Long Turtle Poems
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White pebble
midnight pond
society ripples
from coo to caw.
Tsunami coming from the blaze
batons -n- blood
plastic shields
window shatter
church aflame
bricks and stones
do break all bones
as well as names.
God cursed
the shame of it all
riot horse clickity clackity
peace shackled
mankind sputters
in the middle of Pennsylvania autobahn-
Pond settles
riot horse back to stall
bloody nostrils
eating a big rotting apple
kicking walls
life settles into black ripples
sleeping white pebbles
snapping turtle press
gobbles it in
it craps
splashing it out
again...
White pebble...
Holiday greetings
Holiday love
Love thy neighbour
Love the season
Season for sharing
Season for laughter
Laughter and blessings
Laughter and joy
Joy in gatherings
Joy in our hearts
Hearts filled with compassion
Hearts desiring true peace
Peace on earth
Peace for everyone
Everyone singing carols
Everyone having fun
Fun with family and friends
Fun playing in the snow
Snow ball fights
Snow of purest white
White shiny ornaments
White snow angels
Angels from Heaven
Angels with guardian wings
Wings of turtle doves
Wings alight on trees
Trees of spruce, evergreen
Trees with colourful gifts
Gifts wrapped with ribbons
Gifts for hopeful children
Children writing lists
Children listening for Santa
Santa laughing, "Ho-Ho-Ho"
Santa driving his sleigh
Sleigh with eight reindeer
Sleigh jingling with bells
Bells in church steeples
Bells ringing in cheer
Cheer for good health
Cheer for Yuletide
Yuletide is magical
Yuletide feast at dinner
Dinner laden tables
Dinner with family together
Together at Christmas
Together in celebration
Celebration of Jesus
Celebration of Lord
Lord …
Jesus ...
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You puckered up your lips
You went and cut your Beatle fringe
You squeezed in your bikini
And you trimmed your ginger minge
Your shadow on the beach eclipsed
The bathers on the sa-a-a-a-nd
Oh Tru-u-u-udy! You're out to bag a man
.
She lazes on the beach
Down by the Purple Dolphin Bar
She dribbles down her chin
While ogling hotties from afar
And even though you're thrice the size
You started out to be-e-e-e-
Tru-u-u-udy! You'd have two of him for tea
.
She spies a clueless victim
As his glasses hit the ground
She gaffs him with a tender look
And the sturdy rope she'd found
Though it's not gold nor money
That will cure this Turtle Dove
Oh Tru-u-u-udy! It's just buckets full o' love
.
She straddled him, his legs so thin
Then she began to pout
For it took half the fire brigade
To pull her victim out
Then he began to run as soon
As his feet touched the ground
Now Tru-u-u-udy, he's nowhere to be found
Apprenticed to enamoring aviary, Love's cerebral chords to refine
To interpret the alluring tones in each, captivating line
Overhead, a snow white dove in the pure light doth shine
Innocent libido's inhibitions to illumine
On silted ground, turtle doves in beautiful harmony fealty bine
Every silky neck strand in seamless congruence to twine
In enchanting Lilac tree, song birds in melodic chorus rhapsody pine
The titillating rhythms of amorous romance to define
On fibrous pulp, wood peckers their virile aspirations sign
Artfully tracing each groove on hull bared and supine
In golden pond, nubile swans in tantric dance align
With graceful movements gently stirring the foamy brine
Hovering , humming birds' wings vibrate o'er suckling vine
Then with salivating tongues on frothy nectar dine
At dusk, Nightingales' guttural groans in palpitating soliloquy whine
The moonbeam's enticing spell on unwitting lovers to assign
Ebony-caped crows bellow bewitching chants o'er listless ravine
Each ingratiated soul with lustful thoughts to incline
Stealthy hawk with piercing eyes each svelte fiber doth divine
Then with dexterous agility swoops down on silky ermine
Let’s go to bed my darling girl,
He grabbed her by the hand and they did a quick twirl.
I fancy you right now so come with me,
His love was growing, that she could see.
Come my sweet one, let’s go and make love
I am ready for you now, my sweet turtle dove.
Wait my darling, just wait a little while
I need time to get ready, you know my style.
You go up and I will follow you
And then you know what we can do.
He ran excited up the stairs,
It was his birthday in an hour, and he wanted to share.
His lust was growing, his legs were pumping
She followed him, her heart loudly thumping.
Ready for a night of passion, his cheeks a faint colour of rouge
And a mound under the quilt, he thought was really quite huge.
She reached out, to climb over him
And watched as his smile turned to a grin.
Oh no you stop there, thats where I want you
This is what I have planned for us to do.
His eyes rolled backwards, as she thought in his ecstasy
But his heart had given out, that much she could see.
Never mind he died while he was having such fun
It is a shame, she said - he was only just 91.
Die a "Fun "death
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I won't fade before sunrise.
may sprouts of affection sigh
I will never close my eyes,
from the turtle dove's tears dry.
Strewn on the sandy beach floor
I'm willing to face what strike
needless for the shoring boor,
although they are still in spike.
I aim to face the sun's rays,
may the blooms be dwell and well?
I'm not running from my ways,
from tears of concealed jewel.
I'll be set free when dawn blew,
let us swing near to our hopes.
No more harm inside of you!
Such awe would deploy pearl ropes.
A gem is not quite a stone,
unless it glows from the core.
A soul can apply some shone,
on auld rocks and call them ore.
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I used to walk with such a sprightly pace,
Now I shuffle slow, like I am in a race...
With a turtle. My steps, they take their time,
Each creak and crack a rhythmic rhyme.
My memory? Well, it is hit or miss,
Where are my glasses? What did I miss?
Oh, look, my fly’s undone again—oh dear!
That’s the third time I have done it this year.
My teeth, they have started playing hide and seek,
One's in my coffee cup, so to speak.
And as for sight, well, let us be clear—
If you are far away, you are not even here.
But aging is fine, I will make it through,
I just cannot recall how old I grew!
Yet in this life of aches and bends,
I laugh it off—it never ends!
An old preacher named Ned
Got it into his head
To make a musical pilgrimage
Before he was dead.
He claimed divine inspiration
To form a band and tour the nation,
And by so doing treat its ills,
Not with welfare checks and pills,
But with arpeggios and trills.
He'd spread the gospel word through music
And lead the land back to salvation.
He first made a violin
And strung it with hairs from his very own chin.
Then next came a saxophone
That he whittled right out of a billy goat's bone.
He fashioned a tambourine
From an old piece of cowhide and dyed it bright green.
Then from a small turtle shell,
He managed to carve a mouth organ, as well.
And last came an accordion
From a corset, two clothespins, and a large rubber band.
What, again, was the plan
For Brother Ned's one-man band?
He would spread the Word through music
All over the land.
His wife helped him to pack
All his stuff on his back;
A quick peck on the cheek,
He'll send a check once a week.
Then he left his abode
With his instrument load
And took his unusual act on the road.
As she waved him good-bye,
His wife heaved a huge sigh
And dabbed at the tears
That welled up in her eyes.
"Poor old fool with his boast,
He's tone-deaf as a post.
But he's set in his ways,
So I'll give it three days,
Or if someone don't hang him,
Or shoot him,
Then maybe a week and a half,
At the most."
Ocean (Circe)
Clearly an abyss,
you paint your lips blue,
adorn yourself in light's zirconium-hue-
masquerading as some golden gem, laden Queen.
Lying in your bed in waiting,
offering the possibility of adventure,
of hidden world's of retreat.
Your magic mesmerizes and flaunts.
Teases with possibilities imagery.
Endless font.
Stories to sell.
Corrupting your fools, licking your taunts upon their feet.
Mermaids minions in seductions reflection so
demure.
Reflecting the sky with their tails.
You are a sourceress,
a prostitute and a street, storefront sign purely forged in a spell.
A true window to your soul and it's keep, that rolls like a dungeon on the back of a Great turtle.
That of a corrupting changeling,
unpurely-changing with every phase shift of swell.
Your great alchemy is fusing illusion with serenity's false sleep.
With your ambitions that run silent, and run deep amongst that subsiding pillow.
Your platform for your maelstrom of sinking- through Azurine- dreams.
Your quicksilver beads above the morpheant sands that flows so easily,
like the lies that lie beyond men's reach.
Did you ever see a cow with a green eyebrow
Wow! Hope you sought some help
Did you ever see a llama, wearing pink pyjamas
Something more serious has developed
Did you ever see a fly with a polka dot tie
You're really need to visit a shrink
How about a turtle wearing a form fitting girdle
That would certainly make you blink
Did you ever see a bee with a sunburned knee
Should have used more suntan lotion
And a bear with pink and green underwear
Surely that would cause a commotion
Did you ever see a spider drinking apple cider
How about a bear combing his hair
Or how about a kitten wearing woollen mittens
Or a horse fast asleep on a chair
You may think I've been smoking funny stuff
But believe me that isn't the case
Actually I see many things that others don't
Think I might be from outer space