Long Varicose Poems

I wax poetic as lifeblood imperceptibly doth wane

Mine body electric analogous 
to Google map pronounced 
with arteries and countless varicose vein
visible popping blood vessels  
leeches haven grand old time 
at expense of poor sucker...

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Her lips caress another cigarette
A fading belle looking for love
The smoke veils a creature of habit
Chasing a young girls dream

But this Genie found the palace doors locked 
Her youth distilled into a bottle of gin
Diluted...

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Watch me walk through the sadsands of stupored time 
trading youth for aged ashes, suredness for shyness
knowledge for retirement, candor for cowardice, 
diligence for dunceness, eagerness for 
edginess, fairness for flakiness, goodness for gonadness,
healing for...

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Each One an Israelite

Are parts of my poems would not put past
You from the beginning until the very last
Are beyond belief and have much doubt
May be hard to tell what they are about.

Noah put people...

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They stand erect on the hill side listening to a jubilant ceremony saturated in the wind and the lake side spilling waves of hope over amplified sound while the residue of life scampers all over...

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There, so long ago ...
Precious little one, hair of platinum!
If I could but speak to you from the "now",
From the heart of the man you will come to be ...

Oh, you have a pure spirit...

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			Naked death


…the barred and sealed cattle wagons
							disgorge
at the Konzentrazionslager
						            the faux pas relief
    from urine mud faeces sweat and tears
unkempt armpits...

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Age gracefully…that’s what I’ll do
Going to ignore the lines, how about you?
Inner beauty is what really counts
I happen to love my drooping mounts

Absolutely no Botox or fillers for me
Another varicose vein, Yipee
I’ll learn to love...

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Those strands of grey on your temples
Creased brows in a smirch stained plea, 
Those dark circles around your eyes
I know they have come for me.

Those gallons that you have sweated
Managing our home and hearth, 
Endless...

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Starvation, famine, death for all.
The prophecy foretold long time ago.
Bear no fruit of hollow labor.
That makes the urban and rural looks varicose.
Ploughing all day nothing to bring homeward.
There is many a brave heart here dying...

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and strolling around their garden I imagine our child:

grass tickling my toes like gelled hair, spiked when a teenager;
two slides out for summer, side by side, form his legs, sturdy;

her arms rise and fall in...

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1. I need more than just physical loving; I need to be held gently,    comforted 
when I’m in pain, and talked to softly.

2. When you look at me do not just look...

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Here's a story about a gang of grannies
Who knocked over a panty hose store
They were nothing, without their support hose
And they wasn't gonna take it anymore

Late one night, at an old folks home
A few grannies,...

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Ella was an old woman
Who wanted to learn to skip
She held tightly to the rope
So she would not lose her grip

Tossing the rope over her head
That's when everything went awry
Her face went extremely red
As the...

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Unbearable beauty in brown
Was Lily the toast of the town.
She had such a fine air
With her brown auburn hair
As she danced in brown velvet gown.

The swains were swooning for her.
A few fisticuffs did occur.
But Lil...

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Jesus replied, “Foxes have holes
and birds of the air have nests,
but the Son of Man has no place
to lay his head.”  Matthew 8:20 NIV

PLACE OF RESPITE

Cheek-tinge of pink dawning in the murky skies.
Blandness of...

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Brrrrr my alarm clock wakes me with a start. I open heavy eyelids to see sun streaming through a chink in the curtains. Bounding out of bed I hurriedly dress in my bikini and cover...

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A note pinned to the thigh reserves it,
the whole cadaver is parceled off.
Legs are a late harvest of the indigent.
Their limbs carry a visual poverty
long after the body is plucked.

In a small room, I separate
muscle...

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In kindle dreams her life retreats
With Botox swagger
And gel filled glory
A plastic rose
Hiding a once varicose being

A flower with a sting
Whose predatory ways
Leach off this sexual forest
Of spar infested vanity
Where youth is for the innocent
And...

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Turquoise tears stain my face
Like violet varicose veins 
Stains of sentimental sensuality
Wrapped in white fears and black feathers

For love has fuschia flown away
Ruining reverie’s red roses 
Turning them black decomposes
Any ink dried died in letters...

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The Wind caressed the Leaves, sending shivers down Their Spine
Floating to the Ground, to be together, one Last-Time
And Birds, who Flew – Not South –
Flapped in a Row, on Phone Lines
Gossiping … ‘bout Naked Bushes...

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inflamed by its sputtering,
cavity muttering-
opened by oaken and metal frame fluttering,
lapsing from pavement and pierced into meat.

uttered uncomfortably, aortas ushering,
sizing in varicose clumps that then gush and bleed-
underneath-
addling- 
marrow now callousing,
blood pools in pockets that...

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The afternoon sunlight filtered through her window drapes
revealing each age line molded to her face
alone in the dusky shadows working in her measured way
a basket of clothes at her feet

one by one she pulled each...

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Those over 50's holidays
that they advertise on TV
must really do people a power of good,
at least that's how it seems to me.
Their smiles are all truly dazzling,
soft-focus smooth is their skin,
their trim, sun tanned bodies...

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I shudder while peering at sepia photographs,
showing visits to my maiden Aunt Hilda’s house.
Even though I was very young
it was clear she didn’t tolerate children.
I was to be ‘Seen and not heard.’
Pa said I wasn’t...

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