Long Weathervane Poems

In years to come as we talk to our grandchildren, I hope that we all can say,
I remember when SARS arrived, the worry, the concern that troubled day.

A fellow Infection Control Practitioner confided that “I...

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On the south-western side of the old mission school,
on the corner of 1st,  where the blackberries grew
a field claimed by children, was crosshatched with tracks
It was riddled by gophers and, nettled with foxtails
and youthful...

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There are smells and sights and tastes which always remind 
of Grandma with her rows of flowers bright,
the red of poppy the gladiolas white, the blue of spring violets vain 
the scent of lilacs in...

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Guilty of life once lived in sections,
drastically making changes.
Concessions to new obsessions,
suffering identity exchanges.
Revision life's only pattern,
inborn self considered a sin.
Wherever did the facade end,
and my actual truth begin?
Mercurial soul.
Gale force wind on fire.
Searching recklessly.
Banishing...

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Flotsam and jetsam cast on the surf's cusp,
a paper cup thrown in the thrust of the breeze;
wormhole consciousness cut loose and adrift,
torn kites snagged in skeletal trees.

Sunspots of summertime burned on a map,
smoke dissipating, billows...

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As fathers go, I used to say, I thought he was alright
 took the work wherever he could and kept our fire alight.
 Brylcreem hair , good muscle tone, a boxer's solid build
 army tour...

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Another wave of voter vexation
is swamping the shutdown nation

To the left, 
the windpipes are hissing
To the right,
the windbags are dissing

And all of the kitchen cabinet aprons
got their middle fingers
pointing up     deaf...

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There’s a house in a field somewhere 
A sea of a sky out there 
Begging to be born again 
With my hands to till, 
Your heart, and a windmill 

A weathervane that tries 
Without the...

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Gentle rains falling with ease are welcome this day.
The wind stops then turns around the old weathervane.
Lightning flashes; thunder crashes, rolling away.
Gather in these sounds while listening to the rain.

"The Rainy Day" by Longfellow, stirs...

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"I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Three Christian Churches here used to play
Their hymns rang out along the way
They took turns with their chimes each day 
Never overlapped come what may

How...

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Where?



A gentle breeze blows
A lead wing flies
First sight of stormy skies
Before tomorrow comes and goes


The winds of change are static
Nothing always stays the same
But the direction of the rain
Would rather be a weathervane
Its fickle constant,...

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Brushed with the languorous strokes of sunset
  The landscape touched by a sinewy fire,
Breathing beneath the purple haze sky
  As electrical dusk tugs molecular wire.

Bats from the caverns jerk black on thermals,
 ...

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Damp  leafs random toss by autumn gust,
hue stain bold foliage unfurls, 
brown, golden amber, red-orange curls,
into town or country setting thrust

Thin laid  ice chill air must plummet,
taut azure sky wing creatures flourish,
palm warbler,...

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Interspersed with shadowy memories,
 the blades of grass blowing in the wind.
I find you desolate and without a weathervane,
 no one to direct you and you without a cause.
Some distant yearning,
 a heart once felt,...

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Cockeyed Weathervane

Whizzing along on an old time train,
I looked out the window at a cockeyed weathervane.
The engineer saw it, too, stepped on the whoo whoo!
To call our attention to this historical hen aroo.


Seems of all...

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Whistles, bells, and wonderous sights,
Brilliant kaleidoscopic lights.
The pageantry always sells,
Bright Carnivals and Carousels.

Parents watch their children ride,
Reminds them of the child inside.
Round and round and round they go,
The Tilt-A-Whirl completes the show.

In a seat made...

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Melancholic solstice of the soul 
tears along the broken line equator 
of a heart. A chasm ripped to separate 
and isolate the weathervane 
blown madly out of orbit.

And would the angels stoop to shift the...

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The morning fog settles low to the ground.
The clouds above are black and grey.
Thunder roars a mighty sound.
As I awake, no sun today.
The forecast tells of dark days.
Lightning strikes electrify.
Slicing through the great black sky.
Clouds...

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a weathervane still
points east 'pon gray ancient barn...
fall's air rust tractors

the vain weathervane speaks east
and rust grows though no one knows

rusty John Deere sits
outside engine deep in grass...
bucks face off for fight

the leaves are falling
revealing...

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a weathervane still
points east 'pon gray ancient barn...
fall's air rust tractors

the vain weathervane speaks east
and rust grows though no one knows

rusty John Deere sits
outside engine deep in grass...
bucks face off for fight

the leaves are falling
revealing...

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Red Queen

It is as though I had never loved before, loving you;
My heart bound and sealed to your care:
The bright morning wakes me and I think of you,
Nervously, in anticipation of that first hello.

I am...

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Fiddle cat, fiddle cat, 
Please fiddle me a song. 
How I love to hear you play 
Your fiddle all day long. 

At dawn you fiddle to the left,
At dusk you fiddle right. 
You fiddle to...

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Today Mount Benson is covered in snow.
Down here, below, we have none.
It's a sign of Winter, this we know,
in spite of today's bright sun.

We look to the mountain for a sign
of what to expect, too...

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