Long Wheezes Poems

On Aging Gracefully

It seems that while we’re here on earth
we spend our time ‘tween death and birth
in growing older and it shows
how fast my body ebbs and flows. 

Allowing time to contemplate
and reminisce before too...

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Across the white of table bread and yellow plated cheese
Upon the black fictitious grapes, it wheezes its disease
It crawls, its scrawny legs cluttering the revulsion's sight
Look at this nocturnal insect parading pride in pallid light

And...

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DEEP sleep.  

Look down on your hammer. 
You had it for a short time but your fingers are still thick
Your larynx not as dumb as you’d like it to be
Your tongue is dry and...

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Lin, sorry to hear, as I am sick too
But I know it's not covid or the flu
Been blowing my raw nose
Sneezing still comes and goes
Maybe this cold needs a brandy or two

Written by Tania Kitchin


Hi...

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                   Is it the cinders of hope?

          ...

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Out in the middle of a large farmland, I become a girl of old charm and unexpected songs again. Past the flanks where cluttered rows of hyacinths and ferns quiver, disarranged huts begin to shake...

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A dazzling blaze sews magic on warm eyes.
Hurdles were solved, and secret vows were heard.
I won't steer the yarns while holy denies.
My cheers are shorn, and my heart is averred.
All musings are being wrecked with...

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The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon 

Broken floating bloated 
dead down eons halls
last of white. 

Crimson rockets along 
an empty...

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So there she is, a park bench crone, mother of the listless,
the passing-by;
head bowed, caught between dark and light I sense her 
yet.

There she is, she’s grown beyond root and branch,
at peace despite the incontinence...

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This bridge has arched the lake's narrows
for a century, flanked on either side
by Autumn trees shedding their faded leaves,
blowing with the first snowflakes
across worn gray stones of my spirit.

Six months ago you felt the first...

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Between the Indian plains and the hills of Burma.
Protected by the affection of its three guardians, 
The Ganges, Brahmaputra and Meghna.
From there - this story began.
 
On a grassland full of hopes and dreams. 
Right...

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The joy of birth, the growing up,
leads us to adore our lovely babies.
But not, alas, without the toils of life.
Because we experience a lack of sleep,
contend with baby vomit,
or idiotically putting on his boxer shorts
completely...

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Disassociation
Gawaine Caldwater Ross

Some people dash through fire,
others plunge through ice.
Is Reality the only thing
when Chaos is the King?
Ring all your golden Christmas bells,
the sewer rats still dance:
Then the ice they buy and sell 
will wind...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part One

Lone gold Venus nears the sickle moon in the late autumn sky
She lies naked dreaming with one leg tucked under her thigh
The pallor of her silvery skin simmering...

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Quandary

I bought a zoo - a magic place
With extinct animals - maybe lost in space
Now in a quandary - what to do
I have an ailing Jurassic Zoo!

My Stegosaur snores with loud zings
My Pterodactyl sprained one...

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Sea Czar Caesar sees her seated on a cedar two-seater beside the East Sea Seder.  He grieves since he sees his sister, Esther Dexter, with her red festered blister, next her.  

Guinevere is...

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I’m blowing on you, pretty dandelion
Making a wish with every breathe
Pity your life is really short, then death.
I Blow on you again soft dandelion
As I watch a breath taking sunset,
The sun slipping quickly away, unreal,
The...

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These rustling humans, how they jabber!
With their smudged and crinkling ink dabber

I lie here resting while their investing
Their moments in this blabbered pestering

I've seen their pages scribbled in rages
Of inspiration by their sages

I hear the...

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The ocean of life, enriched,
Then drained. I wish I could have..
My life, full of unfinished ventures.
I never explored the wonderland,
Through the fog of my confusion and
Ended up smiling in the mirror.
The only true friend shimmering...

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A town wheezes the last rites over 
its people through phlegm-ridden
lungs and turgid cankers.

Its blistered wounds are coated 
in the mud that lines its harbour 
and creeks.

The loss of the dockyards was its lowest tide.

Now,...

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The Seasons of Style

the season of style
like a vernal pool edged round 
raked and baked by the elements
of which it was formed; cracks

a trend seamless and current
flowing from detergent springs
as bubbly as bathwater
flowing down a...

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I've always been honest with you,
So just listen to me:
The blood no longer boils in the veins,
And your chatter bothers me.

If I leave, don't run after me,
You don't need to curse.
Yes, I know you were...

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Brave  is the rose caught in November’s thorn
While she endures nights of chill and snow,
Awaiting gold daylight's warmth to bestow---
And liven her frame…her mouth  drooped, forlorn.

       Gently,...

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Vistas of autumnal flame set the fiery meadows afire
Where song of the winds wheezes in auburn breeze
And gold, red, brown whispers kindle tunes of a lyre
Rustling in cool air, melodies of leaves, falling from trees...

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Furious wind from the north hisses louder,
banging against the gaped mouth of  a sky, drenched…
 Haggard, the night wheezes with quack
 of birds waylaid; a time of  unruly rainfall
crashing once more: and ...

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