Long Tiptoe Poems

Blossom
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Blossom

Just grab a seat on that stump lad, and I'll take centre stage, 
With a yarn about a small brown donk, and a lad about your age.
And thanks much for the offer, but I'll give...

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Love murmurs in my ear that to be hunted
is infinitely more enviable than to be the hunter.
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The Cold Doorknobs 

I.
I am sure there will be that profound moment in time
when the dog out back will stop its incessant yapping,
Its unrelenting impulse to belch out its interminable wails, 
alas, to inform its...

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Dregs and tumors of decay
co-arise therapies 
for humoring healthy
wealthy life.

Those who stand on tiptoe do not stand firm;
Those who stand with equal weight,
bipedal-planted, do stand resiliently firm.

Those who strain their leftbrain stride 
do not walk...

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Will                                  ...

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(A lone voice whispers)


Within this deep clearing, a mystical sanctuary surrounded by the long trees of Time's perpetual symphonies, we meet.



Within this clearing, sheltered from Storms



Inside this sacred sanctuary, within this journey



A place beyond the...

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WHAT BEGAN AS HACKING INTO MEDICAL DATA OF VETERANS MILITARY FAMILIES ORGANIZED CRIME VIDEO CRIMINAL GROUP WORKING VERY CLOSE WITH CHINA DUE.TO THE EXTREME NATURE OF AMERICANS NEED FOR SONY PRODUCTS MORTAL COMBAT OVER LAKE...

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Poetic nugget discovered today March 29th, 2021...
while rifling thru outdated electronic drafts,
whereby yours went back to our memorable past.

Circa 6/30/ 2017 - Lost missing master car key...
plus additional ordinary travails affecting me
such as near bankruptcy,...

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"Timeless trust,
   trapped in Selene's pendant,
                   pulsates purity and faith 
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Grandad The Superhero

My grandad was a superhero,
You would not think it true,
For now he’s old and very slow,
And he only wears one shoe.

He used to soar across the sky,
Birdman was his name,
But now he can...

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Remembering Elm Street

Take my hand – follow the plan,
Let’s go for a walk down wide Spruce Street;
Friends to play with and neighbors to greet 
But now that we see all that we can
Let’s turn the...

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I cannot accept death

In death there is no righteous  purpose, no nobility, and no meaning
So I have devised a plan to follow, you may wish to call it cheating
I have called upon the Dark...

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what happens in sleep,
stays in sleep, no?

you hope. 

you do your best to 
forget the places that 
you’ve been & the 
people with whom you
have done despicable 
things.

you tiptoe through the
tulips, boundless & naked
sniffing, snorting,...

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The sky turns grey and a bird sings a song.
Sun is hiding truth and lies;right and wrong.
Clouds drift into shapes imagination does create. 
A butterfly smiles knowing the caterpillar’s fate. 
The branches of a tall...

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You Never Know What You’ll See on Elm Street

Take my hand – follow the plan,
Let’s go for a walk down wide Spruce Street;
Friends to play with and neighbors to greet 
But now that we see...

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Written: February 08, 2024
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Scarlet lips susurrous softly,
amid quiescence of dusk
bequeath beamily beguin beats 
within our sumptuous souls.
As grace echoes in crimson,
tears trickle...

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The Wind to the Wayside

     There’s an old man sleeping on the bank of a river, and he’s flying his dreams in an indigo sky. If you listen so softly, there’s...

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Sunday Morning
I try not to wake him, though he stirs slightly
As I crawl out from the warmth of the covers.
I'm tempted to change my mind, and stay awhile longer,
But a glint of sunlight peeks through...

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THEY SOUGHT REMEDY TO SOMETHING THAT HAD BOTHERED THEM.
THEY WOULD MEET SECRETLY TO FORM WHAT WOULD PROBABLY CAUSE THEM TO BE SEEN AS REBELS AND UNGREATFUL PEOPLE.THOSE WHO APPOSSED THE GIANT MIGHT FIND WHY THEY...

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June 11, 2016

I sit on the balcony of a research station in Georgian Bay, disconnected from the world.
The vast waters open up before me, with the rocky beach expanding off to each side,
A blue sky...

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*** Pulled from the Mist *
   What Creating Art Is About*

(For Debbie Harding)

She gasped with an awe of nature,
Walking on a lone trail 
   to its end in the dense

Forest —...

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There is always a song to be sung
and I surround the one on the stage,
crowding him, reminding him
to sing, to dance, to pretend...

I like the fearful,
the devotees...
I smile to them my Mona Lisa smile,
as they...

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With a 7-Eleven Big Cup eulogy slurp
And a McDonalds Big Mac pall bearer burp,
it’s Big Boy Slim Jim holiday mourning time
Take a family reunion picnic funeral ride
	to a cemetery last supper barbeque burial ...
shovel down...

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Escapism – For the readers.

(A lone voice whispers)

Hey you,

Reading this
From way beyond the reach

Of the Great Abyss 

I, Thomas, have a question or two 

Would you blindly follow me if I lit a red candle

In...

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