Long Wader Poems

"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved...

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Remember when that flash of insight
last self-ignited in your expectant thoughts
blasting away the fog of uncertainty, complexity and doubt.
A sudden aha Eureka answer, pure, simple, so succinct, beautiful.
To some this flash of aha is called...

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Remember me my
friends,
when the trees bask
with delights
when the waves whack
the rock
when the fair
weather whispers.
Then know am close
 and I need a touch

Remember me my foe
The stainless
pathway of our duel
the ravaging rift of
our skin
the cries of...

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STATUS 
When you want to join a prestigious social club, 
Do you wonder if your status will make it difficult for you to join?

When you go shopping alone at a nice store, 
Do you worry...

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A widescreen angle of a steel rimmed fish is rumored to be rhymed with the stark motionless spectacles which are glimmering on the small oak table akin to spare ratchets or a rusted piece of...

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“butter flies and marshes mellow”, that’s what he said to me.
did i look shocked — you bet, but i did him one better.

“mine craft and more bid yeller,” I smirked,
and he said, “wazzthatsposedtomean?”

as if he...

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If I were
an astronomer,
a follower of Papa
Galileo through 
th'expanding years,
I should be
less confounded by
that vortex 
in the sky
first spotted
when a learned bro
peeked through
his viewing lens.

"Our home"
he said, "is bigger
than we thought!"
and thus he kicked
the boot...

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or

Soup's On!

"Most flies in the soup know not they are in the soup."
-- a Rationally Intelligent wader
in knowing the tables shall turn on Me   
   
*   *  ...

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One Hundred And Fifty Eskimos.
.
A hundred and fifty Eskimos in town
It’s freezing cold and throwing it down
Hands in pockets heads down to the ground
The cars rush by with a slushing sound
.
The river is flowing a...

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Wally Gator at Royalty Court
A new friend we’ve met, a neighbor of sort
Climbed up from the pond to sun on the lawn
Neighbors are nice but the line has been drawn
He can rest on the bank;...

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All my home remotes died today in Spring.
Dumbstruck by 'GreyTooth' the Pirate King.
Who like Harald 'Bluetooth', the Danish Monarch
had a dead blue-grey tooth in his head, a hallmark
of how smart a pirate he was to...

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All my wishes I give to the sea.
  in a blue bottle for him and for me.
They'll glide slowly on the waves 
  on a bright moonlit night
  to a distant land...

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