Long Wetlands Poems

“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa”

Spurred by mother dearest 
as well as other politesse
drummed into her second born
fobbing blandishments as incentive
tumbled off fingers of prodigal son
tripped wordsmith to splutter forth
forthwith the following lines.

Back in the day 
quaint...

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A rising sun burns like a solar flare
  from St....

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The long and short of it is . . . forever

                        ...

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This SoothSayer's Warning – July 24th, 2021

Dire prognostications 
(terrestrial inhabitants blithely heeded)
with contemporary age
fortune tellers foretell day of (w)reckoning,

sans total mortal kombat annihilation
when human (and many) other innocent species
(stalwart cockroach adept to survive)
pitch headlong toward...

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gardens are where we are:

  from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane"
  from mountain to coast, town to country
  from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice
...

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‘They’ say there is no dress rehearsal in what is called life . . .


Who are they what garments what is heard before and again?

Existence or essence or merely the process of life-long learning?

Does happiness...

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Asked an NPR journalist
of U.S. soldiers
damaged in Afghanistan
direct fire
for one hundred everydays,

"Was it worth it?"

"I can't answer that question."

She asks more hesitantly again
of another veteran,

"Was it worth it to you?"

A good soldier,
"I can answer that...

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My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I...

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Dire prognostications 
(terrestrial inhabitants blithely heeded)
with contemporary age
fortune tellers foretell day of (w)reckoning,
sans total mortal kombat annihilation

when human (and many) other innocent species
(stalwart cockroach adept to survive)
pitch headlong toward critical limit stage.
That eleventh hour fast...

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Ideology is silent, victory is violent, we are corrupt, death is abrupt;

Perhaps if the world were still flat we wouldn't know what we know,
Stacks of black and white dictionaries defining the worst of what 
tomorrow...

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The Poet’s fire

My well had dried up empty with all that remained in silence
                     ...

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The road to my backyard is long and straight
Evergreen trees abound and provide welcome shade
Home to myriad birds, butterflies and the bees
Last summer their branches were sawn off, without notice
The orgy with power-saws lasted barely...

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April 19th 2020 - just an ordinary and typical...
clothes washing Sunday courtesy the missus

Ah... the highlight of our supposed, linkedin,
designated day of respite after a week toiling
away with ennui, yes reader a tower mountain
(rivalling Himalaya's...

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Spring Flowers 


Another day she floated by so silently and poetically so graciously
Brightened each day quite magnificently as she held blossoming Begonia's
Captivated and enthralled by what nature smelled like sweet carnations
Daringly she held the intoxicating...

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H 
St.Charles Parish 
When René Robert Cavelier sieur de La Salle claimed this vast country of 
Louisiana for King Louis XIV on April 9, 1682, the French Empire in North 
America extended from Hudson Bay...

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Flower power

“If you’re going to
San Francisco be sure to
wear a flower 
in your hair”
long and shaggy
shagged longing wild

And to Berlin or
Paris for that 
matter to dream to
meet a girl and more
under the fountain

The “Fountainhead”
on your...

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Moonstruck

Many moons and seasons ago my five children
inquired where I was heading to on my journey

I replied ‘to the moon’ and to how to get there
‘with a ladder’ to astonished faithful suspense

Turned downsize up and...

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Here comes a mom duck a crackling, 
All her flock close by following— 
All of the chicks seventeen 
That makes alive wetland scene. 

In fresh-water swamps comb ducks breed,
Togetherness their sole creed 
Till they disperse...

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February 28th, 1968 marked the date
Boyce Brandon Harris 
(my octogenarian widower father) 
purchased a small tract of land
Pooh would Winnie
  
constituting shadowed sliver 
once hailing, hallmarking, harkening, 
glorious vast "Glen Elm" estate,
which circa 1910...

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Swelling waters rage across the land; 
two foot, three, four…water-tantrum’s take their toll; 
capturing houses and cars.
The collection grows with every storm.
Tempests wage their war on unsuspecting trees and crops;
limbs whirl about the airways. frantically.

Four...

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The ideal time to record a citing is when you see it,
Because it seems that everything out there in God's               ...

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 Intensity RIVER AND LAKES—
The lands have a sore throat;
Because of this harsh winter;
Like a trachea a winding way to the mouth;
Also does a river flows it too has water a mouth;
Temperate lows and frigid...

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A steam of sub-consciousness takes him to kissing a bouquet of rivers

Blessed by fortune and mindfulness Tim follows his passion for nature

Star struck the Horizon unfolds over a canopy of breathless adventure

Uncovers sunshine and rays...

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Haunted places, haunted lives --
     Who knows the terrors trapped inside?
Out of gas and losing vigor, 
     His footprints are defined in flashes of light.

Spatters of mud...

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. . . ….             ….. .      .


He lays his head on grass, breathing the sky
A rhapsody of hues...

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