Long Trestles Poems

My guru carries a set of brass knuckles
you'd think he'd be all yes sir and no sir
but instead I get ahah hoho and egad
I can't do anything right on my best day
and I have the...

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A curtsy in my red dress,
                         trestles hanging down
  ...

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A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work to...

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October’s Finale

October sets the stage for ghostly goblins – frost on pumpkins; 
 Black cats yowl on top of fences arching, upstage the moonlight;
 Floating apparitions of wraiths soliloquies in mid-flight fright;
Full moons cast eerie...

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Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar..

Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. 

Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…lace whirls..grace dimpled dappled jar..

Perch...parched pagans besmirch..sip...druid fluid drip..Iris’s secular church..

Venerate yesteryear dips…commemorate Faustian fillips....teasingly pickled..

Smug treacle toned thatch...

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His home is always
where he is –

Beneath the trestles
of clattering trains, he huddles
in the damp & sandy wind,
eyes across the ocean,
sandwich crumbled,
filthy in his coat pocket

His home is just
where he is –

Now inside a box...

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A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each...

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“That body is female!”, they tell me.
At the turn of the moon
It purges itself of its sins,
Washing away what lives could have been,
Punished for failing biological duties.

“That body is female!”, they tell me.
Forever marked with...

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Where are you now?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Been a long time asking everyone.
Troops and Groups of strong young men,
All passed out as fighting troops and then?

We went in as young raw recruits, so strange,
We...

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She misted into the bar
and stood blinking in the neon wash
Her gaze meandering
over tribal councils
of youthful conquest and conflicts.
Curled trestles of burnt blonde
hair framed her naivety.
Greenest eyes with hints of jealous dragon scales.
Red satin shirt...

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Into the heart of Canada on a winter journey,
     On the northern steam train to James Bay;
A scenic tour with a dining car and sleeping beds,
     ...

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The Phoenix Column was invented 
And patented in 1862 by Samuel Reeves,
Vice President of Phoenix Iron Works.
It consisted of sections of rolled, 
Flanged wrought iron, riveted together,
Creating a hollow structural column
That was lightweight, but strong....

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Crabs
Small feet pounding the pebbled path,
Desperate to escape
From imminent danger.
Eight legs and two claws
Advance in their thousands
Upon their prey; the child.
Refuge is sought in an adult's arms,
High up and away from
The frightful crustacean march.


Roman
Crimson red...

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There is still Poor 
There is still Poor 
 
 
Some people do not cell phone some people still do not car some people do not 
live house near by and large but sleep them...

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Pan to the open door in the sky 
Mother Nature's afterthought 
Calming tufts of dawning light 
Beating the grays, calming the night 

Resting piles of eerie stone 
Days of past gone terribly wrong 
If your...

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“The mind trestles the bridge to redemption.”
               – Thompson Emate

When night falls,
Sounds come from stalls
piercing through the tranquil night,
We seek for...

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Like the faint ray of sun on an autumn day,
Thou alluring Josephus, bring all my warmth.
Trestles on trees crunch while the birds play;
And all the stars sparkle as if it was the fourth.

Crossing paths with...

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Not the wisping grasp against the parchment
That licking click of writer as he tpyes
The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen
Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes
Scrapes and scrawls on cave dwelt walls
Truncated...

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Not the wisping grasp against the parchment
That licking click of writer as he tpyes
The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen
Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes
Scrapes and scrawls on cave dwelt walls
Truncated...

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The clock heralds midnight,
Yesterday has dimmed its light,
Its troubles chauffeured past,
Hopeful lights are cast.

Every day casts its dice.
I sojourn paying the price,
I'm awakened to a new day,
Grateful for the trestles that bore yesterday.

A mirror of...

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I’ve befriended lovers:
I’ve befriended lovers daft as harlots cleaved
like the glass in extrinsic films.

My sagacity has matured like adult freesia.

I had been saturated within tasteful ages.
I built fences near the trestles of disbelief.
I sought to...

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