Long Thayer Poems

This is a simple ode,
To a soap opera from some time ago.
It was called Dark Shadows.
And it’s still one of my favorite shows.

It aired from 1966 to 1971.
Watching the show was a lot of fun,
On...

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I Love Cotton Candy,
Flowers Still In The Ground,
A Cricket That Makes No Sound,

I Love Clouds That Draw Pictures For Me,
Winds That Blow My Wishes,
A Hand That Holds Hope,

I Love Music To My Ears,
The Way Salt...

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twas the morning of Christmas,
when I spied a mouse,
on Christmas Eve,
he had the run,
of our house,
the stockings we'd hung,
by the chimney with care,
suspiciously were, 
no longer there,


the children all jumping, 
on their warm beds,
were screaming...

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P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 18

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Seth S. Gidley

1832-1916

I will never forget the rain that winter,
And the landslide that still stains my grave.
An evil cursed wind it was, 
Lacerating the drenched cliffs 
And descending gullies of Rubio Canyon,
With wailing sheets of...

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There's a story,
As old as time,

Cute little girl skipping thru the woods,
A big bad wolf who follows behind,

She's Carrying goodies for her Grammy,
She does it with love and because she's kind,

The wolf trots ahead,
He's a...

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In "The Shootist", J.B. Books is not feeling up to snuff.
He has cancer. What are the concerns
of a man dying.

To die
commensurate with the way he lived his life.
Books dies in a gunfight.
McIntosh dies in the...

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There are some who say,
that we were never close.

They are the ones who
made the connections impossible.

When you were born God had smiled,
and I cried.

Because we were told,
you were born without fingers and toes.

Father had lied...

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Oftimes I'm asked; “What drives you, Bro, to generate such verse, 
the bulk of which is awful and the balance, frankly, worse?” 
The dark side of reality fueled each chilling ode by Poe, 
For Macaulay,...

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Parody of "Casey At The Bat" with apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer

The outlook was quite brilliant for the high school stud that year—
the senior prom was coming up, and Casey had no fear.
The babe he...

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Beneath the darkness of heavy hearts,
Tears from nowhere weigh me down,

But I hear a sound,
A mighty sound,

Merry men,
Laughing tongues wagging,

And I hear a sound,
A mighty sound,

Lost memories rush in like tides,
Hands throw roses,

Landing like stones...

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(With apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer, author of "Casey at the Bat".)

The Mudville nine and Casey have their chance for sweet revenge;
They play today in Dirtburg, their misfortune to avenge.
Two mighty Casey homers have us...

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I Was Born Into Darkness, 
      Swaddled In Shame, 
Nourished On Negativity, 
      With Regrets, 
My Wounded Heart Beats Lame.

     ...

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When I Was A Small Fry,
My Father Would Often Try,
To Tell Us Stories All About Life,
 
One In Particular,
Sticks Out In My Mind,
The Story Of Watermelons And Their Rind,

We Were Told To Never Swallow The...

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Please My Love...haunt me down,
                          
Tied Up In Your Bridal...

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she tricked him,
she baited her,
her soft steps,
leaving no trail,

when she ran off,
the only thing they saw,
was her,
fuzzy bunny tail,

her intentions were hidden,
a clever disguise,
masked beneath,
her evil human eyes,

she was determined,
to take them all,
the big ones,
but...

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It was many years ago,

After many kisses too,

A young girl fell in love,

Beneath a sky of blue.


God brewed up a storm,

Snowflakes roared like thunder,

What God has joined together,

Let no man put asunder.


A blizzard roared in,...

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Her eyes went round,

Reflecting the moon,

The corners of his eyes crinkled,

Evening clouds echoed thunderous sounds.


He smiled,

Lighting her desire,

Her cheeks mellowed,

Soft and wild. 


His lower lip trembled,

Stealing her kiss,

The corners of her lips quivered,

They held all...

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____Lakota Language____


hey'api,                                 

khuta...

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I love books that have no end,
truth that is hard to bend,
letters I forgot to send,
and reading them again,

unmade beds that invite,
stories I need to write,
eating ice cream with contrite,
knowing wrong is sometimes right,

I love...

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Where wicked things grow, 
She waits to be found,
Down a dark and dusty road,
Eve, a Pumpkin, dying on the ground,

Ravens pick away her eyes, 
She now sees,
Her grin carved with back stabbing knives,
Revealing her unborn...

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Life has a funny way of smacking you,
not that I'm laughing,
at the sting of redness, 
left on my other cheek.

It is said that karma is,
a word they call a sarcastic woman,
the word that rhymes with,
and...

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He Sat On His Favorite Bench,
In Their Favorite Park,
Cracked And Crumbled,
His Eyebrows Knitted Together,
He Leered, 

Sadness Clouded His Features,
He Drew His Lower Lip Between His Teeth,
From Memories,
His Thoughts Clouded,
Fighting Back Broken Tears,

An Old Woman Appeared,
She...

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Love has died, but I still try, 
A bitter sweet love leaves a sting inside.

Your reasons for leaving were plenty,
As for me, I had so many.

You gave me beautiful roses of red,
Love hidden behind their...

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I Somehow Made Friends With My Enemy,
The One Who Always Pestered Me,
Feverishly Competing For My Sweet Honey,
I Would Never Give In For Love Nor Money.

But He Buzzed Around My Head One Day,
Asking If There He...

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