John Ackerman Poems

Hands Unified

This morning my clock gasps
next to my darkened temple, like
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squeezing against my chest
my arms restrain to my sides
my hands pressing against my flesh
my eyes wide but i see nothing
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From Circus To Taffy

carbon copy...
circus to taffy,
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From Santa To Reagan
The Culture Of Life (From Santa To Reagan)
I'm not ready for a full plate of spaghetti some sort of Ragu
there is a tale beneath the hostile escape of a winner turned fool
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your poem throws me right into a nostalgia for it. The title of the poem alone captivates the reader and by the time one reaches the end of your beautiful verse, one feels the prairie in one's pocket. Simple down-to-earth images of "turkey", "rusty plumes" and "that other earth" in the poet's mind are not only powerful, but add a sense of humor, including that of carrying the earth in your pocket, which is part of your mindset. In fact, the poem does not only seed the earth inside the poet's mind, but, indeed, in the minds of his readership. Which is what a great poem does. The poet's exceptional craftsman is attributable to the subtlety, simplicity and imagery which make the verse flow and speak for itself:
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there she was lying on the sofa,
in place of Carbon photo
love immeasurably hit the scales from my eyes
in the middle of the room...,
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way to go swing doesn't mean a thing stand in one accord to the death door swing
pillars with unusual boundaries having a vain oblation seeing kissing cousins
peal off the notice we curse to braided covers to nurse on each other
we see visions through neck bones the notion of death bowl rings
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masturbation
cleared from ex- communication
why are you faking
through crimsome torches that flame from within
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in the dark...

below the huskie wee wee..the doggy wee wee,
use me above the known see the humble
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SHAPED BACK A DREAM TO FILL MY SOUL RESCUE ME BEFORE A FOLD
BOBBy DARIN IS WHA'S MAYBE SCARIN BUT IM STILL STARIN
WHAT GOOD BURNIN CAUSE TO WANT YOU BACK FROM THE SOFA SPENT
WALK WITH ME DEEP BELOW THE BREEZE THERE i FLIRT WITH THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT
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