Long Workaday Poems

FOUR TENETS OF CREATIVITY


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INTRODUCTION


This short  eBook encompasses my experiences of the creative in both art and poetry in particular.The content of each of the four...

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Achievement, 2 of 2
                         —Time to share—

I cried and bewailed 
while...

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I speak of the breast best,
mother Mary and her voiceless love.
My pillow-talk told to doves and divas.

And my voice sounds in the whale bone,
in the thunder of workaday ants in their
Brooklyn bodega’s.

The breathless, the brazen
those...

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The fault lies within ourselves”
The tearing down of a person
A breaking of the Spirit
The ruining of self
Infliction by other person’s words
Growing up among the abandoned buildings
Once thriving with production
They became empty
The soul seen through broken...

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I heard the owl call my name,
like a backbeat in a child's voice,
etched in shadows of a father's grave,

lonely echoes on a frosted night...

at dawn I'll be immortal again,
renewed by a workaday 
and the frigid...

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If my usual wasn't so ordinary
And didn't span great feats of generic
It may just be shy of extraordinary 
A mediocrity so bland I'm hysteric

Enormity in normalcy's highest gear
Worked out so hard and never got abs
Without...

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In the heat we burn for Pepsi
dangle feet from crick docks
Traipse with garage ice
to cheap motels,
watch a tv that's chained to a wall,
go home thinner then we came.

Poor possessions, pay-checked and broke
by Monday. Trailer bred,
no...

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Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,past times made present, amalgams of verse unshaped,until imagination's birth bursts from the spring of my maturity to awake,arise as ideas and fly free on imagination's unfettered wings ,blown to and fro to settle where...

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Nearby, drained, workaday faces pass by:

Working people with working class woe:

Faces bent in suffering, near hopelessness, made indiscriminate rue.


But turn on the car radio as the people pass by within earshot:

Music escaping from the radio,

Like...

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Brexit Sonnet No. 41
‘Austria, not Australia!’
 

I’m Mad to the Max, brimmed full with deep disgust. 
So who’s on the bike and who’s in the car with the grunt?
Who’s the guy that is good, is...

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Seemingly some kind of Message to

All and sundry about:

The colossal crimson sun imperceptibly sinks over the horizon,

Sinks beyond the road here, over the park in the

Debilitating, gritty summer heat.

Nearby, a huge silent hairy golden dragonfly,

As...

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The morning sun just rising, glaring;

a damp, colder, workaday street ...

fallen leaves scattered,

Halloween mere days away:


Suddenly:  Startled by the workman:

A stray, jet-black cat

frightenedly slinking into utter darkness

under a nearby porch.


In the gloom, the cat...

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An ode to Mondays
One seventh of your life
A workaday deja vu
Memories of weekend
Coloring and shading viewpoints
New Year Resolutions echoed
Into rippled indecisions
Forgotten last minute moments 
Of Friday’s rush to deadline
Waiting under rug edges
To be dealt with...

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