Long Verandas Poems

The excitement mounted as we rummaged around in the attic looking through old steamer trunks for discarded clothes and props to make Halloween costumes. With an old suit and hat of Granddads, I became a...

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Thump-thump of stiffening fish contorting
   In the bilge beneath the gunwale; 
 Lidless, bulging, reddened eyes, swivelling upwards, 
Protruding horribly from the straining sockets,
    Express stupefied amazement at inconceivable 
...

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Gathered in the shade of her quaint little garden, 
 where a trellis was woven with rose climbing vines,
   something enchanting, had been deftly designed, 
     on an ordinary...

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Kansas Poem #4

Hey Hoss, slow down there!
No need to go so fast. Besides,
I don’t want to go 
to where you’re going, and
I don’t want to be seen 
to where you’re heading.
Hey Hoss, please turn this...

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My dear Isabel,

The days have become shorter, the chill bites the air and as I'm walking back through the apple trees, I think of that time the curve of your hip leaned against the cinnamon...

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Title: My growing up (episode one)

I was born to a native parents 
I guess my mum was a woman of substance
Papa is so good 
I can't write too much about myself at the ages before...

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W- When clouds gather more each day, we know winter is here to stay.
       I-  In our houses we preparing, while nature had already.
    ...

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Once there was an elder who possessed a fortune vast.
He was the proprietor of lands he had amassed,
dwellings and retainers and a mansion huge and wide
but with just a single doorway to depart outside.

Though this...

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Massive castles laying in ruins
on barren,steep hills
where fierce battles were fought,
and the dwellers were fraught
as the armies began to advance; 
those are the places
that still tell a story when stillness 
is able to take us...

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If you were mine… 


If you were mine…our footsteps would

dance on moonlit verandas while 
candle light flickers enchant my heartbeat
when your arms wrap tightly around me

become symphonies played to the rhythm of your smile
as we...

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If you were mine... 

If you were mine…our footsteps would   

dance on moonlit verandas
while candle lit shimmers enticed my smiled reflections
with your arms tightly around me

symphonies would play to the rhythm of your...

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AN OPEN AUTOGRAPH

(To All My Friends There And Here, 
Then And Now)

On the bald branches of the lightning 
That avoids the dark earth below;
Around the nipples of the October rain
That pamper the thousand lips of...

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AN OPEN AUTOGRAPH

(To All My Friends There And Here, 
Then And Now)

On the bald branches of the lightning 
That avoids the dark earth below;
Around the nipples of the October rain
That pamper the thousand lips of...

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AN OPEN AUTOGRAPH

(To All My Friends There And Here, 
Then And Now)

On the bald branches of the lightning 
That avoids the dark earth below;
Around the nipples of the October rain
That pamper the thousand lips of...

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AN OPEN AUTOGRAPH

(To All My Friends There And Here, 
Then And Now)

On the bald branches of the lightning 
That avoids the dark earth below;
Around the nipples of the October rain
That pamper the thousand lips of...

Read More

AN OPEN AUTOGRAPH

(To All My Friends There And Here, 
Then And Now)

On the bald branches of the lightning 
That avoids the dark earth below;
Around the nipples of the October rain
That pamper the thousand lips of...

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My dream house no longer a mega mansion it needs to be
with ceilings so high in them clouds can be seen
No more acres of gardens with streams and ponds and fountains galore
no more glorious stories...

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A Lament--On The 
Quality Of Life

Those homes made 
of wood and mud!
Mud would in winters 
keep cold away
In shivering 
summers heat
And wood would give 
them an artistic 
appearance 
The tin-roofs and 
fenced verandas.

My mouth would...

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Old wooden houses
In need of a paint
According to the authorities
The red faded roof
The white peeling walls
The veranda worn bare
By the children who lived there
And under the floor, thru manholes and more
They got a fright, One...

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i watch the sunrise
unbuttoning the stuffed pouches
of thunderclouds

soaking
imagination
with dry-drunk dewdrops
becoming bubbles
blown through
ringbarked
jewelry

worn 
by the roots 
of rhinestone rapids
growing in
spider
webs

trying to catch
a flying_fox

there has always 
been a silent 
soft echoed
beauty

dancing on the tides
from down
under

perfect pirouettes
showing ligneous...

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Cathexis

I see you silhouetted in a vague haze,
On the far end of this breathing hallway,
Way off in the strange distance there,
Amid the suffocating cigarette smoke, 
And the obscene wallpaintings, 
Of nude pale women wearing necklaces,
Reposed...

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Exotic lady,
Night and day,
The vineyards honey,
Is in her hair,
And in her kiss,

Under the caress,
Of a champagne sky,

Along the shore,
A lovely mermaid lady,
Is combing her hair,
With palm leaves,
And the wild wind,
In the evening and midnight,
She feels...

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A gateway, as one leads from Terra firma to the sea
Or a path leading to experiences and knowledge
A leap of faith to explore newer potentials, to free
My enslaved self, from every chain of self-afflicted bondage

My...

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Now that I am older and wiser I like red
Red is the color of vibrancy and brightness
Red says hello I am here, I will be heard, and I stand out
I will not be ignored or...

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Pots of geraniums down the front steps
peeking from the windowsills
the hanging baskets on the front verandas
or the back porches,
Ravishing beds of fragrant shrubs
adorning the sidewalks,
Swathes of jewel-like crocus flowers
throughout lawns and rockeries,
Patches of cheeriest golden...

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