Long Uprights Poems

My palms would sweat. I’d get physically sick.
Why was I always the last one they’d pick?
There were times I would not be selected at all,
for a physical game, I was pretty darn small.

I watched as...

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The grandstand is gelid by a sharp wintry breeze
Carried off from the field are the last of dead leaves
The shrill of the whistle, muffled calls from the crowd
From the tunnel stampede, metal studs echo loud.
With...

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(On the Mother’s day)

Born out of my mother’s womb,
My hazed eyes of the present day
Converge the soft soil of this samsara
Feeling the amorous warmth 
Of illimitable and immeasurable
I'm quite conscious of. 

Grown up I'm 
In...

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I reminisce I miss
	remonstrate and misplace
		in search of my narrative
dust off the shelves
	smoothen around the edges
		align what seems meant to be

Carefree strong winds of sailing
	through the attic of past truths
		founded in a basement of sense
when...

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Honey Am Home!
At last, here I am, back to our nest, back to your arms!
Say, what have you prepared for dinner?
I wanted to eat a special dish
How about an Indian dish or even an Italian...

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Bribery sins…
.Spurns and prides are taking passes.
Passing balances all are cases and tasks.
Some retakes are warrants put.
Pick the tough ropes not only straws to last.
PINKO god-some will need the disciplines.
Doors to Eden just are door...

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TREE      HOUSE


My
Idea
A simple
Tree house
Kids wanted it so
I  built it,  hand-made
Stone-base to avoid wet-rot
Lower level a stage for kids’ shows
Uprights were his football  goal-posts
Imagined as the gun-deck of...

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Mr nobody-can-catch me; 
Many have passed to yonder by your rod of power, 
you have kept millions weeping and wailing
while you are wining and dining on their inheritance
just because you want to rule this this...

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Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 
For my life, it has died. 
For my life, it has died. 
Someone cry someone cry. 

My life was pretty, 
it was upright. 
She was the mother...

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Tridents at the battlement confer  
The majesty of uprights feeling proud
Will show the kind of Lilie's I'd prefer;
A showy, shiny, graceful, velvet shroud.

In all their glory, spanning out a clasp
Of well endowed positions each...

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Elderly woman uprights toppled potted plants. Small pots of mums, mini rose bush, geraniums tottering (ailing for the water she provides) on white stones beneath encrypted names. She knows none of the souls resting, yet...

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Villanelle: Only in democracies reigns surprise

Only in democracies reigns surprise
The majority cast their franchised rights
Elect CEOs who tell fat cat lies

In dictatorships the leader is wise
He elects himself and appoints his mites
Only in democracies reigns...

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Nobody ever sees a drop kick today.
The days of its popularity have gone away.
Look in the rule book; it’s still a legal play.
This is a move teams tend to avoid
since the ball took the shape...

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Stan even has a coloring book available on Amazon.com at https://www.amazon.com/Stan-Busy-Snail-Gail-DeBole/dp/B09MDVQLTR
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Poem written by Gail DeBole on 11/8/2015 and updated on 6/18/2018

Lying upside down
Unaware of upside down
A gust uprights Stan

Antenna Askew
Neck stretches to the heavens
The skew...

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