Long Windfalls Poems

For old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for « some » other giants - Part One

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It was after Mom’s dad passed her mom bought canaries.
Grams felt life less lonely, I think, with their singing,
and gave her idea that flying the coop to
live close to my mom could be Southland for...

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I asked a scientist to make an olive's leaf,
So green with its juices,
Smelling spring and sweat from gatherers hands.
He answered that he couldn't.
I asked him to make the light of the sun,
Reflecting its warmth in...

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Nopalero = one who deals with/sells nopales [edible prickly pear cactus leafs/pads]

Aiiiii, Jimmy --
what shall we say, now that you've gone,
worst fear realized:  your body discovered,
days later, in your filthy Mexican rooms,
amid the soiled...

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They’re cutting down my apple tree.
Well, I say it was mine, even
Though it was in a neighbor’s field.
She never minded that we climbed
In it, and we often did,
Being such tomboys as we were!
The branches were...

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PIECES   OF  PAPER  -   A   POET’S  HEART


My mauve cloth shimmers to the ground,
And the love letters in the wind, 
Scripts of poems  still young, ...

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I've never felt so safe as I do with you
I can be myself, laugh my laugh
Tell bad jokes, dress up, dress down
Drink too much, laugh out loud
Eat too much, cry in a crowd
With you I'm...

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For too long I kept my eyes from seeing the clues
	Too many signs left unseen
	Though you never gave up on me
	You made things plain to see
	I tried to wipe the clues clean
And used every excuse...

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Hearth of Winds

From west to east you plumb axisal spin,

And darted on the limbs of the poles.

On longitudes and latitudes, you are dotted in silhouettes.

Just above the horizon of age, you journeyed,

Beckoning the threshold of...

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Cider only requires one straw—
Sipping with my Sweetheart.
Dreaming about apples—
Some big (and) some small...
Whispering windfalls upon a fallen time ground.
Fields endless waves motionless now;
And then
Hearts as sweet as Cider’s bottomless feel
Incapable of prediction;
Moments blossom molding...

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My Muse awoke me,
I had been listening to a thunderstorm
from my warm bedroom.
She wanted me to write about
the storm.

The morning came fine and fair,
she was still pressing me
to talk about the thunderstorm,

but I am done...

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I am the surplus confusion of my mother,
the left-overs of Uncle Tommy –
sous chef and demon lover,
the aftershave of my father,
and his father before him.

We are what we are,
but of course
there are the missing links,
the...

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Plundering stuff to clone is obscene
Leeching from others whose work they have seen
Always alert for what comes their way
Grabbing their windfalls by night and by day
In their bid for acclaim and contests to win
As they...

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do not be afraid for you are God's delight
Her only wants you to serve Him like His son Jesus Christ
for God would like to have with you a tete a tete
a little chat with Him...

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It would seem that our early ancestors 
Foraged afar to find the freshest fruit   
But sometimes they would have to eat windfalls 
That were covered with that white fungal fur  
Which made...

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The trees have pumpkin-pied themselves
they're dipped in orange butterscotch.
The squirrel's nests of pick-up sticks
hide acorns stores which plink-plop.

Below the apple trees bowed branches
mother harvests windfalls for pies.
Father takes a old buck down
for mincemeat pie, bye...

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