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Poems
by Terry Brinkman

 

 

 

Old Jack Priest

 

Old fogies Jack priest COVID cold sea eyes

Blooded guts gemmed fingers

Eyes Light from the snot green ghost candle

She said over her shoulder, with her face- mask a-jar

Bulldog Mack marks her words

Cowboy’s bull by her horns

Gruff squires and Indians in house lock-down

Pigeon house at Porters corner hospital

Thick plotting Ash plant dying line

 

 

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Weather Permitting

 

Norris to Canyon

Start your trip

In touch with wilderness

Road schedule

Norris to Canyon

Are you ready?

Road schedule

Bison eat Grasses

Lodging

Eroded the weakened

Above or under ground

Visit Yellowstone

Hike on a trail

Weather permitting

 

 

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Sleepy Whale 258

 

Accompanied his erroneously silent

Frequentative derived from literature

Imaginary pleasures, of real life

Found their glossary solution

Repeated reading, potential poet

Certain classical passages

First piece, City Weekly newspaper

Topical South King Street

Personal Christmas, Pantomime

Sixth scene song, supervision

Municipal local interest

 

 

 

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Hyperandrogenous

 

To enter or not too

Saloon Chalk scrolled Dining room

Alabaster dark Bride runner and fair Groom

Ministers Toad’s belly running Kazoo

Other father’s well-to-do

Runners Wedding will be close to noon

Honeymoon on the moon

Red labeled Gin cash bar taboo

Temporary insanity to run the course

Win or lose endless pint drunk

I’m like a burr in the mane of a horse

Long legged silk stockings runner’s Monk

Drink like the devils after decision divorce

Limp as a sleeping Skunk

 

 

 

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Sonnet CXXXXVI

 

Poet chap’s music

Cat beyond a dog’s jump

Wide brim Hat slump

Moon looking limerick

Poem for love-sick

Keep off the stump

Kiss the rump

Night clouds hick

Frightfully clever

Mad-house brain

Beseeching sever

Dark woman champagne

Lady love forever

When you fail try again

 

 

 

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To Paint Her

 

She stands in a turn

The beads are falling from my face

Her dark wine perfume fills the place

Can’t stop, my hand begins to burn

This will be my sojourn

I won’t lose this race

Her wet sand skin like lace

Her heart will I earn

With each stroke of paint I glorify

As I complete we agree

With the strokes I amplify

The backdrop like a raging sea

The oil begins to dry

Now her and me two cups of coffee

 

 

 

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Sleepy Whale #103

 

A Paper-shuttlecock on the door step

Crown standing by last bottle

She heaves her booty

Brandy child swaying her lamp

Drunken tugs askew

Peaked coup and hobbles off

At the corner

Navy gripes with both hands

Watcher two in shoulder caps

A woman screams

A plate crashes

Staff-holsters loom tall

 

 

 

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Sleepy Whale 318

 

Model farm frost bound poker playing fumigant

Forcing the case of profound pity

Drawn Innis killings polo limit

Double envelopes sheepskin ear flaps

Escutcheon garnished sable

She eulogies glowingly

Insulting to any lady

Cat-o-nine-tails horse whippy

Chastise her she squirms’

Unbuttoning her gauntlet

Violently

Oaths of a man

Child roar mutter cease

 

 

 

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Sleepy Whale 400

 

Toppling masonry Brick

My Moon and her Sun

Snot green Skeleton

Merlot bottle candle-stick

Lady’s time’s lost Arsenic

Subsolar lost simpleton

Sabastian’s beyond the dog’s reach, phenomenon

Good for nothing arithmetic

Smoking pot she’s very high

Tin crystal Palace

Mottle affairs horrify

Hubbub noisy Alice

Bitter-milk Pie

Drink blood from chalice

 

 

 

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Sonnet CLI

 

Scaffold high

Mug of beer

Loud roar atmosphere

Secret panel Bar-fly

Screech-owls cry

Bullock-be-friending Auctioneer

Pyridine pomelos cheer

Sad anemones lie

Noble Lord Embrace

Limp as a wet rag

Brass polished base

Jerry Maundering bag

Old lacy face

Gloaming grey Nag

 

 

 

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