Long Zigs Poems

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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Their evening starts
With dinner and a dance
It's taken many months
To be standing in this stance
 
Slow delightful moves
As they move around the floor
In their hearts they know
Their evening cries for more
 
The moment moves their...

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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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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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A lot of really big trees had died to make that desk. His mother had probably gnawed them down, used her nails to saw the boards, and finished the decorative cutwork with her tongue.
Jennifer Crusie


My...

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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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Aloof

She cringed in pain and fear
As she zigs and zag 
across the lonely and troubled paths
she wobbles as she is pelted with rocks
sticks and troubled minds

She Pants thus filled with dread 
as she scanned the...

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