Long Tuck Poems

I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze....

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I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze....

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The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal...

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I met a proper woman in a proper pub on a Monday in Peoria. It was noon, time for lunch, and we were sitting stool to stool over very large burgers at a long mahogany...

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Part 2.

Come on in, the phone is on the wall there. I’ll go and change. You’re on the Massey farm. Do you want a bite to eat with your coffee?

Yeah, thanks. Genecia looked around, the...

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**Trigger Warning**



"I Knew Anne Silently - My Ravenous Poe" 

I knew Anne.
you’d think 
with a name like hers
she’d be able to find her way 
out of unchartered waters.

it didn’t come as a suprise, 
then, on...

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Tell Them

To all who have never known, it's time that you've been told. 


Tell the population to change its ways before these lost lives and souls are all in vain. 

Tell the girls to think...

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Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was sitting up close to your date.
One hand on the wheel...

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"Don't get too close"

(Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze ...)

We are taught from day one
Not to get involved ...
"Don't get too close to your patients,
Or the emotions will get the better of you"
Don't get too close ...
Don't get...

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The Bell in the Bush

Down woodland paths the wolf did roam
Far away from his packs home
For game he’d wandered off to seek
The sick, the helpless and the weak
When happened he across a fawn
Tied amid, a...

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My life hasn’t always been easy...
                             ...

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The Sheriff, not a pleasant sort 
Was learning of a bad report
About a soul, Who stood defiant
And swore an oath, to topple tyrants

Who once was noble, but now has strayed 
Hell bend upon his rebels...

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I still want you to cradle my clementine cries
I would like you to embrace my eloquent eyes
But, I won’t hold on to your lament-lullaby lies 
Don’t ask me why I want to rub your temples...

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Allegheny rail train has been rolling along since dawn.
I can hear the patchy sounds of the horn ushered by the wind.
Sounds at first are muffled but become distinct as the train gets closer.

Gulls hovering over...

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(21st century pearly white prosthetics,
restored jaw bar wah key) 

Aye noel hunger bristle,
and when false teeth soak at night 
     in tandem with stubby facial gristle
har reckon noah kisses
 
 ...

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Morning unfolds me into 
its warm and accepting light.
I sweep my front porch, read to my boys, 
walk the dog. I let the breeze blow my hair
and rustle my skirt into fluid waves
exposing my beautiful...

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      As I fall into the buzzing altar of heavy 
metal shifting sand, maw, swirling sheets, 
illness drools plus plus halcyon?
drawn too many wrinkles...

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Timmy Tom Tuck was a young fellow with charm
who one summer stayed at his grandfather's farm.
He loved to eat ice cream and Grandma's baked goods
but his favorite thing was to play in the woods

He so...

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I'm singing along with this song
I so want to belong either right or wrong
There's a raging storm against the sea
Possibly, I've been wrong all along, baby

Incredibly tired of losing it over and over
I long to...

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This lucky youngster definitely got an ample helping of “love” whenever he visited his grandparents on their farm.

                 ...

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Millie Mable Millipede was worried by the news.
Mike and Molly Millipede would soon need winter shoes.
Their itsy, bitsy, tiny feet, until now free and bare,
Were leaving cold and frosty foot prints almost everywhere.

Winter soon would...

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The house smelled damp and musty as I stepped into the parlor. Cobwebs laced the windows, and the plants were all but dead. 
Uncle Roy and Aunt Nadine were quite a lovely couple, and right...

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There's a defender among us, a friend who never surrenders or concedes
No thief is he, who offers encouragement to people with his kind deeds

A rapscallion, devoted to negativity, brings gloom to Poetry Soup Forest,
a site...

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This is to my daughter, who has yet to be conceived.
I will love you as I have never loved another.
I make this promise now, from you I will never leave.
I will always be there for...

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MY LOVE, it was never your touch that sent my soul on fire,
           the way you ignited my passion without ration to acquire.
  ...

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