Long Footsore Poems

Just in case you wondered...

Yours truly, (i.e. I) quickly
became hypnagogic afore
subsequently segueing soundly
into autohypnosis booklore,
while binge reading courtesy

regarding aptitude chore
treasure trove books galore
five dollars as many
paginated fictitious stories ('bout deplore
hubble basket cases) fit into authorized...

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GLIMPSE 

My heart a pouch of rich wine overlays yours
A drop of blood spilled over an arum lily
It waits with longing intense, retains no tears
As it remembers its cringes of final fear when it
Jumped into...

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LEST WE FORGET!


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Golda and Goofus.

or how a young Baer lost his luncheon and found that man need not live by bread alone.
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2200 E High Street
Pottstown, PA 19464

Upon making a purchase,
yours truly murmurs bonjour
to the man/woman clerk
manning cash register,
(perhaps another day)

maybe soon as tomorrow
January twenty four -
two thousand and twenty,
I will explore
Moonlight madness sale

fifty percent off all...

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Hunted
by Don Johnson
Brisbane-Australia
 On a bitter cold and moonless night, 
 there came a gentle knock at the door. 
Only half heard Joe did stir from sleep, alight, 
to meet a stranger exhausted and footsore....

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The gated wall they stood before 
No timber seemed  awake to them; 
no splinter stirred amidst the wood, 
the nails now rusty in their beds, 
where once brave Knights had deftly trod 
on mounted...

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Weighty words wasted on the east wind 
blowing down Dame Street 
they don’t heed or even hear them 
the footsore army of suits and students
the new Abraham or Jesus or Muhammad 
cries out 
but is...

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My Principal is forever ready to explore
New things from students who implore
And set a new goal for them to outscore
In their own life. He is ready to restore
Intellect and discipline in school therefore
Stands out and...

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Don't think I'm anybody special, now:
I'm just an old friend standing at your door.
They said your house was here, and being poor
Of treasure, tired and footsore, I asked how
You might be: Do you smile much,...

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Shadows lengthen, the landscape dims,
and all that was my rising sun
is drifting out beyond the rim
of life's elusive horizon.
So many times my footsore soul
has traveled following that light,
pursuing the ever moving goal
that sinks into a...

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