Long Workhorse Poems

One morning, when I was stationed at base operations in Subic, I had a
telephone call. A Filipino shipyard worker had died during the night-shift,
on the job at the navy repair facility, apparently of natural causes....

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(To commemorate the final flight of the Space Shuttle Discovery)

A majestic bird flared for a picture perfect landing on this historic day.
Its tires gently kissed the welcoming earth in a magnificent display!
With 39 missions and...

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On the rise of a hill overlooking the bend,
where the old gravel road seems to narrow and blend,
stands the bony old legs made of timber and nail

With regal restraint, neither praise or complaint, 
it's remained...

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The times are hard
Poor, hungry, lonely...
But we all get by
Never thinking of others
Their feelings
Their hopes
Their anything
As we sit by the fire
He walks the dampened streets
Thinking of how to get something to eat
But throughout a dream
Things...

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great aunt, kissed me yesterday
after bidding fond adieu's 
to fleeting flashbacks of youth

streaks of invincibility 
stiffened her spine when a gentleman came calling
courting her future
a legitimate suitor
awkward member in good standing of the 
Chicago Fire...

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On the rise of a hill, overlooking the bend
Where the old gravel road, seems to narrow and blend
Stands your bony remains, weathered timber and nails
Posing regal contentment, without praise or complaint 
Lacking attention, but for...

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PEN

At first, it was just another pen
A ballpoint, as is called by some
Not one in that old clear plastic
But shiny metal, looking fantastic
A present, as fancy as they come
Quite the classy image back then

That silvery...

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In a horse life.We can play with a burlap feed
bag, an empty milk jug, or chew on the barn stall
door.Just to kill some time, or to kill some every
day bordom.In a horse life.We get names...

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in a country where the black man is enemy number one 
where police so quick to use a gun, how do i live
 they attack one of us they attack all of us 
black men...

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It was here 
Here where 
Everything fell apart
Went to hell
I am to blame
A workhorse lamed

I was awake 
Alone in it
All the aftermath
You were never coming home
Not in a way that I could hug you
And feel...

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LF52 ASV
Farewell Independence 106,
You served our Joseph well,
From driving lessons, 
To Scottish holidays,
What stories you could tell,
Also a runaround for me,
LF52 ASV

Dearest Peugeot model 106,
Your toughness you did hide
A prang at Black Dog,
Then rear ended...

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Four score and many more 
And still within her prime 
In her mind and in the woods, 
Hunting, fishing, trapping, 
A workhorse of a woman. 
Watch her go- swing the axe, 
Cleaving wood, making fence...

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