Long Tangs Poems

Mitchboggin and Sillyah were best beasties for three years,
until Mitchboggin thought it would be okay, humorous even,
To make fun of orange-stomached elves,
much like some ignorants make fun of star-belly gomach-tangs.

Mitchboggin had grown up thinking this...

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The snow mobile stops and sinks to the level of the snow, no more to go
Which way do I take for shelter the sure or the maybe
Deciding on a surety hoped the 200 miles was...

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Stepping past the crater towards your door,
     I am reminded of warm days
surrendered in flowery abandon while
     brushing against cool veins of
leafy promise, requiring only the slightest
     compassion for the flow of life.

The scope of our crusade sings...

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He Lost Wind Of Her Sails

In the ocean of his mind,
always turbulent,
there sits a Bermuda triangle,
ships being lost, swallowed,
for he was once
a ship lost,
swallowed,
never to be heard
or seen, too,
especially with his ex.
In his coral kingdom,
bright...

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find blue summer in the undulating
fans of the kelp forests’ 
kelly green
swirl aquamarine waters 
lemon tangs and 
silvery blue angelfish dart, 
dive disappear in a cloud 
of color near
fluffy white sand bottom

the jet black stingray...

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chances of me leaving home
chances of me donning blues
chances of me wearing a flight suit
chances of me being chosen
     to carry the sports flag
chances of me staying

what chance do I have...

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I slept with the night
and sadly woke beside the chill 
of a
early morning. 
I will never shake the hands of 
time
that pulled the comforting night
out of my sleeping arms.
 
For breakfast, there's nothing
to me like...

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Sand swishes between toes, pulls you toward peace
the palms fanning you, slowly, like a lover feeding grapes.

Birds peek shyly from the understory, sometimes hover
and chirp-nag you for disturbing their nest.

Every wave splashes me toward the...

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one lovebird sang her last notes


here i am drunker than a skunk
trying to write fast as a slam
i sit looking to wet my whistle and dunk
a past basket and score with her prim and pram

i...

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Captive of spells by all rhymes and verses
Seized in tangs of thoughts and emotions
I gain joy, love, comfort, strength and wellness 
They rob my stress and tensions.

As ink spills down from my deepest blood streams
I...

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