Long Trots Poems

Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost...

~ May fourth, 2005
wedded bliss nearly fifty years
half a century almost
me not most favorite grown offspring,
she (when alive) did boast,
about youngest sister and her family,
unlike me – severely...

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It seems a shame that you're not here
To share my evening stroll with me, 
As I walk down this gravel road
That takes off just outside of town.
Two pheasants flush from bar ditch pools
(The grassy soup...

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"50 Words for Poe: Rasputin"



The Rat was buried in the Pet Cemetery
His name was Rasputin

She had been fond of him for some time
feeding him morsels 
every now and again
tickling his whiskers occasionally -
until he decided...

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A hymen or a hyena on a hyperlink is akin to a rotating rogue on a rhododendron. Balancing is deemed important by heavy duty wheels upon petals. Such a fascination for the hibernating hybrid horses....

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Oooh now then. Oh just wow. A scarlet salivating sentinel sentiment is wafting air at that door. Blowing. Blowing is not bubbling so do not count powder puffs or smoke globules that radiate sideways. It...

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When the sunlight dies
and it’s time for the moon to rise,
a Pegasus, trots over the grey skies
witnessing your enchanting tired eyes
he knows,
he knows your wings are weak
and your dreams are too big,
making his eyes go...

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I’ve walked a mile in the other man's shoes                          ...

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Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the highway sands and residues of Lot.
They came from severed cities...

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Summer's showers for tender hands
stretching out to rainy skies...not thundering,
stunningly doomed by silence;
thankful hands showing gratitude:
pure love flowing from the smallest heart...
to rapidly move and thrill us
with its sincere feeling
and bring us back to that...

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On a Sunday in the evening
The old barn becomes a hall
Social place where every weekend
The town folk go for a ball.
 
The inside is decorated  
Lights are lit, the banners sway
By the walls barrels...

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Like A Fire Cat - Teaser Taste Of Spring...
Did Fistbump With Ole Man Winter

Once again, this fella alights
this poetaster and trots out weather,
nope not cuz freezing cold bites,
this poetic instance highlights
spate of unseasonably warm temperatures

circa...

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Yes, I know, I should be alongside.
Age and bad knees 
dictate that I am inside the cab
with a long, green leash
so Katie can run close by
every morning, 
for the last seven years
in rain, snow and...

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White America is uncomfortable with moving forward,
they want their future to go back to the past

“Make America Great Again!” 
A brand chiseling, 
cave wall jingo retail sale slogan
Snowflakes wanna hear the retro frost sound
of Viking...

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There's a story,
As old as time,

Cute little girl skipping thru the woods,
A big bad wolf who follows behind,

She's Carrying goodies for her Grammy,
She does it with love and because she's kind,

The wolf trots ahead,
He's a...

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On a Sunday in the evening
The old barn becomes a hall
Social place where every weekend
The town folk go for a ball.

The inside is decorated  
Lights are lit, the banners sway
By the walls barrels and...

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Swept across the oceans red,
That Wretch whom Nostradamus said,
A wound indeed of Intentions Known,
Sent far and wide to weep and mourn,

Such pain did Marx and Mao bring,
This Blood-Thirsty-Dragon, Chingsing did he birth,
Who ends knows no...

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A cold lion roams, doctrinaire and sterile,
The expanse of Africa offers him no sanctuary, the Saringehti no salvation,
He can only smell the scent of his pride now, his cubs shun him,
Repelled by needless roars, the...

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a 1 2 3 4 is not a 1 2 1 2 nor a 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8....ok then hum....x
A house trained duck could run amok in even the most tightest...

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I am going to be sternly in charge of myself today; I will put up with no antics or nonsense.
We are going to clean this desk top today, without any wailing or screaming or pouting...

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                             Go-Dhuli-Bela
                       A poignant poetic time
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A cowboy don't need no plushy pew or a rantin' preacher,
Pontificatin' from his pulpit aerie as his spiritual teacher!
He gits his religion from (to him) a more gratifyin' source,
Cherishin' God's Great Creation from the saddle...

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N TROTSE AFRIKANER BOER

Ek staan vanaand en kyk na my land 
Suid Afrika.

Waar is ons land dan? Waar gaan 
ons le vanaand? 

Ek sien weer die voortreker wa. Ek 
sien weer my oupa se oupa...

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The rising sun greets the undulating plains of Elbert County,
Painting the sky in splendid hues, revealing God's rich bounty!
The eternal star exposes the grandeur of Pikes Peak to the west.
A brilliant moon sinks behind the...

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A metaphor you wont understand, a hint you don't quite get, a curtain slowly opening 
up and then falling closed once more. A skittish animal running out of reach and then 
looking back, the sun...

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Among Solomon’s first love commands in the book of his Song of Songs,

He adjures the young maidens by the gazelle, and how charm makes them strong.

For the gazelle is a gorgeous creature with  beauty...

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