cracket by the fire
The dresser, complete...

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Glimpses I caught between the swishing traffic 
on that sidewalk in cold rain and colder wind 
and a cast-off Cleveland Browns windbreaker: a man 
tottering a mime of an off-center grandfather clock, 
and, oh yes,...

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What do you do with a fried lemon sandwich
when lavender leaves have messed up its hair
How to you cut it in two equal pieces
while no one is home and you don’t like to share
Why is...

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 Homeless, destitute with nothing more then a backpack and cigarettes 
down the rabbit hole she went, no linen tablecloths just stricken wood,  
in a house of ill repute;.
She could not refuse the hunkering...

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My Monster

Every week on Good Friday I get restless
Palpitations rise for my week end disasters
A monster boldly barges into my silent abode
Depriving me of my peaceful slumber
Crash! Now which crockery has ended its life?
The moment...

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The Greek Taverna 

Where can you be, dancer of my soul?
I want it be 1967 right now.
Where I can walk into the Minerva
Be seated by a handsome host,
And with my heart pounding..you are now walking towards me.

The...

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An antelope chats to a bean burger on the destination for the butter beans on the train. But trainers were not allowed in a hallowed sacred steam room for vortexes often brush the most tangled...

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No one else exists 

A crowded city street
strolling a narrow sidewalk,
your hand in mine
Pastel neon lights paint the buildings
in soothing colors,
softening sharp edges,
creating a wonderland 
on this cool winter night 

A small bistro, street side...

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I pen now of days of ultimate charm……
Of walking at midnight with no fear of harm.
When days were heaven, not a living hell.
When riding downtown was safe, on the Chicago El.

The Chicago Theatre, so amazingly...

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How can a house be cold in summer's love
Yet gardens grow and puddles disappear
Inside the walls of frost which I speak of
I live unconscious of the month and year

As nature speaks in tongues unclear to...

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I am not made for these modern times
Missouri mud runs through my veins
unspoiled country air flows through my lungs.
my roots are intertwined in the bedrock 
of culture, traditions and folklore 
of a pioneer Midwest

My heart...

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Country Cafeteria

		in Shelby County,
		Illinois, 1989

The two weeks
I spent in that small town
on assignment, I saw no blacks 
except for two older women 
regal in every way, 
hair coifed in silver gray,
working in the Country Cafeteria.
They...

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It's been covered 
by that christmas tablecloth 
for years.
You remember... 
the one with the large poinsettia pattern 
directly in the middle, 
with the cranberry stains decorating 
sporadic spots along the border.

I almost forgot it was...

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