Long Unlined Poems

Once upon a weedy lawn
At Cedar Oaks Retirement Home
There sat my mother, weak and old
On an afghan knit to block the cold.

It was summer, but in mom's grey eyes
Was winter, when all around us dies.
I...

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“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
–“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven,” by W.B. Yeats 

“I love you...

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The stitching across the genre                              ...

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Travel once on a haunted train,
a taste may make you lose your mind;
Railroad tracks leave the world behind 
dismantled boxcars keep rolling;
Phantom mouths continue screaming,
they show you tickets that were signed;
Pure horror here is well...

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There she was, silenced; in the hush of the night,
By nature's decree and the will of the almighty divine's right.
Upon the pyre, her form ablaze, a somber sight,
While I sought to console my sisters in...

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(This a new Version created using many editing suggestions from Linda:) 

I picked you up
like a “shiny” newly minted copper penny 
it was your kitten fur voice 
O how you would hate that...
the avocado texture...

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I picked you up like a “shiny”…newly minted copper penny 
(How cliché)
it was your kitten fur voice  (O how you would hate that) 
the avocado texture 
with which …no matter what wild wicked hour...

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For diverse ranged interests, in prose and paint, speech annoted by body, frisbee 
aflight or as busking bowl.

Writing poetry, sitting or standing, thought on title, concept craving to be told, 
calligraphy ink to unlined leaf.
and...

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Out of the bowels of Harrisburg
Comes a new woman on the scene
She's head of environmental pollution
She's known as the Harbor Sludge Queen
She's in charge of polluting our county
And putting the environment in a rut
While her...

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It’s pure as fresh snow 
and as pale as a ghost.
It’s the shade on the light spectrum
that I loathe the most.

A beluga whale, the milky moon
and the aftermath of bleach
and all my body’s hidden places
just...

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ONCE IN A BLUE MOON'S VENTURE
I UNDERTOOK A JOURNEY TO SEEK THAT WHICH I TREASURE
THERE HE WAS AND I WOULDN'T LET MY HEART PONDER
FILLED WITH CRYSTALLINE DELIGHT, MY HEART STARTED TO FLATTER

HIS FACE RECTANGULAR YET...

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For five days now, it has sat
Black and gray, reflecting heat
Actually, a very nice Jeep
With expired tags, rumpled bookbags
Yet nobody has moved it from my house
For five days now

As I surmise, with my poet's eyes
Journeys...

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"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you"....A Rambling Poet

The youthful beauty of an unlined face,
Unsullied by the use that lies ahead
Has still the freshness of an unturned page.
A...

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My revolutionary heart smiled at its private joke:
“The poor can’t eat the rich because they’d gag and they’d choke
On toxins like guilt, cynism and greed,
Prozac and Botox – not quite what the poor need.”

But, the...

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Oh my brother I stand before you.
Don’t you forever forget the sounds.
The world will revel in the new.
As these two great towers came crashing down.

As brothers we will bands together.
We shall leave no stones unturned.
Never...

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It was in another time, another place
Back then he brought me red, red roses
Now my forever memory is of his face

Scent of that bouquet time will not erase
Now pressed between the pages of a book
It...

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Would you, with me, traverse an unlined field
deny the jagged edge of distant peak
stroll lazily amid protected calm
or listen as the ragged mountains speak.

For some find solace in the chasms depth
cling tightly to the icy...

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The youthful beauty of an unlined face
Unsullied by the use that lies ahead
Has still the freshness of an unturned page.
A book to show its worth must have been read.
True fairness shows when beauty dwells within.
No...

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Piano keys –
waiting for my fingers,
they dream of a Bach fugue.

Sheet music –
notes build cathedrals of sound
that wait in patient silence.

My daughter’s horse –
strong willed spirited mare
who taught her so much.

Print in books –
the miracle...

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Trivial thinking makes a waste of life;
Like polishing your shoes as Jesus dies.
Yet academics often create strife,
With philosophers more intellingent than wise

Perceptions sharp as nail bombs to the eyes
Are diverted onto other paths and lives.
Who...

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In a mishmash of the ubiquitous
Consonants peppered with vowels
Thoughts flow as my hypergraphia grows
Building fireworks of prose
Upon scraps; line or unlined sheets
With a restrictive verse
I the Poeter can be quite terse
A thought provoking reshaper
A tessellation...

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