Long Putter Poems

Road Trip

The country, people, and the village,
All equal, as if, for the first time, 
All of that gave a fresher image,
Nay, 'tis but a relative vantage.
Save fresh road, to its left bears a sign.

"A few...

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The country, people, and the village,
All equal, as if, for the first time, 
All of that gave a fresher image,
Nay, 'tis but a relative vantage.
Save fresh road, to its left bears a sign.

"A few more...

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Coffee or tea?

Fragmented frogs frolicking fruitlessly freeing flavoursome fairy freckles,
But what of the speckled hound in the bin?
Well he growled,
He snarled,
The sole paw pilot pivoting,
How interesting was it to note though that the frogs although...

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Together we are like crisp morning snow and dry sooty oil poured onto the ground in our different ways. I putter around the home like puppy dog waiting for his next meal and she toils...

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It was in the mists of morning, beneath the rising morning sun,
We had come to conquer Ft. Langley, It was me and Al and John.
We had all teed off quite nicely, on number one I...

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Deft "star student" and beloved dynamic daughter upon her twenty fourth birthday

I suppose... see:)?

twas approximately early/mid March
nineteen ninety six begat your fate
obstetrics and gynecology specialist(s)
signalled impending birth (due) date

about nine months later
December twenty second, and...

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A post from the past.....just trying to put down all the ones I have written but deleted when I left the site for a while......this is almost too long, but I couldn't find which animal...

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The best love affair of my life
Was the time I spent with another man’s wife
You would be surprised to know it
For I never involved in flirting – never a bit
She isn’t my aunt , my...

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Nationwide Insurance twas on my side yay
cuz, earlier this July forth
     two thousand eighteen ja way
windows closed, doors locked, and

     car keys visibly splayed
   ...

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When I grow old
My body not yet cold
But the brown of my eyes
Turns to gray

I will wear a large hat
When I patrol through
My garden and keep the 
Weeds at bay

I’ll have big pots of this
And...

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II

So then Lion played on
    (though his five iron was gone)

'Cause he had lost it in the 'attack',

              ...

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During election and after, buzzwords loud and clear, brags loud and clear,
the motherer lumps all milestone feats into his merits sphere,
as if to the national pantheon he had already drawn near.
Still one declarable thing we...

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the initial purport
     this literary effort delivered atchew
to reed constitutes hazmat tocks sin
     within White House blew
per, viz thee president be

     getting a...

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A Welsh New Year

The night's dark shadow 
creeps softly over the sky. 
Dark, soft fingers pull slowly at the light, 
fully engulfing it into it's dark mass. 
The wind whips off the sea.
Snatching and releasing,...

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Breathing the air of a fallen cloud,
The dust got stuck in the back of her throat,
Adelaine, whence have you come?
High up above from the stratosphere,
I saw you like a tear in the open sky,
Fiery clawed...

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The shaggy prophet scrambles up his pine soapbox
with purpose of penitence direct in words, begging
the Christmas crowd to open their glassy eyeballs
     away from the dance and clamor of control
sweeping the light away from every human...

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con't ---->


You... and me were just a tease
Feel like I'm playing a putter from the black tees,
It used to be easy, like hitting off a tee... 
Lust not love, we were deceived
That & my middle...

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An afternoon walk, soon after the storm, 
where skies had left a world forlorn
        An empty lot....I'd pass it by
        ...

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This is the saga of Veronica Vole
Who committed the perfect crime.
She murdered three lovers,
But not all at once,
She did 'em in one at a time.

The first was a lemur,
A two-timing schemer,
Who seduced all thirteen of...

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My Neck Is Red, My Arms Are Tan
By Rick Rucker

My neck is red, my arms are tan,
I was, not long ago, a working man,
I retired, some weeks ago,
The Sun comes up, I have no place...

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This is story which people will tell; 
They sat on shore for a short spell, 
And clamored; 
Were enamored, 
While they had counted each shell.

Jim Horn

Trump Appears To Be Showing Off

Trump appears again to show...

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You and Lori just couldn't
stand each other.
So,you came home,to be
with your mother.

You both have played me,
for a fool.
To do that to your mother,
just isn't cool.

You and Lori played both
ends against the middle.
To get releif,I had...

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Eureka, a thought, a pause, a word unwritten, floats above him
A sign to this gullible soul, a warning, depression may soon strike
The poet smiles inside, no buffoonery here, his fingers tensed, ready

Brain alert, hands freed...

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What a great day for golf in the middle of Fall,
feeling quite chipper I drew a smile on my ball.
My confidence rose as I stepped to the tee,
while I stared down the flag on this...

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Now was i talking about a gun
am i coaching a photographer
Am i offering a shot to a shot putter
am i gee-ing myself as i stand infront
of a mirrored glass pretence
i definitevly know what the means
Now...

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