Long Workbench Poems

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The Cinematic Film Treatment as Poetic Element 
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Mechanical Intervention in the Nick of Time 

Biography of the greatest cryptoanalyst of them all, "Bumpy" Boedecker Hines, custodial staff at Blimply Park, where the best Scrabble...

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"Father does not see the mournful sad tears,
that fall on a mossy stone;
O, my broken heart weeps.

And I recall running into your open arms a little girl innocent,
      you were...

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"Father does not see the mournful sad tears,
        that fall on a mossy stone;
              O,...

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"Iffin I woulda, iffin ONLY I coulda, WELL
some think I shoulda, that I misunderstooda
cause my brains made of wooda!" said Pinocchio.
"A toy's life's sublime without thought of  rhyme 
we dances ta  chimes ,...

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I used to like to go up into the attic when I was a  young child. I was alone up there, away from authority, able to explore that dark quiet world at my leisure....

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Echoes of wonder streaking lightening from the clouds above
Transcending, ascending and descending in ways that defile the norms and laws of mankind
Beautiful moments that caress anew purely, initiating continual healing of broken pieces of hearts...

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The Shed
...was Granddad's before he died.
And now its loneliness reached out to the boy
from the shaded, shuffling shadows 
that shushed the sheltered garden.
They pulled, they tugged at his guilt-filled absence
until he slink-slunked through the greenery,
standing...

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Suddenly without bedmate and counterpart 
   one month shy of fifty years, no deity could answer
razor sharp emotional pain cut to the quick 
   recollecting ballroom dancer

himself as a handsome youth...

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My first was beside the outside loo,
'cos my wife said not indoors thank you.
I made her a table from an old headboard,
She was pleased, I knew I had scored.
My second was in a closet, 20...

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He waited 
Under fluorescent lighting
The kind that highlighted
His salt and pepper hair
It was almost 5:30
Quitting time 
But he didn’t have to worry about that anymore
Today was his last day
The people in the office took him...

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Growing up, I became aware of you
As the god you gotta get by
The things I truly desired, silent
Covered fitly in "not good" sighs

In my day, children were barely seen
And their words never contradict
All the will...

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GO   GENTLE  INTO   THAT   GOODNIGHT


Crunch of gravel - and a boat grounds its prow:
Cloud and wind hide its arrest
From the small cottage near the dark forest
With its candle...

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A wizened little old man hunkered over his bench.
Gnarled hands wielded screwdriver, hammer and wrench.
Hung on the walls of his shop, all types of clocks were arrayed.
He'd been a clock maker for decades - he...

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He'd made the world, the flowers the trees,
invented weather, the rain and the breeze.
The fowls of the air, the fish in the sea,
the beasts of the Earth, the ancestors of we.

He'd made the streams, the...

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Late at night I hear the monkey’s laughing in the jungle
They are burning an effigy 
And they find it more than amusing
They find it comforting.
They built it out of broken dreams and green cards.
It was...

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Simon was a happy elf
Who always wore a smile
One of Santa's best elves
Willing to go the extra mile.

With trousers of green, tunic red
And a bright yellow bobble hat
Simon whistled a happy tune
While at his workbench...

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his tired eyes yet sparkled with the love of his craft
a love steeped in awe and fear of its impact
the hunched shoulders hovered o'er each stroke of his pen
a quill dipped in an inkwell lined...

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A week away from Ground Hog Day
And my water heater’s sore.
It spat at my clumsy plumbing,
Took a leak on the basement floor.
That triggered my elderly sump pump
To noisily heave up its guts.
My cat on the...

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Wings are eyelids.
A mind can be left aside on a workbench
while the brain teaches the sky to sleep.

Mother lives in a jar in an old curiosity shop.
Father enters the world bringing extinct words
he has found...

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He drops the tailgate on that old GMC truck
using it as a makeshift workbench
He tinkers with an old icemaker 
determined to bring it back to it's former glory
He whistles an old country tune as he...

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Oh beautiful birth control, how wonderful you play, 
You bring so much joy to my life.
You’re like my religion, I can embrace everyone, 
Especially my neighbour’s blonde wife.

Every morning after, I fall, fall from grace...

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I have some favorite tools I use,
Whenever I ply my trade, 
From the hammer in my leather pouch, 
To the retractable cutting blade.

I also love the spanners I have, 
One metric, the other in inch,
When...

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