Long Yawp Poems

“Up men to your posts! Don’t forget today that you are from old Virginia.” 
– General George Pickett

Beneath Gettysburg's sun a merciless blaze
Stood Pickett with his face etched with war's haunting gaze.
A mind torn asunder...

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Our boat is first to slice
The green snake skin of Clam Lake
This Saturday morning in May

Heading east to the mouth of Grass River
Where angry Pike still hunt from shallows
Before the Milfoil grows to summer impossible

My...

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Somedays, I wake up and my mind is a buzz with the low hum of drunk bees. Other days it's the homicidal scree of the Purge siren meets the absurdity of Happy Gilmore. Those days,...

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If I could scream truth
from the mountain tops,
and whisper false pretenses,
Then by the breath of a ghost
I would confess that I am content,
But by the yawp of a barbarian,
I would raise my voice to the...

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There is never any doubt of his presence when he enters a room. Without a word, a unified sense of euphoria warms the air, and from the moment he walks through the door until the...

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Years and years have been lost to time, thousands of days,
 nights, and morrows seen and despised out of immense ache,
The Juliet of my early youth is no more, transformed into a
stranger, yet my love...

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Crossing the dark miry ford, thwarted by the skull colored fog                        ...

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* There is one person I would bring back in a heartbeat, and that's my favorite human being of all-time, Walt Whitman - he literally changed my life with his poetry, and brought true beauty...

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On an azure expanse without prospect or sail
        the debris of my ship rent asunder from gale
           ...

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Oh, My Dear Walter, how your words have slayed
          Humbled me, broken me, molded, remade

To taste of your world, see above or below it
  ...

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It was warm in the yurt; the desert was unyieldingly hot.
There was the slight scent of ylanylang, it was sweet.
The guy wearing the yarmulke had a captive audience
He was yacking to the point of yammering,...

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Society’s so called “beauty”
Will never compare to Nature’s pure truth;
The thing people search for and claim to have found,
But only Nature will preserve your youth.
 
I cannot turn off the poet inside me, never,
My calling...

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"...Dominus orationem meam suscepit."


Burning his little jelly bottom raw,
He blisters in his liquid greenish poop.
He has no means to summon us at all 
To drain the acid swamp of split pea soup.
Except to scream, a...

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Beneath the yawning, azure skies of Earth,
          We left our seed to wend the Sea of Suns,
         ...

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Naked Truth

N~ascent truth resides at the heart of wisdom thus

A~story conjects still naked waits for refutation

T~he emperor’s clothes devoid of the latest chique  

I~ntimately risqué when average normality beckons

V~ie for veracity rescued from the...

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If I am but a man, then be it so. 
And I eat strength and breathe fallibility. 
But I confess, to be man is a gift by 
one name and burden by another. 
Heartbeat and...

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You float with buoyant energy
on an ethereal waft of creation
too boisterous for my heart to
ignore as it patters in longing.

The pulse of the Earth reverberates
in your every kindly action
like a tuning fork holding the divine
harmonious...

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The 2nd Trump Presidency Begins

To express my own Whitmanesque
"barbaric yawp", constrained by
internal (and external) barriers,
mentally constipated, I merely mutter,
feel pressures steadily mounting.
Hesitant, I expel grunts and breaths --
disinhibit streams of consciousness,
encourage verbal fluidity, ease
the heaviness...

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Dawn is chirp-filled, clear and gallant
On this blessed day
What oils and easel did the Maker use
When His right brain urged the cause
For this splendor to be
Looks normal to most
But my vantage today
Brings subtlety to a...

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If I ever find my mind in a sermon from heaven
Or ever blind as a frog in a broken earthen oven
I’d hop my hump back down to earth   
And yawp my stump for...

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Benumbed Jane!

"he'd never give a plain Jane like you a second's thought"
(but hellishly reign his godly wife)

O Jane!
Be little prettier 
Be more wiser
Crucify your benumbed senses 
Resurrect your eloquent vehement 
Why she choose to be...

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Moody Storm 

Lighting flashes from the East to the West.
Sitting on my porch, blowing on my face, the wind has progressed.

Trees swaying to the left and to the right..
Dark brooding clouds liberating  some patches...

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He said to me,"Ma'am I don't really run,
I have no friends under the sun!"
She said to me,"Ma'am I know not to skip,
My friends are sailing in another ship"
They said to me,"Ma'am we know not to...

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See the recumbent lion,
it yawns, mouth stretched open
a wide silence – he is not tired,
just philosophically bored.

It is a yawp
as much as the startled jaw
of a newborn kitten
is a visible caricature of surprise
for having arrived...

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