Long Tankards Poems

Paddy didn't want to go to his wife's family reunion. He told her that in the same nice way he had told her in years past so as to avoid other reunions over the many...

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Trifolium pollinated courtesy bombus

Before landscapers mow swaths
across undulating waves of clover
(the father/daughter team
usually cut grass every Tuesday)
bumblebees alight from one to another flower.

Meanwhile, I lie splayed
mid morning June 28th, 2022
with stomach upon natural carpeting
quietly basking...

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THREE WITCHES A LOVE SONNET


Three ancient, rotten, horrid, witches 
just awoke from their daytime snore,
These evil, reeking, damaged, sisters,
Cursed the land for thirty-five score.

As they hobbled down stairs 
they stammered and coughed,
Till they reached the...

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For Old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for “some” other giants – Part Two


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Viva la morning sun


Midnight, dark night, no light, can’t go.
So dark, so quiet, so I guess the neighbours are not home.
Waiting for sleep to arrive, but it never does on time.
Still waiting to permanently close...

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I once lived in high Montana
and I knew a man who live there,
went by the name Rodrigo,
known to most for his wild hair.

But Roddy didn’t grow it long
to try and impress some girl,
Roddy was a...

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Winter Survival 
 
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In the Winter of 83 they used to tell me stories the snow was over the telephone 
lines and they rode horses there and walked them OVER...

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It stood on the top of the hill
dominating all of its surrounds.
Its drawbridge these days lay open
spanning with ease the now dry moat.
Like a fairy tale fortress it had turrets
that soared up high brushing the...

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Once more we have a blazoned trail to muse                          ...

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For Didds

Four tankards found at the foot of the hill
Bet someone got w*nkered, and now they feel ill
Bet it went down so easy that no one resisted
And now they’ve forgotten the tankards existed
But down at...

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Peers
Eye remember the last time eye respected and emulated mye peers they peered all over 
mee. While eye jumped from piers with pears and pares the toenails from the edifice of hice 
bewails while jumping...

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AWAKENING

Sleep and slumber, dreams of wonder... weaving,
morning’s vacuum broke the spell
Pitted pillow, note of parting... leaving,
“from your friend, a fond farewell”
Sunrise throbbing, twilight aching... grieving,
daydreams, flashbacks, nightmares knell
Pale phantasms, visions sneaking... thieving,
plot to fill the...

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O’ crooked branch and magpie’s claw,
yon rusted chains a’ sway this night
Clutch tight a sign “The Seagull's Squall”
of splintered wood and storm clouds fight
Old tavern lone this craggy shore
where angered waves accost the sand
and drenching...

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The sea gathered her voice
on the crest of the waves
as dark clouds were herded
by the wind as he raved
in a symphony orchestrated
through elements of sound
composed by the air
from his drafty compound.

By the drum of the...

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Welcome to the Hogs head
The local ye olde pub
The ale tastes like urine
And there's maggots 
In the grub.

There's straw on the floor
A pee bucket by the door
And rats scurry in groups of ten or more.

The...

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Searchin' the waves for sight of a sail. 
Throwin' back hearty tankards of ale. 
" Sails to port, " the lookout did call. 
So excited was he that he nearly did fall. 
Closin' in on...

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In the spiritual quest for all that is best
I discover another who is seeking it too.
A superior material that's ripe for a touch,
To feel it and test it and kneel with it much.

And our fingertips...

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driven by a painful stain i say yes to 
1/2 empty Bukowski tankards 
full of dusty nothings meanwhile sitting 
in shallow quicksand @ 96 sweaty degrees 
in this emerging limbo 
of rent-per-hour eye blinks 
flicking...

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she would sing with birds
known to set many records 
drank many tankards?

she sure seemed so fine
my vivacious valentine
drank big Ballentine

Have you ever heard of 
Ballentine Beer Before

we were researching
trump lies that had been learching
on big...

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Busty shaped and large of hip
the busy winds of October
buffet my brain
within its whistling cave.

Around the shoulders
of every lumpy molehill
taverns and tankards
bloom in a russet corner of light.

September leaves
leave, shaking their brittle cuffs
and frills,
they fly...

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(A Salute to Emily Dickinson)

I taste a liquor never brewed
In structured vats of men
Not all the tankards ever filled
Could reign this nectar in

Inebriate of Christ am I
His words I’m sipping from
Of life, of love, of...

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