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Mar.09.2013
Trains of echoes /  Haunt the dark /  Hunt the light /  Run the tunnels /  Of the night...
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Mar.09.2013
The night wheels /  Of the midland train /  Are heavy in the night, /  Drumbling down /  Drumbling the ground /  Hammering down /  Hammering down the sound /  Slammin’ the trackSlammin’ the groundHeavy into the night Chase the light andTurn the whistled echoes,...
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Mar.06.2013
    During a moment / In the darkened movie house / Of the showing of  "The Postman” / A tear drop swept and wept / Down her sculpted cheek /                   And kissed away tasted, This...
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Mar.02.2013
~ Haiku 88 ~ Yellow dress woman /  Fresh cotton Sunday morning /  In a Kansas Spring /   ~ Tanka 88A ~ Yellow dress woman /  Fresh cotton Sunday morning /  In a Kansas Spring Wheat stone church choir girls sing Prairie lightning amber gold   ~ Tanka 88B ~ Yellow dress...
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Mar.02.2013
 Upon planting a sapling /  I gentle and firm /  Hold the trunk /    At breast heighth, /  And tilting my head /  Press my lips /  Against the bark /  Whilst holding the hand Of a beautiful woman And tasting sweet her wrist.   And young again, Walk...
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Mar.01.2013
( Preface to Poem: My Hodge Podge Genepool, i.e., "hodge podge" From the Early French ' hochepot '  - " mixed stew ".  Ironically, one line being French Huguenot, ibid, et cetera, et al, "Pennsyvania Dutch", German, French, English, Dutch, Scotch, Butterscotch,...
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Mar.01.2013
  Dancing on lights /  In twirls and whirls /  I saw you in a dream /  In your flapper's dress /  With Valentino /    You were such a stir /  In twirlings and whirlings, Across hard, sparkling ballroom floors, Encore amid the scores And music wisps, You...
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Mar.01.2013
... I held Time /   Around her waist / - How sweet and fleetingly /  With dance steps on feet /   And toesmithing from arrogance / To enlightenment To lights out in three easy paces - In three easy Seasons,   Wishing not to face the fourth, Of growing older...
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Feb.28.2013
... On the front porch  /  When first i noticed him, /    On his side, curled up /  And moist from dew /  And dressed in black /  With startlingly yellow, /  A patch across his upper back. Dead,I thought. But, oh how intricateAnd beautiful his design,And as i...
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Feb.27.2013
The last Passenger Pigeon /  Died alone in 1914 /  At the Cincinnati Zoo. /    The only one left and lonely /    Of the once many millions, Spread out majestic and splendorous Across America’s mid and prairied west,   That with her death, Last soft breath, Lifted...
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Feb.24.2013
Mrs. America 1865   All the sons /  We never had /  Fell into /    The mud and blood /  Of the Civil War.   For into the soil And still they toil To fill the branches Green, each Spring On Dogwood and Magnolia When the Easterbells ring.   http://jay-licata....
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Feb.24.2013
A Troubadour's Poem of Lincoln: An Ode To The Men of The Civil War ... With blooms of childhood /  Still upon their crest /  We sent the young /  We sent the best /  Into the howling mouth /  Of the Civil War.   We sent the beautiful And sent the brave In wave after...
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Feb.23.2013
The fledgling dibble danced /  Across warm rocks and road /  In front of your castle, /  Betwixt the rumbling carriages, /  In the late afternoon And I thought I heard you call From Edinburgh For me to watch over This jump skipping bit of life   And as this wee bird Crossed...
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Feb.22.2013
Sea sculpted /  For eons and epochs /  Millenniums and light years, /  Centuries of beads /  On necklaces of time /  This gemstone rock /  On the beach of California   Came to be   With synchronicity,   Rhythmically carved,  ...
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Feb.18.2013
Waiting for Lenore, There is ice / On the widow's walk / Not far from shore /     Looking out onto the sea / For that proverbial ship to come, Pacing and glancing seaward, First glimpse, she brings / Warmth to me.   For it has been cold On the widow’s walk With metaphor For voyages...
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