Marshall E Gass Poems

In the stillness of simplicity your heart still beats.
If you listen carefully you can hear the muscles moving
and the blood coursing through your veins
even getting past the rich waterfalls that journey
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Housed in a walking stick
the King stuck a feather duster at the top
fancied his fourth wife and tickled his fifth.
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The national pride is nullified by the constant buzz of shores
being broken down and beaten with patrol boats
scouring the waves for lame boats carrying
malnourished passengers to a land of plenty.
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As subtle as it may seem I frighten at the pause inflicted
when standing before a knowing crowd
to speak up and be heard.
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Often I struggle to keep the ideas from bursting
out of the page and consuming me
like a jellybean, sweet and delicious with a nice tangy taste
and vanilla smell and sweetness
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Swamp Tigers

No matter the monsoon rains that swished the tall grass
In the rivers journey downstream through
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Grey blue asterisks against a wet valley of hills
clutching boulders for breasts
crags and crannies filled
with luscious flower bursting in bloom
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Around a big glass table reflecting chandeliers
suits, oxford knotted ties, long tongues gathered
to move an anti-aircraft division across the western border
straddling two different opinions.
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The embers blushed before the caressing eyes
of my new lover reaching out to snuggle against
the flickering light of welcoming warmth
naked and close
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Just after the ebb and flow
of staying locked for a lifetime
in an earthly connection
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