Long Thunderbird Poems

Sacred Earths Tiny Dancer

Arise, My Beloved! I say, Arise, My Love!
For you are a Sacred Dancer
In the Great Spirit's grand and glorious ceremony—
A hallowed space where
Ancient mountains spirited stories in stone.

Valleys cradle the songs of...

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"Blame it on the rain", for business 
on your sunny day, 
though it is a provider for you, 
you provide a poo poo.
World, obstain or remains In your dusty bowl, 
she be more precious than...

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A gorgeous day, first day back at school. 
I could hardly wait!
It was still dark when I left,
On two medications that should have never been prescribed together.
But they were, and by the same doctor, two...

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Ford score and...Chevy
five years ago,
my Model A strapping
handsome big bro,
(who sped like one
speeding Triumph font lee, crow),
wing, & swooping Thunderbird, with
bold face observers whistling Geronimo
(Holy Jeep), this meant war
whooping Comanche 

decked out as armadillo
kicking up...

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(On May 1 1960, at the very depth of the
Cold War, CIA pilot Gary Powers was shot
down over the central USSR.  Here we are
imagining his conversation with a charge
d'affaires of the US Embassy. ...

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TARNISHED REFLECTIONS

At the age of twenty, after enlisting in the U.S. Air Force, I took my first alcohol based drink.  It was a Tom Collins, generally considered a ladies drink.  I soon began...

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Ford score and...Chevy
five years ago,
my Model A strapping
handsome big bro,
(who sped like one

speeding Triumph font lee, crow),
wing, & swooping Thunderbird, with
bold face observers whistling Geronimo
(Holy Jeep), this meant war
whooping Comanche 
decked out as armadillo

kicking up...

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'Camp Chippewa, ' its tennis and rifle range, X-Class sailing, 
And classic 'Old Town' canvas covered wooden canoes, 
Not the low-class aluminum canoes of a 'Camp Thunderbird.'
Cass Lake - garden of the Mississippi's hidden currents,...

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                      In the heart of the forgotten place,
whispers an echo in the twilight ...

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I have heard a myth, a rumor,
A legend long ago told. 
About a mighty being eastward 
With arcing wings of gold.  
Its breath alone brewed fierce storms
A shaken feather made thunder roar. 
And God...

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Off to the junkyard we go.
The racing season is over.
Must build a car for next year.
Let's see what sitting over yonder.

Like I've woken from a 50-year coma.
Nothing here I can recall.
None of these cars are...

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by Patrick Cornwall on Friday, January 20, 2012 at 10:08am

He was the last of his kind and it was known.

Some dated him one hundred years and he had style.

Christmas was his time and the rest...

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The man lept from our balcony row and landed directly on Tebow and K'Vnulash, who began to tongue kiss passionately, realizing their final moments were at hand. It was not a gory explosion, but one...

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Kick the tires, light the fires, now I’m off and on my way
To different lands on foreign sands although my mind is far away
Back to the time when I was nine or so, guitar thrust...

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Redding Poem 1
"Oh Noisy Redding"

There at the Thunderbird Lodge in downtown Redding,
I heard the gods screaming from steel axles with rubber
Claws, scratching the timeless asphalt streets with mayhem.
I heard the sirens from the mysterious distances...

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Number One, out of Three

Sadly, badly is the way I handled it.
Things were falling apart, nothing fit.

Leaving it all behind, I hit the road.
Neglecting responsibility and the load.

A hundred thousand miles upon wings,
Soaring all alone,...

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Possibilities, like children, navigate the classable realms,
settling upon the measurable.
Amorous piglets, their peachy snouts delve,
rooting through the trash heap of desire.

"In a time beyond now," wheatenly speaks the tale-spinner,
plucking a clover, pale and crowned with...

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Took an old memory out and cried a little
Seems time has taken its toll
Remembered drag racing on the stretch
Beer party down at Devil’s Hole
Pack of Luckies at Dutch Hill Park
Campfire in the Pines late at...

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Wine –O Pete and Peggy
They nursed their bottles
Like a mom nurses her newborn

Magic was inside their bottles of wine
A drink or two washed away their storms

Their lovers were, Ripple, Thunderbird and other
Bum wines that were...

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It will be remember by folks like you and me,
as one of the most dismal failures in history.
It was created as a new division of the Ford Company.
This car became a disaster within the auto...

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Native American collage





Traditional tribals that followed Sioux religion,
Had spiritual beliefs
performed controversial dance ceremonies,
Waken- the great spirit
was one universal source,
Mother Earth birthed all
animals, plants and humans,
Black Elk sheltered all,
The sacred hoop said unity,
Circles symbolised oneness,

Invisible Great...

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My sky friend knew the glistening wound would 
Prove fatal as my faith pulled
     Itself to the side of the highway to die 
     Among that patch...

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Anti-Poem— “Going To See Honey Sanchez”

gloria and me we take a yellow taxi from canoga park
we go to see honey sanchez at the olympic on grand
she be the dragon lady on skates she and terri...

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Are our spirits that of the great Thunderbird
sowing their seeds within the powerful storm
are we just feathers afloat like useless words

slowly they float down landing within the form.
See the steamy breath rise from the buffalo
the...

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The bikies are in town today
 Least they're trying to make us think so
 I know different
 Thunderbirds, they really are
 FAB Virgil
 I heard someone say

 Lady Penelope sits astride a  97 Bonneville
...

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