Short Coattails Poems

my muse and I - riding on the coattails of infinity


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a tall ship
gliding trough thick fog
storm on its coattails



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on July 10, 2021...

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through
thick fog
tall ship
in silence
gliding
autumn
on its
coattails



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on November 5, 2018...

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Does the imagination of death
Inspire our thought of what life can be
As we sail the coattails of memory
Into destiny at the edge of the present...

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Persona non grata  so I sang beneath a
moonlight sonata.

A ghost-finger touched a quivering semi-tone note,
,your soul con-caved beneath that haunting,
longing, aching spirit!

So persona non grata my coattails in winter
snow!

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Surrender

Is sinking
Into silence..
Letting go of
That which appears
To grasp our coattails
And clouds the Identity
Of our true Self..

This is not to inquire
Into coattail attachments
But to directly recognize
That in which
We as well as our coattails
Make our stage appearance......

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Hold on,
don't you dare let me go;
From sunset until dawn
caught in the undertow;
I'm all thawing passion;

Tightly,
paradise is fleeting;
Savor that melt gently
the Sun will be riding
the Moon's coattails quickly;

Don't fall,
I may have a rough bounce;
Playing with that eight ball
a star with a sly pounce,
believe for the long-haul....

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Listen to poem:

the morning
quiet as a prayer
stood breathless
before me

intoxicating
in all its modesty
inspiring
its wondrous silence

the world asleep
even the sun
slow to rise
stretching time

and so i lingered
at one with the universe
on the coattails of summer
waiting for a sign from you



AP: 1st place 2021

Posted on November 7, 2021...

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the frailty of human nature
to wonder where this all can lead

truth best captured in the present
no place more perfect than its now

riding the coattails of fantasy
candied kisses in clear mint sky

longing in conjured dreamy state
ethereal in its summoned whimsy

scattered figments of imagination
there then gone they never happened



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on September 28, 2021...

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Ivory tower dweller; 
born with a silver spoon
in his mouth.
He's used to riding 
the lofty coattails 
of his tycoon father 

Selfish, 
arrogant 
and self-centered, 
he expects people 
in his life to go 
the extra mile to keep 
his life "comfortable"

When they fall short, 
he treats them 
like chopped liver.
He's convinced himself
the world owes him
something.



Date written: 06/04/2021...

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The soft spoken
weariness of politicians,
their secret hope
the long,
unhappy dream of the fathers
would 
stop dead in its tracks,
like homes under siege 
encased in decaying dreams.....
permitting  a new day to burst forth,
a pseudo resurrection,
one more chance to ride the coattails of
an ever expanding universe.
  Easter calls its halt,
a remembrance 
that stops the short lived chatter
to contemplate the risen....

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To steal Moon's glow in troughs beneath my feet
as earth recedes and clouds embrace my flight;
a weightlessness and joy become my meat
and angels reach to set the stars alight.

Up here in space one feels
a brother to the wind,
and rides his coattails high
beyond the brightest star.

I rise to sit alone in God's deep lap
and reach to gather stars as I pass by.
I long to plant a kiss on Moon's stiff brow;
to steal Moon's glow in troughs beneath my feet....

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