Long Whistler Poems

An Introduction to Max
 
Hi, I am a Mastiff cross and my name is Magical Max. To be precise it’s actually Magical Maxi the Wonder Dog but you can call me Max. That’s not to...

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Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me
as I meander 'round the dell and glade.
Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where gullies, washes speak ‘abused!’
Reclamation offers now a new facade.

Need for...

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You came home from Quebec,
you were never alone; 
              
            ...

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In my little village, Nkporo,
We celebrate the Iza Afa Festival
And the Most Magnificent Igboto Nma Festival.
The two are more than four hundred years old,
Our forebears told us that it began with
Their ancestors who immigrated from...

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when Democrats outliers gnashed
teeth, and nonestablishmentarian outlaws 
pistol whipped and hashed 
tagged traitors who roared America 
went bankrupt at sold at fire sale price slashed

when Donald Trump ran the country 
into the ground evidenced by...

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has a two story part,
a one story part,
a new part,
an old part
and an antique part.

Gables and pediments facing all directions of the compass
Tie all the parts together.

There are some concave outside walls;
There are some convex...

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I’m glad to see you my dear brother
How’s our mom- a very loving mother?
It’s been a year since you’ve sold me
To your friend with lots of money.

I miss our mom so much, I really do
I...

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By a wind blow, all trees wind
Gigantic and dwarf, turning to wind
With greens of kinds, falling to find
As the wind blow, cry whistling behind

By a wind blow, the threes blow
Some turning around, touching the ground
As...

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like some sorority or fraternity house 
   left the sanctified righteous West Wing 
with powder puffs sans canisters 
   of pepper spray, whereby 
   most docile, humble, and liberal...

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there are those of us that whistle---
we do so by forming our lips as if we 
all spoke french for a day,
blowing air out into the world,
somehow singing a non-verbal tune in the process---
we pick...

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What I’d give to wake in the morning and hear those church bells ring
To turn on my old black and white and hear Gene Autry sing
Turn back the time to simpler days with Roy and...

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The friend who gonna while sheer
          In friendly, airy blast always  . . . 
          The...

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Democracy hating, dictator loving,
media baiting, neo-Nazi hugging
... Duck! Donald
I heard someone in the rally crowd cry,
then I saw a blurred object come flying by
Someone lobbed a hard truth brick,
and hollered, start building your wall with...

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My feet no longer touch the ground

As I hear my heart wildly pound

My back to the darkness 

As I try to embrace your kindness 

The whistler of the whirling air

While I try not to show...

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The whistling wind was loud,
The whispering wind was cross
The whistling grew louder
Showing the whisperer who was boss

The whispering wind is gentle.
As it floats as light as air,
Calming and fundamental,
It helps to blow away our cares.

A...

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I once knew a whistling man and
whistle is all he would do.
This very true story I would like to
share with you.
Ted whistled in the morning when
he woke up and he whistled on his way
to work,...

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Midnight  boom town  streets have this allure
imagining an uncanny venture
eavesdrop veil surround but dark as coal
how I love my after hours stroll

Secret worlds unfold their impish plot
mesmerised entanglement a tiered whatnot
black crush velvet...

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eclipsed by a daydream 
    where stars are strung on
                 single strands of spider's webs
 ...

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On the subway, oftentimes
Some people stroll through, singing,
Hoping folks will pay them
For the “joy” that they are bringing.

Sometimes writers hawk their wares,
Selling self-made books,
Sure they’d make some money if
We’d only take some looks.

Then there are...

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The whistler,
In the moonblossomed,
Evening,
Hums along,
Like a modest star,
His own company,
And melody,
With the golden leaves,
Bound to nothing,
But his own romance,

A drifter of drifters,
A gypsy of gypsies,
He and she,
Is like a great and sweet,
Actress,
With astonishing range,
Improvising,
Waves,
Delighting,
Windkissed flowers,
And...

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white passion ivory
echoing night in hymn

cluster-cords aflutter
lone bird diving in

Whistler forge, tranquil 
a moment desire begin

color harmony dance,  subtle drops reinvent......



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A Brian Strand Contest
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James Abbott McNeill Whistler (July 10, 1834 – July 17, 1903)Artist

Whistler...

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Fifteenth century China is where Sunglasses date back
So expressions of judges in court, people could not track!

M and M's owe the Military their early success,
With no sticky trigger finger and stowed with no mess!

Cast as...

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Heartache of angels
crying 
on the shoulder 
of Mother, 
on droopy skies,
of vanilla grey.
Fruits of light
dangle from trees,
Lighting 
the vanilla 
of the night.
Highways 
filled with horns,
stuck in traffic.
Everyone 
chats in whisper.
No piping 
from the whistler,
moving carts...

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warhol's marilyn had everything
but just a flaw...
she  was ever  so unsure
hopper's lady
of the empy chair...
with such  sadness in her stare
michelangelo's girl 
..less a picture of sleep
more of piety and grief
whistler  ..his...

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