Long Whetstone Poems

Come post presidential election 2024... 

heil to the Wharton chief firebrand -
more worrisome than an ovarian cyst
every race, religion, nationality, 
gender, creed, et cetera with impunity dissed
brigand able, eager, ready and willing
to punch contenders throwing...

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Evening solitude


The walk was cold and lonely,
Interesting, I don't know, but this feeling always awaits me,
I don't need anything here or anywhere else.


Nothing, the night is waiting, I'll be invisible, I'm gone, reality flashes,
The reality...

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"If you cannot glean my poetry I will explain, but do not ask 
me to reveal what I've left unwritten between my lines."      
      ...

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by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I hate the sound of mowers in the morning
it means the neighbour’s going to cut his grass
I know it won’t be long, before the same old song
“when do you think...

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brings world word ii gunnery duty 
   as extremely frightful flashback
   which utterly displeases this elderly mortal 
   and such behavior moi aback!
 
Born in this same house 
 ...

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Woodbury, new jersey home 
   to me self since birth
my very late mother 
   (bless her long departed soul)

   slaved and toiled 
   per accursed penury and dearth
tried her darnedest...

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Of European descent, from whence they came

Across the borders to settle, re-establishment

Angles, Saxons and Jutes – Anglo-Saxon be known

Conquered lands, such roads have served, that of the Roman Empire

Yet under attack, strong order we lack

Helpless...

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As rains and the torrentialest of snows plummet, 
Filling all the skies and the area interstitial to earth and sky 
With a frenzy of flying flakes;
As gusty winds doth blow and toss the flakes this...

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Work, work, work ... write, write, write
          Pour your dark, deep, love-scarred being out
            ...

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A feast of eye-catching hues swirl midair,
stoic fragile leaf a chill whisper,
overt orange, deep vein red,
pallid yellow, scaly amber,
jumble upon bright clad jumble,
earthbound mattress on a grey mud plot,
bald cypress, Norway maple,
crepe myrtle, pin oak,
shed...

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Cracker-Barrel Oracle
                              by Odin Roark

The whittler
Atop...

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Cracker-Barrel Sage

The whittler
Atop the rickety steps
Shavings piled at her ancient feet
Eyes the blade
Needing attention soon

The mongrel
Head on paws
Yawns
One eye open
Watching chips fall
Wondering

Why whittle
Worries
Boredom
Purpose

Dust swirls gritty remembrance
Tumbleweeds careen
Weathered saloon sign dangles
Jailhouse door swings aimlessly
Both hinged with...

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At the heart of the gristmill in common 
is the millstone: 
A matched pair of matched round stones, one over the other.
Below is a bed-stone base, abeyant and prone
Above is the runner whetstone,
honed to grind...

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The paring knife of winter
undams the dense brown
blood. Asps awaken and seethe—.

Twining stems sweat,
Irregular coralla dance
around your feet, pray at your altar.

Children of the soil, meek
and mirthless—no currency
save the smooth skin of spring.

Flexous philosophies, grown
splendidly...

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The Eyes Have It

Eyes sharpened at the whetstone
Honed to a glistening edge,
They used them to slice and dice for

Homeworks forgotten;
Rooms left in cyclonic disarray;
Reports unfiled;
Presents left ungiven;
Promises unkept---

Scythe-like orbs slipped into you
And poured you into...

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