Long Yawning Poems
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I wake up next to no one right at dawn
to check for late night texts that don't exist
The paperboy throws news toward the lawn
and moves on, even though he knows he missed
I (yawning) fight to brush the blues away
but when I touch my eyes, I find them wet
God! I could not foresee the dawning day
when you would leave for someone you just met
We've been together since the dawn of man
but looking back, it's clear that things weren't great
Im cooking, but here I turn from the pan
to stare at my reflection in a plate
You're gone. And as my breakfast burns to black,
it dawns on me that I don't want you back
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07/22/2018
Let us go for a jaunt on Longport jetty
Our thin peninsula of jagged moss rocks
Waves crash against the smooth raw surface
Blue against the slippery black
Between the cracks is danger upon each step
Will you take my hand and lift our spirits
Over the Jersey shore Sunday tranquil calm
Feelings settle there at the end of time
A sleepy sun sets, yawning down seconds
There is more love found in the simpler pleasures
Salty pungent smells well up in memory
Spread joy over the jetty evening dusk
As seagulls swoop down for a crust of bread
Bent wings skilled at catching
Beaks refuse to lose one single morsel to the sea
Hold on or the winds will carry you away
This is it, the visceral
A mud laden intention for the perfect
And the prefect knows we don’t deserve it
but in morning yawning I’m yearning
To sheen without the glisten
To be of worth without the wealth
To matter in spite of mass
Come sing in the keys of dandelions
and roar like the hidden root
I prefer to blacken my estate
than to yellow at the petals,
fixing myself for your taste
Somewhere in the dirt
Some hand clenching at the shine
of the only future it deserves
is cut off
Someone picking up my charms
Somewhere, far away
So far that in knowing these truths, it doesn’t matter
It has no mass
These are not atoms
This is only shape
Above the decay that feeds this ground
A Destroying Angel strode and gazed around
His carrion birds careened in flight
Above the broken, spectral sight
Of the lost, abandoned city.
An ancient prophet counseled from his mountain,
"Drink not, my son, from the tainted fountain
That flows within that city's walls.
The blood yet wet within its sunken halls
Will poison all who walk its silent streets
With whisperings and dark deceits,
From Furies there shall come no pity."
The Stranger knew, and yet he came
To deliver its Infernal name.
Its people, strong and scornful of the Fates
Missed the traitor at their gates
Who for his price let in their doom
Turned their palaces into tombs.
As yet the air sings songs of violence.
Reflected in his empty eyes
There moved above the bloodied skies
Of sunset or of dawning.
His dusty boots rang through the yawning
Desolation past the city gates
Through which Hope fled to other states
To leave behind this awful silence.
I set off in search of the great theta rhythm
Trav'lin' alone full of promise and hope
I stumbled and swore I'd ignore frustration
Soldiering on to the Cape Where I Cope
Uniform firm on my shoulder I wore it
Proudly displaying the emblem and drape
Holding fast to the pledge as I swore it
Firmly believing in the cope of good cape
I didn't know as the waves washed o'er me
Should a remnant survive, stay alive to reach home
One never knows when you start on this journey
Where you'll end up, if you'll still be alone
Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta swelled and yelled, "Be careful there!"
But undaunted Psyche taunted, "Never back down from a dare."
I tiptoed round with Psyche leaving Cupid with the bill
But swimming round the Maelstrom left this mess brimming in me
Beauty beckons me there in the dawning
Fawning daunting ego is where
Trepidation fills up the yawning
Maw where fools ignore the stare
Glaring oversight is now blooming
Looming on the precipace where
False bravado becomes all-consuming
And brave though knavely soldiers there
Fast the waves come crashing onward
Pressing me toward the shore
When I try to slow the rhythm
There I struggle ever more
Tasty home-cooked meals
A heater that works every time
Shoes that ease my neuropathy
My collection of Mercury dimes
Glasses that calibrate my vision
Grown sons who consider my advice
A computer that responds to my touch
A car I don't have to drive so much
Faucets that don't run out of water
A closet of clothes that fit just right
Tulips and daffodils bloom in my garden
Graceful birds perform pirouettes in flight
A quiet residential street in front of me
More children playing than cars passing by
Leaves bursting out on tree after tree
The sun yawning, traverses a pastel sky
Friends sound anxious to get 'out there'
They've an itch to wander and roam
As for me, I marvel at my vast fortune
The comforts and blessings of home
It hovers here, a moon opaque,
obscuring mountain trails I take.
No other living things appear.
A moon opaque. . . It hovers here.
I follow on along a ledge;
below a swirling river’s edge.
In front of me, the canyon’s yawn.
Along a ledge, I follow on.
I see no hue when fog congeals.
Oh, doom of one who no more feels!
The moon has fled, as so have you.
When fog congeals, I see no hue.
Now all is dim; it matters not.
My dear one’s heart I have not got.
No use in living without him.
It matters not. Now all is dim.
At peace I’ll be if I should fall
to murky water from this wall.
Oh, yawning canyon, swallow me.
If I should fall, at peace I’ll be.
It’s wonderful to look upon me,
exactly at the moment of my entry.
Stepping into the light to decide my fate _
Thinking of which bold move do I make.
Hmmm, Shall washing my face be of my first choice;
Then brush and gargle to freshen my breath and voice.
Or need I seat upon the fair thinking chair?
Cleanse the body spray freshener into the air.
Be mindful of the plight of the toilet brush.
Periodically reaching back to courtesy flush.
I could partake of that appealing waterfall.
With the adjustable faucet for short or tall.
Yawning loudly and extending my arms, yet not touch the shower tree.
No, it can’t be climbed, it’s just something to look at, something to see.
Mi Ban~o is designed not with a standard matching set.
Only of random bits and pieces of the best, we could get.
Twirling in the opened space atop my throw rug.
Appreciatively loving life_ arms folded in a hug.
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Beneath the yawning, azure skies of Earth,
We left our seed to wend the Sea of Suns,
And prove the binding mettle of our worth,
Beyond the sullied world we'd left undone.
Across the Great Expanse we bounded, free
To stretch the limits of our brains and bones
Though sailing 'cross that ancient, starlit sea
We heard the gods of ages yawp and moan.
We plunged an aching void of endless night,
Through spinning rainbow nebulae of death,
To wondrous planets, multi-hued and bright,
But none with Terra's sweet, enchanting breath.
Ten thousand worlds of mystery, we found
Grand vistas, picturesque, for us to roam,
Yet in the end, we turned our trek around,
Still yearning for those colors of our home.
To wade again, the meadows of our birth ...
Beneath the yawning, azure skies of Earth.
The Georgia pines in embers stood
at the end of autumn's day
Hushed silence waited for the night
Noctural ones yawning lay
The embers slowly faded away
Pitch black engulfed the trees
A whip-poor-will began a song
The last to be believed
Coyotes tucked away inside
No yelps from their spring's born
Do they know winter's cold soon comes
If so are they forlorn?
Snug and warm inside their lined dens
Animals closely lay
Are their bellies full as the cattle's
Who inside barn stalls stay?
God takes care of the animals
He also cares for man
Man thinks he does it on his own
But without God he can't stand