Long Woodbine Poems

August 13th, 2021 – twenty two years since...

Wicked bad designed day poem originally crafted
then alternately titled for no particular rhyme nor reason: 
courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia. 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and...

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(alternately titled: courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and ninety nine
forever etched in annals of my personal infamy
as one still sending hair raising shivers down my spine
which following unpleasant...

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It was a waxing, gibbous moon and Cassandra felt calm and at ease
as she stepped out that February night with frost upon the trees..
It was only a mile to grandmothers house, she'd walked it many...

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THE NIGHT THAT RABBIE VISITED ME
One night in spring  I couldn't sleep      I heard knocking on  the door
I got out of bed, walked to the window to have...

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Rosh Hashshana 2023

Began at sunset 
on Friday, Sept. 15, 
and ends at sunset 
on Sunday, Sept. 17.

No matter yours truly an atheist, 
I consider myself 
fascinated with my Semitic ancestry
(maybe unwittingly genealogically 
linkedin with unsuspecting...

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A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
 
Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
that's newly sprung in June
and my love is like the melody
that's sweetly played in tune.

And...

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SURSUM CORDA 

(for Ruth and Clement Mc Cormack, 
Bridgton, Maine)

“Come see us, we’ll talk about the job."

you were convalescent, generous, 
and anxious to get your hands moving
into the garden among the buds and birdsong 
ready...

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No matter yours truly an atheist, 
I consider myself fascinated with my ancestry
x cited regarding: upcoming
Jewish holiday fast approaching 
by the bewitching hour which doth hold key
to Chamber Of Secrets to – me
analogous being Sorcerer's...

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“Stroke-a-back
stroke-a-back
someone’s going to touch you
in a moment from now,
I’ll draw the snake
but I won’t end it.”   
                ...

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As the Death diameter distance grows this life pre pronounced decifers its 
               knows and forms poignant figures into neat narrow...

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Sex for breakfast , lunch and dinner
That’s the F plan diet for me
I might take a break at coffee
Or during afternoon tea.
You could wear your marigold gloves
And we could explore every kink.
I could get the...

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On a grassy verge above the surging rill 
she stood fair haired and proud,
three leaf clover substrate at her toes.
Clutching saline bouquets I had plucked 
from my neighbours walk-in green house.
Woman of resplendent peerage cast...

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Banks o' Doon
by Robert Burns
modern English translation by Michael R. Burch

Oh, banks and hills of lovely Doon,
How can you bloom so fresh and fair;
How can you chant, diminutive birds,
When I'm so weary, full of care!
You'll...

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Pre Beatles Fame 
 There are times when long time ago really is long, yet seen
with a cosmic sight, a speck of dust in the eye of the sky.  
I think it was In...

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He came like Tommy’s Cooper
With a pocket in each hand,
Juggling with his boulders
While out humphing ‘cross the land.

It took about a day a week
No more and not much less.
He took his Barry from a hook
And...

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  "Waiting in Vain"

all my life I've been waiting to capture the illusive brass ring
to fill my heart with happiness; to lace my hands with bling.

years have passed and still I wait for the...

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The robin led straight to the tenant,
Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all. 
The huge dormers were closed. I chose onlookers on the sight, 
Not to the main bulletin--to its left winsome, 
The onlooker in...

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VENEZUELA [08/26/96]


LAST NIGHT
I LIT A
DOUBLE STICK
FOR
YOU

AN ODOR SO 
PROFOUND
TREES BEGAN
TO WALK
AROUND
ME
AS
I
IMAGINED
WHAT YOU SAID

THE DESERT
MEETS THE SEA
WOODBINE
LICORICE
TANGLED
ALL
AROUND
ME

AS I IMAGINED
WHAT
YOU
SAID

ON EITHER
SIDE
OF THE
MOUNTAIN
THE DESERT
MEETS
THE
SEA

LITTLE 
RED 
ANIMALS 
REACHING
THROUGH
THE
VINES,
TYING MY
JOURNAL
WITH
A
BOW.

IT SHOULD
RAIN TO
MAKE
YOU
STOP
CRYING,
FULL
MOON
HIDING
THE
STRANGE
STATE
OF
BEING
TOGETHER.

I TRY TO IMAGINE
WHAT YOU SAID
ABOUT THE DESERT
	AND
	THE
	SEA....

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Silken seas
pouring chromatic,
waxing floral
in scented bliss;
ecstasy of 
godly kiss
is jubilation,
they reminisce.

Woodbine entwined,
elegance refined;
eternal hearts
enraptured 
like minds.
Chrysalis ever
so divine in flight.

Dragon dreams
transcending 
light-play’s
mesmeric seas;
rapturous cacophony
tranquility played
with ease.

sultry flows
yet to compose
aesthetic dreams, 
in natural repose;
then awaken blossom
of...

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