Long Underwood Poems

Reviewing mine writings of yore...

(today February nineteenth
two thousand and twenty two)
helps me to become more adept
crafting literary endeavors.

Remembrance of past circumstances
and/or happenstances,
which trials and tribulations
(particularly warm fuzzy memories)
brings to cobweb riddled mind
a quaint uncomplicated existence,
where...

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ODE TO COFFEE

Published Hill Rag, Eskimo Pie, Coffee with Underwood 

Mistress of sacred love
Sacred lady of desire

You start my day
Setting my heart on fire
With your dark delicious brew

And throughout the day
Whenever the mean old blues...

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The Playbill for the 9/8/01 show at Godspeed Opera House falls from my  palm to the floor. Here I sit, with a drugged hangover but alive. The last thing I remember is a suicide...

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Thinking out loud, I thought our love was forever,
Stay with me darling, and just hold me for all night;
I have nothing, just memories to remember,
I will always love you, though you are out of...

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Pumped

Reams of paper sit upon my desk accordioned untidily, dimpled where the cat stood or sat too long. The wastepaper basket was full of crumbled balls, reflecting the topography of the Nepali  adventure ...

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I remember only too well
when years ago and once more
the clouds of my mind and soul
hung way below the horizon

pernicious weeds took well to it
infested my brain
grew roots and shooters
obstructed neuronal pathways
and pesticides only seemed
to...

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Old Times and New

I travel in my wandering mind
To a different day and time
Back to the mid-40's
When a cute young secretary was I.

Back when dresses marked size 14
Are current day skimpy 10s,
That's where this reminiscing...

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She asked her daughter to explain fully
How she became the target of a female bully

“The bully said I have an odd, long face
The kids cried, ‘Disgrace, disgrace, disgrace!’”

“Oh Mom, please, is it true?
Is my face...

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A few of the famous had their preferences.  Jack
Kerouac went on the road with his Underwood early thirties
portable Royal Standard.  Isak Dinesen, the Danish Dinosaur, 
(said with love, she was my hero) used...

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After my father died, I moved to his old house
Donated many large items to charities
As each item was removed, tears streamed down my blouse
But some were not wanted; what would become of these?
 
Set up...

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THIS IS A SONG DONE BY CARRIE UNDERWOOD I WANTED TO SHARE WIT ALL OF YOU.


Little boy,6 years old,a little to use to being alone.
Another new mom and dad,another school,another
house that'll never be home.When people...

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I'm having a hard time believing 
That you could just walk away from me
Without having any sort of effect on you
No turning back 
No second guesses
No big deal

We hadn't seen each other in 20 years
And...

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Passages In Life


Others will hurt you, its a known fact
Why do I feel I am under attack
At first I felt a little revenge
For the hurt I was feeling deep within
But the lord showed me there...

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Stay now with me , and listen to my sighs,
Bidding me to drain the curse and know it all.
	Feigned that I spake ill of thee,
As to who beholds two currents thwart amid
	the fluctous profound.

	Pass ,...

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The light that loses, the night that wins
And time remembered is grief forgotten
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
and in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins
Algernon Charles Swinburne 

Spring Light

Depths of darkness,...

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So many things come to us in life
some valuable others not worth much
when it's a gift one feels so good
making it something you want to clutch

God has given the gift of understanding
yes even you and...

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Hours after hours of practice
Making sounds that are polished pearls 
Connected by a thin string made up of
Accelerando, arpeggios, and articulation
O, what wonderful colours you have!
Measures after measures of music
Playing with deep emotions that flow
Sometimes,...

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Young, but hardly innocent, 
For times are rarely ever so. 
"Favors" made to pay the rent, 
Became the harlot's status quo. 

Past the church of childhood, 
Where she had sung the choir's lead, 
To 44th...

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He asked many people.
And sought the wisdom
Of wise people .
Because it has the ability
To teach and educate
He cited cerro gordo
as a perfect cite to
Build a college.
To recreate something that
Once existed and give life
Back to an...

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In 1925  the birth of the King of the Underwood came forth
and some  21 years later, he would grace us with his wisdom
as well as his politics, quotes, manuscripts, short stories and then...

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Plush lips and a pouty face, 
still I can’t hear a thing you say;
Distracted by all the work done 
in the name of high fashion;

Now you look just like a toon,
sponged with what’s real covered...

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My ancient Underwood typewriter, dusty, boxy, charmingly obsolete
Missing p, x and m - still, imperfectly complete
Kept for its craftsmanship and for nostalgic retreat

I wrote my novel (unpublished, unshown) at sixteen
Upon this unwieldy, cranky, clunky, behemoth...

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