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Halloween – A Love Poem
Here was I, young, supple, firm to the touch, And, oh, how I longed for the warm caress of your hand. You took me in, yet, you have wounded me, my love. The anguished and distorted smile I wear is the...
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I Wouldn’t Change A Thing
If I could see into the future, What would my crystal ball say? Well, my crystal ball is broken, So I threw that ball away. ‘Cause we cannot see all ends, Will we just accept what we can take? Brave...
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Big City
Take a look at my big city, it sometimes seems too much to bear. I look at times in your empty eyes. and I wonder if any love’s still there. ‘Cause time and again you said you’d go, and leave me in my...
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Yeeowll
I have seen the lesser minds of my generation, rise up in protest against foes real or imagined. A people who are bound by nothing beyond their own self-interest in the name of the patron saint of...
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Ruminations of a Right-Wing Recidivist Reactionary – An Ode to Idiots
I wonder what they’re eating in Somalia I wonder if they pick the sand out of their food I wonder if they would mind if we crash the party I wonder if they would think we’re being rude. I hear the...
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Allegorically Metamorphosizing
I used to be proud of my gun, I cleaned it and shot it each day. But when I saw what others had, I looked at my gun with dismay. For my gun was well-used, It had been used quite a lot. And I had steady...
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Waddle ‘Round the Wadi
Here is a little ditty I wrote as a faux Gilbert and Sullivan show tune. If the metre seems a bit strained, it’s because the music’s changing time signatures are tortuous! It works, believe me. So here...
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Live Performance
Stand on the stage through the blinding lights. See the camera phones waving and the people who paid to see aren’t watching me at all. And I take comfort knowing that later on in social media the video...
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Till We Meet Again
When I was younger, I called my mother “Momma”; I think all of us kids did at one time. Sandra Kay TuckerAugust 28, 1939 – October 26, 2016 She was a compassionate person, a caring person, an...
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