Long Whiskered Poems

Pointless…a strange existence, lost in the panoramic leisure of humanity's walk
I am consumed, doomed to non-being, with lingering darkness
A pain to wake up to the sound of its heavy breathing over my head
And it's agonizing...

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Of White and Gold
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**This is a special set of poetry written with my friend Justin Connor--we each wrote separate accounts of special companions. The ending verse we wrote together. These poems are meant to be one piece of...

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It is a peculiarity of Love’s mossy light
that once, hapless rocks drowning in their days
would be overthrown by Love’s destructive plight
and smooth-whiskered words its song to soothe
in the belly of the whale its secrets brew.

In...

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Poem written for "Are You A Mouse Or A Mountain Poetry Contest"
Matt Caliri, Sponsor 5/25/2024
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In Mildred's bed, as dawn did break,
A stir, a twitch, a sudden quake.
She woke with fear, a gasp, a shout,
For what...

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Season of dream haze and arctic signpost.
Chill and chap brood whose scattered offspring plummet thermal values as welcome mat for “whiskered” chimney guest awash with bounty.
Thief of sun filled days without a twinge but that...

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Mitigating migrating mermaids mingle marvellously. But only after consuming an oyster. Oysters can be quite operatic and operas are neither optical illusions nor organised instruments either. It is within the waves that patterns form. Darting...

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"The Goodbye Road"



Glass slippers 
cut roads clean 
like diamonds
they dance through the storm
and Yellow is just a colour
ribbon tied around a tree

never Gold 

Monkeys fly
flattering mongrels
who walk the lonely roads
always on their own 
with soft...

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Scant animals with their glassy hoped-for eyes
draw near to my crumbling step.
I think they want to sing me something,
carol a Mozart aria perhaps,
but they cannot
so they lift furry eyebrows
shuffle as if to say, ‘we can’t,
but...

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An Ode about "Wagon John"
Written: By Tom Wright
8/17/1998

His old whiskered face quite weathered had seen,
Both ends of life’s trail the brown and the green.
Sitting easy in the saddle on "Sugar foot", his horse;
My very first...

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Dedication:
To God and Innocence 


Today was a day born of imagery.
As if born from a child's dream.

The leaves were swirling, golden and crimson, 
auburn and cream.
So scent treant, alive, it deemed.
The sound breezed softly, 
churning...

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I researched the earth's endangered species list and this is what I found.
There's everything on the list from A to Z - rare species just abound!
I'll highlight some of the more interesting varieties just to...

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He stood there in the streetlight looking somber,
I didn't know whether to trust him or to run;
his eerie shadow stretched long on the pavement
I saw beneath his duster the glint of a gun.

The night air...

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Walks we took, across the bridge and down the ridge we'd climb
He'd catch himself to shorten steps, while I'd be stretching mine
With fields to plow, and milking cows, yet he always made the time
To make...

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T-Bone was our camp cook
when we went on the trail,
whiskered an' b-grizzled
with a wit that never failed.

He took no guff from anyone,
not even the boss man,
'cause he controlled his eaten too
when he rattled those tin...

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There dwells an adventure, as I open the door,
A  bell alerts the keeper, who I have come to know well
An old guy with wrinkles, and a kind whiskered face 
It’s a place to get...

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Like a new babe at life's door
this one last chance at being alive
yet cries for redemption, 
I'm really, really, sorry, 
but be quiet.

I don't know how to get to you.. 
you're out now.., at long...

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We're furry and coloured grey, brown, or black
Be-whiskered and sleek and reeking of fat
We'll squeeze through a hole, a gap, or a crack
For rotting flesh or dry bones to gnaw at

Four-legged dealers of lingering death
Malodorous...

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Birds have started chirping
Sun is just about to set
Squirrel is squeaking as it scampers on branches of flame tree
Bees are buzzing
Crows can be heard saying caw, caw
Eagle flies with a screeching sound

Oriental magpie robins can...

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Breaking Bad



                                Disheveled...Clothes wrinkled...

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Placed strategically close 
to suburban hedgerows,
elderly backyard mavens 
nourish generations of groundhogs.

Daily the grass is seeded 
with 'Puffcorn Delites,'
bought wholesale from Costco, 

An elderly lady died last year. 
I see her at night,
as I take...

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I spent a year or two aboard
A sea faring vessel 
Through the gale and through the rain
With Lord Neptune I did wrestle 

Me Capitan was a wise old man
With experience beyond my years 
 And...

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“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”

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Lavish locks sprawl pillowed in peace this morn.
Gently whiskered cheeks hint of last night's lipstick
Tensions banished blue grassy fiddling lingers
Let's take it easy

I'll make the omelets
while...

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Walks we took, across the bridge and down the ridge we'd climb
He'd catch himself to shorten steps, while I'd be stretching mine
With fields to plow, and milking cows, yet he always made the time
One look...

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Life on Earth is but a brief interlude,
watercolors fading, becoming air.
Yet, loving once surely we could conclude
love is the purpose of our being there.
Night upon night, it's my dreams you intrude.

You thought this was all...

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