Long Weather vane Poems

 Continued from Part 2 

5. MIDNIGHT DREAMS 
At night the soldiers sometimes dream
of many things which make them scream,
like
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There are things, Gaëlle, that are pretty good
Say hello to her mom every day,
Say hello to the nice weather vane,
Listen to the trains in the countryside,

There are things Gaëlle, that are so nice
Photograph the Statue...

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As Medusa walks in, shuts the door,
caresses precision hand down the mahogany-
and shows one what for.

Senses in starbursts-cloudburst
flavor crystals accenting- your bloom 
of predicate corpus, cat claws in my brain, 
comes metamorphosis-
Led mushrooming depth of...

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Faster than a speeding bullet & 
into the world she came,

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It’s 5pm and sunny in Ohio, 40 degrees
and dropping,
by dusk it will be grey turning to red
then black.

Where is the oyster shell now?
The heavenly picture
of a pale spume-tickled .
An unmarried Tudor lady
applies more cosmetic beeswax
to...

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When stretched forever is my day                   
I while the empty hours away     ...

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Me.

I think about myself most of the time,
My strengths and weaknesses; things
To support my moods, thoughts of crime.
Self indulgencies, hatred and sufferings.
The world which seems to offer dimes,
Cents but though not fully an intellectual
I do...

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Three hours suppressed before breaching the tight-lipped 
container left neatly wrapped in homogenous foam 
and smoky demeanor. Its lid caved in, having been tapped.

Through misspoken holes sprung arcadian visions, 
lacking Peloponnese disposition, still semi-smoldering 
with...

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Measures

 
...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind' 

   by Dylan Thomas

 

October blows a symphony of sighs

with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak

arrival as I shuffle through the park,

kaleidoscope of leaves a...

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The Totem      ©

The totem speaks of the tribe’s history, lore, 
deeds of courage
Animals, fish and gods
 carved in reverence,
from a fallen tree hundreds of years old,
living wood, with a face,...

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...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind' 
   by Dylan Thomas

 
October blows a symphony of sighs
with blustery gusts that presage winter's bleak
arrival as I shuffle through the park,
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome...

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...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind' 
   by Dylan Thomas


October blows a symphony of sighs
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
arrival as I shuffle through the park,
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize.
Swings...

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It was once the pride of a prairie farmer not too many years ago.
Now, long abandoned it stands forlorn on a wind-blown plateau.
Its rusting blades slowly turn at the whim of every passing breeze.
It has...

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...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind' by Dylan Thomas


 October blows a symphony of sighs
 with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
 arrival as I shuffle through the park,
 kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome...

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We loaded up for a Sunday drive
The Ozark Mountains were alive
Wild dogwoods of pink and white
Every shade of green in sight
Blooming jonquils and daffodils
Woodpeckers, blue jays, and whippoorwills
Even though the painting was unfinished
Nature's bounty was...

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On the wind-swept Nebraska prairie sits a building in wretched shambles,
Surrounded by a sagging fence and overgrown with prickly brambles.
It was once a bustling one-room school house, abandoned long ago.
Its weather-beaten clapboards, I judged to...

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Sundial
My passion is the silent weather vane
The gambrel brought such sorrow
Much I marveled this roughcast cairn
Eagerly I looked for the lintel

I have dreamed of the clocks
Eagerly I looked for the masonry
It was heterodox
Somewhat louder than...

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October blows a symphony of sighs
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
arrival as I shuffle through the park,
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize.
Swings unswung on, roundabouts without 
the rush of children stutter to a halt.
October...

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October blows a symphony of sighs 
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak 
arrival as I shuffle through the park, 
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize. 
Swings unswung on, roundabouts without 
the rush of children...

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Unwrap that silly Cellophane,
Present my aspect, "Hey, Arkane!",
Should I dare that old window pane?
Let's laugh at that ol' weather vane.

And, who are you, my Crazy Jane?
Am I your target to attain?
I'm not so simple as...

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Ambling along a country lane, a weathered barn caught my eye.
Nigh it stood a crumbling silo, yet reaching for the sky.
Oaks raised leafless arms heavenward, on that bleak autumn day,
As if in supplication, pleading to...

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I want to love you like a fool
Where reason wouldn’t play
count up all my precious things
and throw them all away
 
I want to love you like a war
where soldier meets the grave
fighting for the breath...

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It has stood for decades along the county gravel road.
Skittering mice and barn owls now call it their abode.

What was once a stately building is now a shambles,
Surrounded by barren fields and prickly brambles.

Where once...

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Crying River (The Untold Ballad) 

Undercover waters of rain dash
Cold children, no smiling splash
Tragic sobs, epic force of the mountain rain
Beautiful as it may seem -shallow basin 
---Dream---

She cries a tune, 
Mocking the Maple lands,...

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In real life this is a comical fellow, sort of strange
Most know him from the cartoons, tricking the old coyote
More to our feathered friend, after a victory then the usual "beep beep"
As he goes at...

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