Tag: Poetry
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Angel food vs Devils food
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog Angel food vs Devils food White vs ChocolateBland vs Extraordinary White vs brown ORHow about marbledMore like reality Why is whiteassociated withangles, where didthat come fromWhy brown(chocolate)with devilsProbably theChristian cultof Judaism Alas, God, inA burning bushwas surely not whitebut some colorassociated with burning shrubberyperhaps yellowred…
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Who Woulda Thunk It
Who Woulda Thunk Itby Greg Brown We used to say I could walk all night, and we could and we didDown that gravel road, to that tiny town, and the door always openedNow we say I could walk all night. It’s not trueWe can’t walk all night, no, because we don’t want toWe want a…
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Dark Chocolate Covered Salted Caramels
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog Dark Chocolate Covered Salted Caramels rich and chewytough enough to breakan old man’s brittle teethbut he don’t caredark chocolate andsalted caramel meltshis mouth in ecstasyso there as he spitsout a brokentooth or twoor threea few moregaps inhis smilehe sees he’ll wait a whileself-indulgentlydaintily-now nibblingsliding impatient…
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Jethro Tull
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog. Jethro Tull snorts and humming flute spits fire-laden ice waterlight-show dappled stage Dickens era clothesexpecting sackbut and lutebohemian rock post-show exit blueslocomotive breath – enragedaftermath come-down overflowed parkingtime-warped travel home – snot dripsfrom Aqualung’s nose –LE
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SS & Medi-dare
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog. SS & Medi-dare SS retired – required – inspired just plain tired – almost expired expiration date all up to fateemancipated and medicatedperhaps need bruja-ha or shaman help truer SS short-shrift – left adriftSS sucking sound asausterity abounds – movingwealth by fiat to leach-classwarehouses for…
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Past The Point Of Rescue
Past The Point Of Rescueby Mary Black Last night I dreamed you were back againLarger than life again, holding me tight againPlacing those same kisses on my browSweeter than ever now, Lord I remember howCouldn’t get enough of kissingDo you know how much I’m missing?No you don’t, but I do Days like a slow train…
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Whiskey Painters
I’m taking a break from my memoir for a while. For the next few weeks, I’ll mostly be reprising the poetry that I’ve written for this blog since I began it over a year ago. Whiskey Painters 4×5 inch masterpiecespaintswere carried in a small Anacin tin folding brushcompleted the ensemble table in the barthe painter’sbrush…
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Pandora’s Box
I’m taking a break from my memoir for a while. For the next few weeks, I’ll mostly be reprising the poetry that I’ve written for this blog since I began it over a year ago. Pandora’s Box Pandora’s boxOnly filled with Bagels and loxSwimming inChaos dustBut the box Has no lockWhat the While back at…
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Incompetence
I’m taking a break from my memoir for a while. For the next few weeks, I’ll mostly be reprising the poetry that I’ve written for this blog since I began it over a year ago. Incompetence imagination knowledgepractice and experienceequal successso they say incompetence negatespractice experienceknowledge and even imagination on any given day seems we…
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Gemini Mind
I’m taking a break from my memoir for a while. For the next few weeks, I’ll mostly be reprising the poetry that I’ve written for this blog since I began it over a year ago. Gemini Mind Gemini mindsplit in twoknow theuniverse is finebut need tofix it still politics warswith sanityenlightenedrealizationsconfrontthe hubris of contemplations fight…
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