Long Unheated Poems

When that storm arrived,
the entire congregation 
in genuflection 
knelt before 
Her poetic prayers,
they saw themselves shining,
eventually, in Her reflection 

scandalously quiet 
like perculating thunder, 
their minds cracking open,
their whole chicken little sky 
falling closer ever...

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Arrogance is the belittlement, empty lie... the stinking meat-pie-left-unheated and alone in the 
practical-wisdom-of-the-stove. The sometimes deadly and ambitious-quest for an-easier-day-
runaway-out-of-control-street-car-broken down mind trap-flimsy cardboard shelter of the-
ages,

opportunistic,

like the sea gulls singing-sailing along riding away...

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one winter night,
I guess about 2 years ago
in my old unheated home,
which I have since sadly left,
I must tell you a remarkable story
about an attempted theft

about 4 or so in the morning
I was upstairs in...

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FOG   HORN   ON   THE   NEVA

Fog horn on the far off  Neva  dock
A  canal  bridge to open and  unlock:
Today I heard  its...

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"Yes... !" "Kill them with the virtues of kindness my father always used to say... !""

"Arrogance is the belittlement - empty lie; the stinking Meat Pie left unheated and alone in the practical wisdom of...

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Growing through the thorns; strong;
Calling out for help when the days seem long.
When it’s realized that lifes not a breeze,
That only where you go-is what one sees.
Then the hills don’t seem so steep,
The weak aren’t...

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Once manifested on the 
heel of Adagio in G major,
balancés and assemblés from 
the back hand. Baryshnikov told
me to flatten my stomach, so I 
repressed the urge to
breathe; suffocation is
incandescence by the barre.

Then I looked...

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Hope no one is gettin' the wrong message, I am not petulant...My EMail is 
available to anyone (Quasarttt228@aol.com) My phone No. is another matter, but 
certainly available to Shar and other close poets.  Be...

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"Where in any and all other governments has this principal, its own, been abandoned... ?" 
"The end of this writing right here; right-now-below, being the fruit of its neglect."

"Yes I feel today arrogance is the...

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(Dedicated to all those who have died alone.)


They cannot fit, they cannot go along,
and the reasons are wide: pride, fear,
even love never tempered by time,
illness of the  heart or mind, or simply
bad, bad luck:...

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Snow falls on the brittle leaves of birch trees,
their branches miraculously overlooked by the December wind.
It makes a sound like the marching feet of scary Germans rushing through Poland.

Snow, mixed with freezing rain, 
falls hard...

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We need orphanages.
So abandoned children can be cared for,
receive three hot meals a day, be helped
with their homework. 


We need orphanages to be 
Quiet places where children can think.
Away from loud angry music
And loud angry...

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Birds are chirpping,
I don't know why,
Hope to find out,
Before I die...

I'm a stand-up comedian
Sitting before computer screen,
Writing funny things,
Are they ever seen?

A foot of snow outside,
Finally a day worthy
For me to hide...

I've got enough milk,
I...

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Standing on the frozen water, underneath the turquoise plain,

Temperature not getting hotter, chills set in and ease the pain.

Problems of your prior self, discarded at the price of health.

Peoples problems of today, vain and solemn,...

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I remember plodding through the snow
From my grandma’s house to the bus stop,
Listening to the sounds of the tire chains
The school bus thumping along icy roads,
But school was never cancelled.

Bottoms of my trousers would be...

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Are there efforts so bleak?
Grumbling stairways and windows that need paint 
Utility bills comes first and food for the meek

That’s what they’ve become striving each day 
Mortgage rates hit there high 
Forcing families to leave...

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Laying on the floor beneath the window,
staring up at the painted plaster,
little cracks run 
through the goosebumps in the paint.

I can read where the wall is hollow
where it is brick,
by running the tips of my...

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I cherish memories of those long ago mornings,
awakening in an unheated attic room to mingled aromas- 
sweet hickory smoke escaping the old wood cook stove,
bacon frying, coffee perking, and biscuits baking.

Outside, a stark landscape in...

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a parody on song "Winter Wonderland"- inspired by my winter alone in an 
unheated house.

"Come away, I am threadbare
Snow is falling....
Where there' be hair..

A cold-as_sed dam_  night
It's really a fright
Walkin' in my winter underwear..

Butt-cheeks...

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In the summer when the light extends,
The heat grows stronger, loneliness lives.
The house is dead, each fabric retains the scent
Of a decade. Untouched, unable to shed the weight.
Bed sheets lay cool across the mattress, clear,...

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The Truth Speaker.
The voice that speaks in the silence of my unheated room,
frost smoke in morning light and ice crystals of judgment 
that lacks passion, and logic too has the seed of insanity,
the lunatic is...

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The tip of my nose is cold
I always sleep in a t-shirt with my arms bare
Because I like to curl up beneath my blankets
And create my own warmth
I wish I was doing that right now
Instead...

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