Long Turnabout Poems

It was the weekend, and I was sleeping late that day,
Alone with the morning, while savoring marvels of May.

As I drowsed luxuriantly, at the outskirts of dreams,
I heard a strange sound, while soaking in gay...

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I loved my job as a botanist, which took me to many foreign lands,
Like the golden sun rises smiling, to meet all our natural demands.

I was always marked for this work, ever since I was...

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Though I'm ashamed to say it now, I never took conservation seriously,
Just living life as if nothing else mattered, full of wonted complacency.

I would hear intense talk of the climate, recycling and global warming,
But I...

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I was forever losing things, and my laughing friends called me a klutz,
Like darker skies misplace buttery sun, when a severe storm develops.

I had once lost the keys to my house, and waited locked out...

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I dwelt once in a dreamy town, my land was alongside the border,
In a region of natural beauty, next to a crystalline body of water.

From the jade hills of my land, I could clearly see...

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Warning - Mature.

Sweet night, a blanket made from scented space - holds this would-be poet in its arms.

Tightly - yet with care.  Caring - yet with passion.  Smiles her heart.  Trembles her...

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LET'S NOT FORGET THE FORGOTTEN . . . 
 
The missing children - the mentally ill - the homeless person on the street 
When we are returning home to our own lives - sewn up...

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What if our minds were like spider webs,   
Spreading to the invisible realm?  
Beyond the brain seems blissfully insane
Like a transcendental spell.  

While science is keen to explain our dreams 
And...

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Pure filth in the sick terrain of disease
amoeba,bacteria gnawing on carrion putrid
smelling awful the fetid wafts captured noses
puissance in resistance aided by gear little
toll was heavy like a hammer of God.

Sins overgrew like wild moss...

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It’s a terrible thing to be treated
as less than human ... all should abhor
Considered only as beast of burden — 
that’s the lying end of it, nothing more

Iron yoke was our neck collar,
leash was a...

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I wonder how long we few can hold out,
Before our resistance goes up the spout,
And we can no longer remain stout,
As we find ourselves in a world full of doubt,
Where the desperate and the lonely...

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The guy she hired to do me in,
unbeknownst to her,
was one of the blokes on Friday nights
with whom I played poker.

All this time she thought I lied
and was having a sordid affair,
because I didn’t tell...

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Everyone she meets want to
sunbathe in her smiley face
My happy-go-lucky girl
with the sexy turnabout twirl
She’s got a wooing walking way,
sensual sway ... sultry sashay
And my adjectives get jealous
about her everyday
Office chatter gets whisper low
when my...

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REMEMBER JACOB

what is normal?
i’m back to it
with my back
to the negativity
a smile securely
in place, in place of
the fog that was raging,
raging strong…
fighting me (how
do you fight an entity -
you cannot see).
i pray, i pray
through day...

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Curtal Sonnet Sequence

A woman should be gentle, always kind
Yet he held her down to rape her again
Removing the smile that once seemed to glow
The joy of love had long since left behind
A fragile doll that...

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based on Elihu Burritt’s “Christmas in Germany” (c. 1850)

You find a hand-built chapel among small homes
constructed by children. But what children – 
vicious young ne’er-do-wells from a Dickens novel, 
pickpockets and worse; if not murderers,...

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Dear Dr. Freud, what can I truly say?
You know my ego does get in the way
a heavy block of much love for the self
freezing up the chance for someone else.

I know that deep down in...

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Luxurious little lemon tree
in the freshest garden next to a pea
was heartily happy and wildly free
She could be herself, and forever see
Chickadee’s nest and a drilling bee.

There was a haunting melody
Somewhere nearby a dog had...

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Seeing you all glistening wet
 from your nice, long hot shower, 
Makes things tight in my lower stomach
 and frustrated that you have that power.

One minute, I can be mad.
 The next second see you...

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I want you to want me
                    .....you only want me when you get to decide

I need...

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PHRASIS STREAMS part 5
Inwardly afraid,perfunctory &peripheral
the how&what of our choosing,these
whispered sounds of tender lasting
moments,ever seeking a rationale.
Waiting&wondering to pursue that
inner voice or proven better way.
Such a blinkered view so innocently 
implored,innate but creative,these sounds
of words...

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ODE FROM AN OG
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Today the New York Marathon's
Become a non-event.
The runners' opportunities
To race both came and went.

At first the mayor said it's on,
Despite the storm's destruction;
And then, last minute, pulled the plug
And gave a new instruction.

The racers coming...

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Golden streams from a silver plain
Watering ruby ans emerald grain
Flowing past ivory cities
And amethyst clouds of rain
Yes, that's what goes on inside my brain

Blue and yellow splashes on red
Swirling across the blackened led
A flat cold...

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A bouquet of jasmines and gardenias hangs
Their fragrance losing ambrosial whiffs;
A death of his loyalty truly wrought
Where crackle of night marks a bridal vow’s end--
How I , in sunken despair stand alone
On the aisle of...

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