Long Woodward Poems

Merov’s Ghost (1) and Other Shots Across My Bow!

In mid-November of Fourteen, I published my first web verse here, (2)
the earliest spanned sixty years, composed for Senior English class
one night in Nineteen Sixty-One. Assigned just...

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- - - Chapter 1: Early Days - - - 

My father was a rich man, la, *
Though schooled in poverty, (1)  
As such he seldom raised his head, 
Displayed humility.
The center of the...

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I have so many places/acts dear to my heart
I’m just dying to share some with you
Not to boast, I but honor them, all played a part,
I'm sure helped to bring me in your view!

Tell me...

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(The Man Who Proved That God Is Real)      

You told me you just want to know God exists, 
Oh dear heart, I promise it's true, 
I just worry the person...

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NOTE: Please read part 1 so this makes more sense

As soon as her words enter my brain I feel the force of a million gees pressing against my body, but only for a nanosecond, then...

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The woman in the back blowing her horn
 She is in a hurry to go
 As I comes to a complete stop
 After the traffic lights turn yellow

 Thru the glass she showed me the...

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The woman in the back blowing her horn
 She is in a hurry to go
 As I comes to a complete stop
 After the traffic lights turn yellow

 Thru the glass she showed me the...

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Stereo Man (It Takes Two?)

Stereo Man (It Takes Two?)

I’m a stereo man, and I carry two phones,
have two homes in two states (each sports car that awaits).
I’ve been married two times but find sin better...

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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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Like Moses fleeing Egypt 
and finding refuge in Midian
I was a stranger in a strange land.
Having fled Chicago in ‘84
I journeyed east to the
unpromised land of Detroit.

8 Mile Road.
“I'm a man
I'm a make a new...

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*Had to bring this one back. Like my Poe poem, this one follows (haunts) me wherever I go. It is my favorite lyric that I've written thus far. It is loosely based on a real...

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Announcement to all Outer party members:

Thomas Woodward is dead. He is an unperson. You are to incinerate anything in your possession that might be contaminated with his DNA. All memories of him are to be...

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Because there is a God in heaven who demands an accounting. Because there are demons on earth who never sleep. Because the wind whispers words into my head whether I want it to or not....

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This man was a laborer, and in vacuum cleaner sales.
He came a long way from Pontypridd in South Wales.
From humble beginnings as Thomas Jones Woodward,
Tom Jones has been one of the greatest singers heard.
With the...

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Listen up me fellow VETERANS
  sit back and try to remember
We were told when to get up
  to do this,or to do that and to do it right
Yet we had no choice
 ...

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The crippled lad stood beneath the bell tower
Pulls the rope to ring the bell at the praying hour.
With each mighty heave the bell does toll.
along the street the congregation did stroll.

As parishioner's entered within,
all greeted...

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