Long Teak Poems

(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the bottle of cinnamon whiskey
tantalizingly low, and my feet swelling above...

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"I Would Be....WOOD"


   "Knock On Me!" or more correct "Knock On WOOD!" You've probably said that and rapped your knuckles against me while saying it! I know you've knocked on me many times...

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Hello I'm agent Brown I am not in  a good place

Hi agent Brown it's okay I'm here for you 

it's the dark place again I  can't breathe 

that's okay just breathe and talk...

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The People's Coop
is a warm inviting place,
for some
a reading and meditation
and arts practice and performance space,
for others
a place to ride sleek bicycles
with self-and-other improvement book racks
while peddling energy into the cooperative Grid,
sheltered by solar panel...

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IT SETTLES AS I FINALLY BEGAN TO FOCUS AFTER HOURS OF RANTING PANTING SEARCHING THROUGH PAGES THE DEVASTATING EFFECTS OF BEING STALKED BULLIED PANIC ATTACKS INVADE MY CHEST WALL CAVITIES BRUISING MY RIBS AN YET...

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The barrister had always been a liberal thinker

An uprising star with roaming genes of a tinker

In the court-room she never took of her guard

But in real life she had become a nude poet and bard


When...

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The clock chimed twice,
Habitually, I folded my scarlet marked sheets,?
Adjusting my smeared diopter glasses as I glanced at the empty library beneath.?
Empty, no surprise, since the earlier hours—?
But to me, it was always just whispers...

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Joyce K

There is this Lady I know, I thought I knew.
Could I have been so wrong, from my point of view ?
She perceives herself, a cardboard silhouette of a soul,
a papier mache doll, an image...

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If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily : LXXXVI

[Note: 216,000 cases of pedophily, perpetrated by the clergy, have been recorded by the Catholic Church in France since 1950.]

If ever I had to...

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The Bandits Rendezvous
By Franklin Price
9/1/2019

Once upon, a Far East time, in nineteen sixty eight
The GEEIA squad made history on a non-remembered date
The plan had come together to build a club house new
When it was completed,...

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my buddy John's Bertram a wood antique
I fixed the engines while he varnish teak
so there we were Joe, John, and Kelly
with a cooler packed with bait so smelly

early in the morning waz headin out the...

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Gather friends if you care to hear, I’ll favor you with a tale
About the fate of a gallant ship that long ago did sail
Built of the finest teak wood in the year sixteen-thirty-nine
A three mast...

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Distressed by Rob Barratt

My furniture is all distressed
It's unusually unstable
The oak bookcase is quite depressed
As is the coffee table

The worktop has a thin veneer
It seethes beneath the surface
The taps know how low they can… sink
And...

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6th November (Palolem)


Twas dusk and terse thoughts in my head they came,
So brawny and piquant thoughts of the beach were beacon aflame.
 Spent rains are deplete and the sun shines bright,
Sandy seas and the cool...

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They said she sails forever the seas off Cape Horn:
See her and wish to God you never was born. 
Laugh if you wish but  there’s  countless bones  
And hulls been sent to...

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The Tree, In The Corner of The Woods


That tree, in the corner of the woods?

The one that peers' over the top in a valley,
high off the cliffs ridge just over there, Blue Hills.

The joyous time,...

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Zen showroom
Stillness speaks;
Teak wood designs

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Words surge free
Creative impulse;
Vivid visions

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Profound stillness
Calm silence charms;
Welcome rest

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Late evening rain
Wet windowpane;
Chilly shivers

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Moon glow mist
Black skyline spread;
No stars tonight

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China ascending
Proud 'pax chinesis' hovers;
Flexing taut muscles

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Small city state island
Singapore sling;
Little Red-Dot

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If you...

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the winter is coming , the cold breeze whispered;
he clung to his rags , cursed and shivered,
the birds fly past to the homes warmer,
curious eyes following the back of the lone traveller,
chirping as if to...

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In a corner of my village, where old teaks creak,
Where their feathery green leaves, with breeze, secrets speak;
Near these none, even at noon ever dare to go,
It's believed that at night ghosts has their fashion-show...!

A...

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Home is a bright pink crepe myrtle blowing in the wind.
His giggles and laughter while placing his feet in the sand.
Christmas lights wrapped around their hands, full of wonder and delight.
A mighty father making a...

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THE 3 QUESTION QUIZ

               Knife at her throat—
             ...

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scents of the old pine and hazelwood sail through the damp air,
the old teak never ceases to astound a visitor.
Gargantuan its tall spread wings engulfing the whole structure.
the minute carvings and the niches in the...

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The old bush pub has seen some times
I'll wager things were good
When all it was, was sheets of tin
and rough cut planks of wood

When cattlemen tied up their steeds
to posts along the street
and spurs adorned...

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My first antiques were bought at an auction after I was divorced
They were inexpensive, great value and talked to me
They gave me comfort at a time when I needed comfort
Using them, they became old familiar...

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Penelopina Teena had a birthday today,
in faerie years she's a whopping 9008!
It's such a celebration as you have never seen
was held for this tiny white petite faerie queen.

A firefly has gifted her with the finest...

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