Short Stanton Poems

Stanton Macdonald-Wright
synchronised abstract was his light
Colours of the fragmented rainbow
of his work not many know...

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There once lived a lady in Scranton
Named Elizabeth Cady Stanton
She dared to promote
Women’s right to vote,
‘Tis said she threw many a tantrum.

written January 14, 2022...

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Oars and jars in place, 
sails ready to blossom, 
map drawn as a moon. 
Chinese character, rhythm of life,
painted on the hull.

It is strange that I see.
On every mornings breeze. 
That there’s always a doorway. 
To you.
It is strange every time. 
It is always on the line. 
And the door.
It is open.
For you.

Come morning, 
Come morning, 
we set sail....

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Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
It’s good enough for me

Songwriters: Ford/Fascinato

With age comes the inner, the higher life.
Who would be forever young,
to dwell always in externals?

Elizabeth Cady Stanton

COMMUNION OF SAINTS

tabled
  fellowship
   grand men and dames
can’t see nor hear the word —
            God-blest

              9/9/2019...

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MY     GALLERY

In a twinkling
Quiet  kitchen baking smell carries me
Back small for a second  sparkling Christmas
For a second
Tomato sandwich’s tang in the swish of air’s sweet
Wafts thoughts adrift to strand castles in Stanton
In an instant
Fresh polish scent on oft-matt floors makes
Wax coffin-face mementos of grandma
For a moment - - - -

To gallery pictures by aromas
I’m led by ears  and  nose.
A  puppet’s  nostrils’  tender  tendrils
Drawn fast,   wind-entwined....

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