Long Thoroughfare Poems

A harrowing drive on the Schuylkill Expressway
(route 76) both heading into
(and a small number of hours later
exiting) center city Philadelphia
to Schwenksville on May 19th, 2024.

Yours truly (a doodling Yankee), and the missus
went to town, NOT...

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 Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn A Year Ago and yet now No Change
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The Things Never Said
The terror…
The only things ever said about my daddy’s WWII service were that he’d been to New Guinea where he’d ridden on a truck full of soldiers by a river without a...

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                                  The...

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You knew you were going to die. 1
And yet you came, thinking no matter how insane,
the man on the seat of power would never want you dead
… it would be too much on his head.

And...

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Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn
				                             …at the...

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The waters trickling under the
crossing bridge grows ever dormant

And on the one and only discernable
route into this village languishing beneath
there is a old rickety swinging sign that says

" Welcome to Eden "

We trust you enjoy...

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MIRZA GHALIB ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS

Urdu poems about life, passion, pain, night, sleep, thought, longing, laments, death & the heart.

I long to embrace her, Ghalib,
whose thought is the rose in its dress of petals.
—Mirza Ghalib, translation by...

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“O beautiful for spacious skies”
yet marred by all it’s leaders lies.
See it’s “amber waves of grain”
beneath them hidden is a stain

I pause  “For purple mountain majesties”
yet that’s not all that my heart sees
There “above...

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America The Broken

“O beautiful for spacious skies”
yet marred by all it’s leaders lies.
See it’s “amber waves of grain”
beneath them hidden is a stain

I pause  “For purple mountain majesties”
yet that’s not all that my heart...

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She bares the marks of a life lived hard, her face the giveaway.  Faint scar above her brow, chipped tooth, deep furrows that should be gentle crow feet to compliment her gorgeous eyes. ...

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Nothing in my life has ever been anything like this.
When I started my company it was nothing but bliss.
I invented a company called “The Edit Centre”
Back in ’86, I was quite the inventor.

The business model...

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CHARLIE'S CARTOON CHARACTERS

Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a far away land, in the land where Charlie lived, there was a group of cartoon characters who felt as though they were the greatest...

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Legend of Fosse Way

Riding hard under a moonlight high 
not a leaf rustling and it troubles my mind
In the distance there's music of the lyre and flute 
rippling over the moors
Serenading the stars  
The...

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My waterfall of spiral light
hearing the pitter pat
of endless night
of rolling blue Danube thoroughfare junction
flowing to the right
of sequines' songbird function,
Eye, the crescent moon
ebbing and bulging in yr sight,
can only wonder
how you capture
the Sun's fiery...

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(The final part of my serial "Do Not Listen" poem. I had written this months ago, but hadn't felt confident about posting it--until now and with a few edits.)

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Do Not Glisten, Child! of my early...

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Fate Of Mankind...

(this prognosticator ordains,
which if came to pass no brains)
necessary to impress any 
goo goo dolls, nor swains!)

Cited in crosshairs of  thermonuclear warfare
quite an about face from bursts of creativity,
yet omnipresent palpable threat...

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As I look outside today
through my window pane,
I see the cloudy weather
about to start to rain
Dismal, dark and dank
it is outside just  now
How I truly wish
I could be out there somehow 

But alas my...

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It was with immense fortitude that he endured the pain.
His back was arched and head rose as he strode down the thoroughfare.
No one need know what lurked behind his eyes. 
Although in all honesty he...

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I stood beside life's thoroughfare
and watched the busy traffic there,
all swiftly passing to and fro
each in his self-made way to go.
Across the crowded road I spied
the lights of home on yonder side:
but how to cross?...

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what news o' wandering voyager-
do ye bring this earthly home
what knowledge new uncovered
amid the glinting stars alone

what ancient lore yet unexplored
in fields of soaring stone
what secrets fair lie in thy care
that to man remains unknown

and...

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I am here at the library of hours
chunks of time are strewn ragged 
shelf after shelf

here's an early birthday
wafting through this strange corridor wind
the one where I struggled to blow the flame out
of the last...

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The sweet, almost sickly, smell of flowers
cut through the soft scent of the morning's dew-covered grass.
The shadbush along the thoroughfare glowed blond and bronze.
The fields stretched like a flooring of ornaments,
jadeite and musgravite and blue...

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The History of Grown Children

When we are kids, 
we are told of God. 
It is easy to accept, 
a great Father in Heaven. 
No questions about our own will, 
later to be exercised by us,...

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And one day they will perish
With dried, hollow sockets
And there will be no more of them.

No more will the soul scream
From the thorny cage.
One day they will be free
And no more will their hands wipe
Their...

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