Long Tabletop Poems

Personal Worth 
Everyone has value. Everyone has been called for such a time as this to use their unique gifts and experiences to serve others and to serve God. But what are those gifts? And...

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It is an unseasonable March day.
My kitchen blinds are drawn against morning sun,
their slender slats like new skin protecting the body's vital organs;
eyelids before this rose-covered tablecloth as though the blooms
are the pale larvae of...

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Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecake - oh yum!

Hard knocks Methacton school alum
ofttimes finds ruining his fate
while squarely planted on me bum
nevertheless felt rightly triangulated 
flashed mobbed by disheveled and unshaven, 
foo fighting beastie boys
whereby their...

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A Dismantled Poet



And here I will put agony
Just leave it there on the shelf
And maybe I can ignore it
Let it gather dust in so many blankets
That maybe I won’t feel it

And over here this is...

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One two three pea leap. Wow. A slip knot is neither a sleep nor a striped strap. But stealing from an arsenal area is not a wonderful idea is it really? Well come on....is it?...

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The memoirs of an ashtray should be written by the giggling pot pourri for pot pourri are neither properly printing nor are the proficient professional photographic petals. How exciting is the table today? Not very....

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COOKING WITH JIM                      

actually, with him in spirit, in the kitchen 
of his quaint...

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Hard knocks Methacton school alum
ofttimes finds ruing his fate
while squarely planted on me bum
disheveled and unshaven,
whereby gray stubble encrusted
with wayward synonymous days old crumb -

after wolfing delectable entitled...

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Scrubbing dishes in a cold kitchen,
on a tabletop rats nibble
through a leather bible cover. 
She turns,
a lock of sweat matted hair over one eye,
shakes a red knuckle at a wailing child
sat on the floor by...

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There are certain smells, sights,and tastes,
which will always remind me of Grandma.

The yellow of freshly molded butter;
thin, floral china tapping on a white porcelain tabletop;
the frail softness of my own thin skin,
veined now with the...

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Another Easter spent
feasting on Jelly Bean Martinis,
sculpting butter lambs
with Nana’s mastiff Escort
snoring by tabletop fire.

Aunt Bea smoked lemongrass,
shading wooden eggs 
with Dappled Willow shrubs.

A whimsical Slovakian cousin
suggested we whip each other with willow rods,
sprinkle ice-choked...

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I wonder, sitting in the corner,
mulling over the child cleaning tabletop for the owner;
Owner of the shop where i am drinking tea,
And feeling sad about the boy's plea.

I rose from my seat-
Moving ahead with trembling...

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Ode to the Cockatiel

You exasperate me. 
The most maddening creature
To walk, 
Waveringly across the tabletop
Drawn by an invisible wire
To my bowl
You stand
On the tips of your claws
Four scaly toes strain
You peer 
Over the edge 
And...

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Pile drivers have replaced gandy dancers
And Mayflower trucks the circus, open-cage parades
Horse drawn down Main Street U.S.A.,

But overnight canvas bosses still command
Roust abouts to raise big top sails,
Over decks of prairie dogs and tumbleweeds.

There are...

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The Nap
        by Odin Roark

Through a smudged barroom window
A child stares in at the old man

In his darkened corner spot
He sits on a rickety chair
Head bent downward
Bleary eyes...

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A waddling wafer in striped pyjamas

A feathered goblin often chews a tail from a sweet scented twig but a pixie can eat over two hundred caramelised pebbles in one single bite and swallow. Swallows passing...

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Allegro
Crystal decanter, wine in a glass. 
Tabletop woodwinds court candlestick brass.
Fine sterling service, stems in a vase.
High-tone enamel meets low double bass.
Pale yellow roses, peaches and grapes.
Clarinet colors tint saxophone shapes.
Citrus in concert, lemon and...

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As I leave work this Friday night,
my mind is still in over-drive.
Momentum from my busy day
keeps spinning mixed ideas and plans.
But just now I face a heavy task
involving choices to be made:
my mother moves tomorrow...

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The tabletop reverberated by your powerful fists
My nail polish on the other edge, 
If it jumped an inch, It jumped five
I caught it.

Arm raised up over me, poised for the strike
I believe you
Scissors wielded like...

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Dust
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sickness come up again. a burning lesion, a churning wave
will u wait for my skin to grow back
picking apart the cells, and seething for hours in sweat
or is this the ultimate. the death of u...

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Spin it; walking into burdens den amid the silence to seek this canvas of sin....

A tabletop of passions colours to splash upon its ever darkened moment

While as ripping the curtains down that loves light may...

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A ship in a dip is a duplicate of a massive six ton truck echoing at nine miles an hour in a tunnel. Oh traffic rather stoic today. But trafficking is often great fun for...

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Fields on hills a patchwork of colour Green gold rice barley prairies
The sun filtering through the lace curtains danced  on  the  tabletop
The cats  unblinking yellow eyes exuded  an air of...

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Music came out of my fingers
made me dance all over the wall
My parents were askance
For I was a newborn from a small town

I was tapping my fingers on my highchair tray at one
Loving the feeling...

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