Long Trusses Poems

MY VOODOO BRIDE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Married only three hours still in jubilation
My beautiful bride natures finest creation
A seaplane trip to an island just east of Haiti
I had in my life a model of unmatched beauty
She was...

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A work of art for all to see
That spans across; what can it be?
Functional beauty with history
Its help to man is no mystery.

Bridges, beautiful Bridges!

Bridges with beams, trusses, or arches.
Bridges suspended with trusses below.
Bridges for...

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I watched you this morning.

When the cool of the air settled on the morning buds
leaving only the hint of moist stolen kisses
as golden rays slowly caressed the dew from the petals,

I watched you.

Your Cobalt beauty...

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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…whirls..down dimpled dappled jar..

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

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

Smug treacle toned thatch rugs...

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The augury of him in Crimea was so
That Ekaterina said she was tired of sandwiches
But I did have black tea, black Latvian bread with her black Ikra near Black Sea
Hundreds of kilometres from Kiev and...

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Lines of steel stale with rust
Eavesdropping on former voices
That echo long forgotten stories
Of Hobo's and their riding blind choices

Rails drumming a steady pulse
Somewhere between thunders deafening pitch
And piercing squeals of halting mass
A symphony of the...

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I've spanned these banks for many years,
made evident in the rusty tin adorning my roof 
My sides are scarred , colors been stripped
from angry storms through hundreds of seasons.

My river bed ran dry back in...

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To rest awhile

In my Moondust’s arms

In a meadow of flowers

A shady tree

Watching her smile

 

I wove star flowers

In to her hair

She wove me into her heart

Never such love, so rare

Could be

In a meadow of flowers

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A Grisly Tapeworm	


In Anger and in Hatred, a Tapeworm I see 
Unless internally hosted, its Life will not be.
From egg it starts Life, ‘fore an adult worm
Fed on Host’s blood, it gains a portly form.

While...

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It was a seed of love from where the wild flower garden sprang                      ...

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The gated wall they stood before 
No timber seemed  awake to them; 
no splinter stirred amidst the wood, 
the nails now rusty in their beds, 
where once brave Knights had deftly trod 
on mounted...

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The ladder slipped and Dave hung on from the roof for dear life.
He was building a hangar for his plane, and felt the cold like a knife.
It was near zero out, and he was hanging...

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Sometimes I like to go walking 
In search of a quiet place
To free myself for a little while
From the entanglements of this race.
Occasionally, I find myself, running
In circles of modern-day-dreams;
Making ends meet in the fields...

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Cold interest looking downwards
Onward member seeking paradise
Forlorn towards the beacon of light
Darkness creeps in, defiles the eyes
Kind trickery bleached one’s senses
But burrows out the black trusses
Never known to look beyond sight
Enigma before the girl’s dirty...

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Far, far way you've gone beyond worlds 
that divided us in a time I cannot shape or mold--
just shadows, just shadows of you that now
visions barely see the pewter breeze combing 
your fibrous-winter hair: ...

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A spark erupts, setting alight a formidable flame.
Casting ascending vivid flickers of amber gleaming.
Ignited fervor, unbeknownst from whence it came.
The ominous blaze glares through the windows beaming.

A thunderous crackle incites a violent burn.
Engaged by inferno,...

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The Butterfly

By Mystic Rose
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew 
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue 

Lifting her wings she lands...

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Seraph ( sonnet ) 

Oh Seraph loving celestial being

Through clouds you tiptoed ,finger playing harp strings 

Long and short stroking , affecting my heartstrings 

Fine looking maiden with bejewelled eyes 

Porcelain skinned , golden trusses...

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Tired timbers creak and groan;
lonely bones now brittle,
once proud and strong when
bearing the harvest weight.
The wagons and muscular engines
were no burden for my
young and supple limbs.

Spanning the Connecticut,
green to granite -
I miss the melody
of wheels...

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In the mists of the giant bark beneath
  rise old growth saplings out of crag and earth,
where tumbles an ancient evergreen leaf
  from that marvel of great and splendid girth.
That footing seed, that...

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Sight flies notwithstanding
of vertical cliffs surrounded of seventy floors above,
where the fogs and clouds are covering
buildings massive tower tops.

Colossal buildings, 
some have glassy curtain walls,
strengthened with the trusses.
Streets as canyons are below, run by rivers...

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Discarded

flipped right through
like one of fifty two
nothing but spite brews
as lies spew and prides bruise

every bit as bitter as I seem
the tension teems and splits the seams
I explode through trusses and splintered beams
as bright white...

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In a remote village I
recently visited,
houses with tin roofs
over wooden trusses,
ekra bamboo walls,
mud plastered
and humble.

At the roadside,
a community water 
tab stands,
a lifeline for all.

Nature here,
untouched by the
relentless march
of humans,
whispers of a 
simpler time.

I paused for...

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just a tad
bit little
late but
still in
a way

migrating
my grating
worked on
work nerves
are severed

several even
oddly have died
being cut off 
and left
right

where they were
isolated thoughts
not supported by
trusses or beams
or rebar reinforce

ment meant to
sustain or at
least suspend
any attack upon
my heart

so...

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