Long Townhouse Poems

He is looking at her a bit sanctimoniously
He is about to mansplain again

"Am I spooking you?" he asks grinning
"I'm not trying to propose, Cutie.
God no. Could you imagine?
I just think it's possible, you know?
I'm just...

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II.

The clothes went flying, much fun was had,
she had to admit he wasn't that bad.
So much so that after filming had ceased
she stayed with Norm for another two weeks.

It wasn't all sex, though both had...

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III.
So came the pattern they would embrace,
each spent two weeks a year at the other's place.
The dates sometimes varied on her schedule,
but each made sure that their time was not dull.

She got some bigger roles,...

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Let me tell you, about fear . . . 

      I was laying on my bed when I sensed a foreboding,
and saw the flash of a huge, sharp knife moving...

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Cormack Langton paced down the long tunnel,
tired from the job he’d just completed,
hunting a Nephilim abomination,
a task that he had often repeated.
He had the scars of several dozen fights,
the price he paid for doing what’s...

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Between the cloud and field (Part2.)

In your dying days
The nights were not enough
For in fits and starts
Your faltering heart
Gave up diamonds in the rough

In fields sown for us
I hear strangers’ feet
You are now between the...

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(Dedication: For Regina Riddle)
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Tree caterpillar crawling
Strong windy debris;
Blown over the bough

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Violet blossoms
Vine decorations dancing;
Sun and breeze move

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Joy wears a face:
Your smiles highlight;
Dazzle of morning

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Hasty scribblings
Poetry in motion;
Grassy blooms unnoticed

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Rose garden memories
Touch of rapture;
Thorny issues exfoliate

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Sweet...

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It’s starting to cool down here in Connecticut. Leaves are falling, like giant, burnt snowflakes (science says that trees send chemical signals to their branches to clip leaves away). 

Peter borrowed a friend's toy-like, pea...

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I remember watching that movie 
with you the year we separated

It was just released on VHS  
and for some God Forsaken reason

we rented it together 
on Christmas Eve at your place

You had come upon...

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You think you could be me



With your bleach blonde hair



Your crimson lips



Your hooded stare



You think you could be me



I could be you



We could be thee



Maybe all three



Wearing your twiggy clothes



With an upturned nose



With a sexy...

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From seemingly impossibly far away, yet dramatically near:


Footprints seen, clearly ones left behind there in the sand,

but footprints from a nigh mythic beach, one all but impossible to find;


The myriad Mystery, the Puzzle of Life...

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I visited New Orleans years before hurricane Katrina where hundreds were killed and
eighty percent of the city was flooded.  I saw the Mardi Gras Parade, I listened to
jazz music on Bourbon Street and I...

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It is 5:00 PM as we rush home 
to Brooklyn to our townhouse 
near Flatbush Avenue running to
catch the 5:30 PM subway with
many others who have made 
plans to enjoy a three-day weekend
and get the...

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Back in the days
                           of yesterday and today, or,
...

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As My Town Goes Sinking

My town goes sinking,sinking
Beneath a sea of shopping malls
As I sit and ponder, drinking
Staring into merchandise stalls.

Each mall boasts two dozen stores for shoes,
Providing fashion for Yuppie feet,
While all I can...

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Beige is the itch inside my head 
The dreary, drab walls I stay locked in

I’m a townhouse with a freshly painted facade,
But moldy wallpaper and carpets that are soaked with the stench of cigarette smoke...

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A Villanelle by Jelsr
Junebug couldn't stop thinking about the hood the house
It was just so slumming and urban
Never had he known anything so robust

That morning, Junebug was shocked by loss
He had to calm himself with...

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30 miles out, I'm here to stay
Soon you will leave and be on your way
To work of course, back where I was living
Gadsden to Oxford, long drive, are you kidding?
Like what am I doing? I'm...

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It’s a small townhouse development in New Jersey.
From the names of the streets, you would think you were in Italy.
One section is called “Corte di Roma”.
On the other side sits “Corte di Venezia”
In the middle,...

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