Long Wayside Poems

Upon this date he spoke no more of the preceding moments, 
Tearing and hurling insult upon insult
In several directions, his tongue whipped and scorched me,
And he waited relentlessly to see the spark in my eyes...

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A Journeyman

Prologue and Epitaph:

I am the fool, the jester, clown, a harlequin, charade, façade of many
shades and colours, mascara over broken fragments, dead and gone

1)	Megalomaniac charlatan, lost in destruction, finding the path, the touch,
the miracle...

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This day is Bright ! 
Thoughts take Flight .

Music – the companion of my soul !
Books – the confidants to my mind !
Daughters – the reasons for life to know
more than experience has allowed me...

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Don't want to be stuck
in the Trauma Prevention Department.

Don't want to work that hard
on dogmatic compartments
for politically correct CAPITAL INVESTMENT
governments
over-investing in cautionary
conditional
chronic win/lose mistrustful
competitive dissonant miscommunications
and excommunication
which is counterproductive
for best Systemic Therapy practice

Of mindful-civil cooperative...

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Deep in the dark depths of disaster, disassociated disaster
distracting distraction distracted
Bleh, bahumbug!
Why should I care how I start this
this will just be tossed to the wayside all over again 
Forgive me, my swift carelessness of...

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Empathy Ink Not Blood / Trolls on the Run

           An Army of pens descended, the battle lines were Drawn
      ...

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Tribute to the Wolf

I am of your nation (Cherokee)
I have travelled far to find my family
 (They are scattered across America)
Boundaries are now gone
I know you as you know me

My Mother taught me so
I know...

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One fine blustering autumn day an old man puts on his boots pulls up his trousers off he goes,
If anyone wondered where he was going it was to a forest a good long walk it...

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Predictions work in twists of what makes life workable
High and often misconstrued by the dogma of science
Lies and damned lies and statistics for the insecure
Foes foretold surprise when the blindfolds shed masks
In the light of...

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  On white lines on valiant wheels
I head north leaving behind the City of Sails
       with its humourless streets,
    its casino steel and glass Sky...

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Stepping out, tired and weary, feeling just so
What the hell..... I have no place to go
The desire to turn back would be bad
I’d be returning to the same life style I had. 

For me, my...

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What is it that makes us human ? It's not something you can program, you can't put it into a micro chip. It's the strength of the human heart; the difference between us and machines....

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THESE ARE OPEN(organic) VERSES using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols, the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making this enigmatic form...

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"First time I ever recognized Bipolar for what it is; I found-yes, it 
was me. Writing... precious-gift-honorable... the-antidote-fate; 
my-advocate"

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Bipolar--rushing-a trip, trip tripping-along-trip-trip tripping 
along-grappling whispering yea grumbling--gambling-
groaning-the sounds; echoing--unholy banter.


"Snickering-liar hell bent on-you-yea-ha; with-
eager-intention-you yes,...

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Your walk away into the echoing stillness
Of a crimson autumn sunset
Gently stepping over the leaf-strewn forest floor
As withered leaves under your feet
Bid you soft and gentle adieu.

The wild blossoms by your wayside smile
And lend you...

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I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her...

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In scarce a week the place began to weave 
A weird fascination upon me, 
Nigh hard to bear, harder still to believe, 
I felt as if a dragon from a sea 
Was slowly digesting me...

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One fine, blustering, autumn day an old gentleman walks from his home,
If anyone wondered where he was going he was on his way to a forest,
The old gentleman walked at a leisurely pace stopping now...

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One fine, blustering, autumn day an old gentleman walks from his home,
If anyone wondered where he was going he was on his way to a forest,
The old gentleman walked at a leisurely pace stopping now...

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As far as the eyes can stretch
Sand shines and glitters white to torment the eyes
In the ocean of land barren without life
A determined line of black souls 
Forges ahead their efforts
A sole upon sole they...

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I’ve often mentioned Hilly in the poems that I have written,
and I’ve often said that Hilly with a brewer’s surely smitten,
so you’re libel now to see him in the state that I call ‘blotto’
but today...

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My childhood memory of Easter confronts me with three very pleasant reflections. Perhaps my first experience with the idea of Easter came with the way our parents would sacrifice so much for us to look...

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We were once a pair of flying, floating, diving doves
Warming on wintry days under weathered wooden eaves
We swayed and swirled with ecstatic, electric pleasure.
In synchronized steps to the rising and lilting measure, 
	
We meandered down...

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To seek a twist that turns a soul, toward two open hands,
A street wise urchin scours the lanes, where likewise understands,
And so the circle quickly spins, back to the gutter place,
Where there’s no need of...

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Rear view mirror

Objects, objectively put, are  closer  
than they  appear. But it doesn’t say it all. 
With the fair signs that spewed  forth once turning to
a slew of  pre-twitter ...

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