Category: Poetic Narrative
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That Old Car Still Works the Best
We found ourselves living in something real good but, we didn’t realize it at the time. Isn’t that they way it always is? There’s this whole thing about living in the “LIGHT” or living within” TIME” like, the two are mutually exclusive of each other which, they are for most, if not all of our…
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Serenity
I told you yesterday that spring had sprung and i knew because i saw a fly and a bull ant on the floor by the fireplace, a tickling on my arm as i wrote this piece not fifteen minutes ago a tiny spider had invaded my space! There are gnats and mosquitos and other tiny…
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Second Birth
See the angry acts of many rich too proud to bond with mother earth their caskets bulge with stolen goods, no thought to share their riches with generosity given freely their greedy souls never searching their habits deadened, never knowing thoughts worth thinking. Some people care within demise their envy keeps them living their thoughts…
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I Was Just the Postman
midcenturyman February 17, 2018 at 11:29 pm Edit A comment I wrote about the poem titled, “When I Was Born.” This is one of my favorite pieces not just because it describes what childbirth might be like but, I think it’s beautifully written. I like how it flows and trips along with cadence and…
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When I Was Born
That summer hot and sultry mid month mid year mid way past midnight bright lights shining blinding hands grasping fingers smashing through the air i did not really care it was not my problem i was their’s for the taking …!! i heard the pain that wasn’t mine explode into my space, the air, the…
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Bluegills
Bluegills We bought two cardboard containers packed with 15 or 20 corn bores covered in loose black muck, at a farm five miles from town before turning off the black top then, another three miles along a gravel road, snow plowed high on both sides, past farmers fields barely visible stretched white to the gray horizon,…
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Making, Making, Making
It’s ok to feel good every once in a while! Life’s treasure doesn’t come along that often! It lies in wait for the right trigger. Or is it time, and we all run on cycles? For me the treasure never lasts as long as I want it to. (which would be most of the time)…
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Reflection: The Web of Time
We are a travelers moving along a web of time within the mist we call life. We see with light given from somewhere, outside, within, in-between, seldom seen at best, reflected. We make decisions; where to go, how to get there, what to think and feel; assuming truths, affirming movement we’re not sure of, through space most…
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Savoring the Melt
Snow covering the ground at 8 by 1 had disappeared. By 5 newly formed powder flakes/bigger than cotton balls/floated downward, /so light they rose and fell a second time/as I passed /turning my world white once again crystal flakes given form/from clouds high above/each its own and unique world/alive within the tiny gales/and silent currents forming/atmospheres above, …
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The Runner
I watched the runner from where I stood at the forty five yard line in front of the opposing team’s bleachers while on the opposite side of the field at the 20 yard line the runner caught the punt, took two steps backward, tucked the ball into the crook of his arm, lowered his right shoulder and began running a looping arc…
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When Love No Longer Is the Object of Your Affection
I’ve been to the monument and the inland sea .. the land that time forgot. where I walked between the rising sun and the trees of blackest night with diesel’s mournful wail beneath star filled nights the midnight sun reflected the moon and stars along the rails of time the trails of tears I walk along…
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Trump Card Takes the Pot
Trump Card Takes the Pot Trump card plays his hand knowing how the game will end He’s a big game hunter now he has his own guns ! the biggest guns in all the lands! the power of Life and Death held firmly in his hands … ….. Trump card plays his hand … ….. Friendly…
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More Lake Magic: Morphing Sparrows
I sat and watched in peaceful trance water cascade toward me, it’s white caps reaching for the shore where purest water and land meet in perfect balance. A half mile off shore men fished in the trough between shallow water colored tan and deep water blue that extended to the horizon then further where deepest knowledge lies…
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A Day In the Life III
continued … So i grabbed the shop vac went into the bathroom and and sucked it up … While I was sucking I noticed how lousy the baseboards looked so I decided I’d tape them off and paint them … BUT NOT TODAY .. ! I had enough on my platter! (and the list was growing ……
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I Know … It Knows … I Love … Her So …
Pretty soon i’ll be flyin’ the big bird to the northern climes, hitting the ‘motor city’ around eight to ride with the Explorer … Three hours later i’ll be on the sunrise side in big pine country watchin’ the sun rise up orangery/red shining’ low over big lake water; glaciers child/pure and fresh above the eastern plane…
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The Eternal Mystery: 10/01/15
The Eternal Mystery: 10/01/15 Great Lake pounds the shoreline with fury. More power than i’ve witnessed before. Extraordinary the only word to describe it. The rushing sound of an infinite number of wavelets one continual line of white caps breaking parallel to the shore , a mile in each direction Mirrored offshore a broken surge crackles with fluid…
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