Long Window glass Poems

A midnight shriek or sudden bang
Disrupts the thread of tales,
Entangled in unconscious mind
With sounds of lashing flails.

Wherefrom it comes, whither it goes?
I threw my eyes up there,
The eerie void soon called me up
To trudge down...

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Cluttering above huddled rooftops
Of sprawling villages 
And shy provincial towns;
Rising sharply amidst swooping
Declinations;
Hesitating when gathering at the
Tangled woodland perimeters of
Outlying greenland bounds,
Jostled apex ridges detach among
Themselves...
When habitually roused from early
Mornings
Newly awakened sounds.

Electrical milk floats whir...

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...But Mains just shrugged, then said, “Let’s go.”
offered the wrists to his bandittos.
Two of them led the man away,
Diaz fumed more watching him go.

Denied the chance to see him beg,
denied the chance to drink his...

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Ah, the life surreal.  Nothing like wearing the weirdness like a greatcoat as I sip bad hotel coffee and muse over where the last few years have taken me while watching ice flow around old...

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Somber is the color of the day...
Window glass distorts the view, of the dreary afternoon
Prisms of light cavorting outside, are reflected from the dew
and rainbows are splashed, from an old pewter lamp 
  ...

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~Another Magical Fairyland Story - The Love  Letter - Part  1~
 (Short Story or Narrative poem)



 It was very late in this winter afternoon
 When I decided it was time for me
 To...

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Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic. 
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns...

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My Dear....

Do you know?
How empty is our home, when you are gone? 
Another evening fades, another day declines
How silent are these walls, when you're away
Even in the quiet, I feel the comfort of your presence
...

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I embrace the nocturnal shade 
coiled beneath tangerine lamplight 
on the corner of the street 
in case a certain little lady walks by. 
I am ever watchful 
in the telephone kiosk bathed in smells of...

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Shadowed in the silent room, the daylight's nearly gone
Dusk climbs in through window glass, with one last ray of sun
I start the task, climb on a chair, reach up to shelves so high
to mother's boxes...

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She comes to me when e’er she will,
When starlight sprinkles my windowsill.
When the dew finds rest upon the grass
She taps upon my window glass.

I go outside to be with her,
To share a moment soft and...

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From a derelict house, near the interstate pass,
with her cuff of chenille, she rubs a small circle 
to clear away grime from the cold window glass
Better to see now, beyond wooden rails, that have worn...

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They sit at the red Formica table, quietly buttering their morning toast,
while watching her through the window glass.  It is as much a daily
routine, as brushing their teeth.  How disappointed they would be,...

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Armed with chainsaws in the field, two young men are shirtless guests
with shoulders bronzed by sun and sweat.
The timbre in the August sun has scattered birds and stirred unrest

   The tree they'll slay...

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A Partridge perched upon a tree
entices him to throw something!
When songbirds sing and flap their wings  
two turtle doves, cause headache pain.
Those mocking words, thread-worn with wear.
 remind him of the dollars spent.
Defeat caves...

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I'm the child that no-one See's, no-one ever remembers me, I live across the road from
you, the one with bruises, black and blue, the child who never speaks or cries, the child
with sunken dark ringed...

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* 
It happened in a moment, during my 7th grade English class   *
As we studied classic literature; “Evangeline”,  the poem
A substitute teacher, wearing shoes of polished coal     ...

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Jane Merchant (2)

Invalid of flesh (but not of soul),
She saw Creation whole,
And hymned the seasons come to pass
Beyond her bedroom window-glass—
December trees—and April rain-wet grass.

          ...

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On a polka-dotted day, at the Plott's house down the block,
Mama Plott was plotting where to place her dandy cuckoo clock
The handy, cuckoo clock,... took a spot right on the shelf
and proudly perched, profoundly, next...

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Somber is the color of the day
Prisms of lamplight reflected, on darkened window glass
A rainbow of color seeping through a pewter lamp of old
While quietly, I sit, and ponder, my pen in hand
Upon cold shoulders,...

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For decades, motor cars
have driven past in haste,
eyes not straying far
from the highway to where,
set back and obscured
by scrub,
an abandoned farm
is slowly succumbing to rot.
I catch a glimpse
of an old cart out front
and stop.

Nothing moves...

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Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mother has child that father denies
Leaves when his baby lets out those first cries
Excuses flying, lies sailing; words without care
Feelings are...

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Meeting a natural blonde with sparkling eyes, 
With a kind of beauty no matter what she tries. 
Whose smile is opened with glad expression,
Consigning my heart with a loving impression.

Just like stained window glass sparkling...

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Come rain do come here
Seeing you so joyous we’re
The sky is blue and clear
Your silken touch on my little hand
Your soft foot sounds on green and
Brown grass
As well as on the window glass
Calling us to...

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(Lyric Contest Entry)


I pretended to be sleeping, ....  through long hours of the night
I could hear your quiet breathing, .... in the early morning light
Empty words we never said,  just the rustle of...

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