Long Wittier Poems

The messages you send me puts me on Cloud 7…
Sweet love of mine…
That’s why I meet up with you at 7-eleven…
You’re looking fine…
Not everything lasts – I’ve learned…
All the messages – all have burned…
In the...

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EIGHT DAYS HAVE PASSED


"Give thanks to the Lord our God and King
His love endures forever
For He is good, He is above all things
His love endures forever"
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Eight days have passed since year 2016 began Father God,
I...

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gentle as a summer rain,
never doubting, trusting each whisper
as the faded echoes fall soft
to the ground, where they vanish,
leaving only filthy mud, like rust
who curses metal’s glistening…
	are these quiet lives,
bright and vibrant, 
in hues of...

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  I’ve heard you’ve been feeling quite stuck, 
been on a streak of peculiarly bad luck.
                Black cats are...

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In my youth I was completely engrossed,
By poetry along the byways nailed to a post!
It wasn't composed by John Greenleaf Whittier;
No, the authors were much more wittier!
I speak of Burma Shave signs once all the...

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I spent my adolescence writing lots of teenage angst
through poetry, and stuck with it, despite it being pants.
I’ve been to Open Mic nights, and risen through the ranks.
I don’t get heckled quite so much, and...

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You, and only you
That's all I want
All I would ever need

I'm sure you could find someone more then I will ever be
and yet you choose to stay with me

Even in the rain
you put it in...

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As I was saying it takes longer
Just to get where I am going.
It’s like boating on the river and
The wind impedes my rowing.
The oars are getting heavier,
I can’t compete with Father Time.
Oh I wish ...

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Cherries pale yellow tinged with red
Colorful umbrella, mercurial spread
Mellowing veil hovers overhead
Hand staid until dark color, pungent odor wed
Nature's rhythms from youth nurtured in my head
In fowl, tell tale signs providentially inbred
Knowing beak is quicker...

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Laugh laugh laugh
but nothing is there
Pounding furiously
Pounding hard
Pounding upon pounding

Flying higher than you have ever before flown
Being wittier than you ever believed possible
People are amazed by you
You are amazed by yourself
A twirling dervish you cannot...

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Today there's a dissing of Shakespeare
   His penning's dismissed as old-hat
Take time to get know him --
   He's wittier than Dr. Seuss' Cat

Many point to the Merchant of Venice
  ...

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Their delicate nature entices me to try harder
to stare into their translucence and see their souls
They speak to me from a variety of places
They are the opals, and they epitomize imagination
I wear them cheerfully, understanding...

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