Long Zags Poems

We’re (my roommates and I) at a specific time of youth - a time I’ll call “close.” We aren’t fully adults but we’re close, we’re not completely out and independent, but we’re close. And once...

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The ability to stay calm is a hard task to manage.
The wooden bench I am sitting on creaks with every 
move I make. Each creak stabs my ears.
The open wilderness surrounding me has a sinister...

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A little piece I wrote for Flips Funeral
 There is an interlude to the beginning
 But the present has now passed
 As I record this passage
 Of a hero to the last
 So I beat...

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THE TENTH WAVE



The rain drops prick the skin of the sea
Tumble with the urchins in the water,
The black water, so heavy, tired--
Watching it tic tac toe in millions of tiny rings
Tic tac toe, three by...

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Part I 

my flesh is filled and fraught with foul disease; 
offensive is my life to mine own eyes 
that see me sail life's clear and cloudy seas 
where faith fills up or empties out...

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my flesh is filled and fraught with foul disease; 
offensive is my life to mine own eyes 
who sees me sail life's clear and cloudy seas 
where faith fills up or empties out our lies....

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Byte size food begets best bedeviled egg head benefits 
re: visited today April 12th, 2023

Way before aye knew 
the name Fletcherism applied 
family and friends even 
Smetana's bartered bride
would (tongue in cheek) chide
tummy uncommonly 
(recherché)...

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ON RESCUING AN INJURED PIGEON
	I.
sliding screen door screeches, pigeons scatter
thump of wing against breast, shockwave breeze
more frequent than in the past, shimmering necks
soundtrack squirrel zig-zags, new-green lawn
perches like the pigeons, await my departure

	II.
he appeared in...

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I thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new
Because  I thought about you yesterday
And days before that too.
I think of you in silence
And often speak your name in my sleep
But you never...

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Life’s Timeless Driftwood

Peering back at the shadow stretching,
continuance knows well the peaceful silhouettes from horizon's light,
ancestral sequences having frequented one’s shore many times.

All is as it has been.

One’s longevity holds firm,
like isolated fingers protruding in...

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way before aye knew 
     the name Fletcherism applied 
tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed
in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide

did precepts sans hungry 
     deaf eating...

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re: visited tonight October 15th, 2021

Way before aye knew 
the name Fletcherism applied 
tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed
in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide

did precepts sans hungry 
deaf eating beast impossible to hide
(the ferocious...

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what is wrong with thee?
o, plenty.
The non verbal,
repetitor.
She listens to wandering
ghostly attempts at
remembering
the past
to perserve
her future
to maintain
a quo.
ta.

of whom she laid eyes on,
upon the day
when her heart spoke
the language
of the unknown monk
whom the captain watts
often...

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This is the road that leads to my father's home
It is old and dusty with bullock-carts creaking,
Carrying the  heavy weight of the freshly cut sugar-cane
To the mills nearby for our sugar laden tables,
Piled in...

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Canopy’s aperture, spilled light’s nuance, tinted,
as my eyes arrested, to attest fall’s saga…
A tree proclivity, had me stalled in Ashland, 
watching the leaves succumb, leaving stark limbs barren…
Those with temerity, plunged at high speed, head...

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Mystery
My 80s Days
When Jimmy was a kid in the early 80s, he used to take the piss out of glue sniffers. Hey you, you bastard! They used to chase him and his mate. Running in...

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Midday sometimes in class instead of learning algebra
While she should be calculating and figuring a formula
Her mind wanders aboard a moonlit gondola
Serenaded by a musician and his viola

She follows the enticing aroma of hot lasagna
Zigs...

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an image blue     a memory
 fleeting midst
          black,white &
 colour flows

 shadows stream
&  ideas fly
        free to drift

 afterthoughts   floating
zig-zags
 primitive themes
the unconscious   pre occupied

 the misshapen
          in  designs
to surprise
    & provoke
glimpses
      into the  bizarre

a short breath blown
a frottage
     of connections
         embryonic& 
              ...

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surf groaning below
she stood atop the cliff edge, blinking ...
arms spread like Christ under
the (now) purple sun
nuclear ash drifting in soft zig-zags
like a gentle Maine snow …
there was no question now -
no stone left unturned
she...

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Any type of poem I write
Breaks my mind of the
Concrete that it sits in
Delivering myself a headache that 
Erodes my brain which often
Finds me with nothing to
Gestate into a creation of write that is
Hidden among...

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As I gaze out upon the blue ocean,
 from my perch, on the cliff above .
 The incoming storm, hovers close by,
 I am watching  battering waves, smash
the rugged coastline shore below.
The blue waves...

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Colors drop, intermingle, and pop;
A waterfall of prismatic raindrops;

     A downpour of prismatic raindrops 
        bring focus to a filmy mosaic;

See clearly a complicated...

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