Babushka Poems - Poems about Babushka

...I sat today, thinking of you. So, I thought selflessly. It was a disgusting day too. The dogs bayed helplessly At the mountain of fog. The tall clouds unburdened Into filthy manholes. It rai......

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...Try not to notice the stand-out babushka I was told. I immediately whipped my face around, so big and bold. She was really something with kerchief of green and gold. I said not to look! Said my fr......

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...White, blue and red With you in life I wed Babushka you may not like Moya supraga I will surely like.......

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...The Matryoshka marriage bound with plush roses and spiced tulips. Bride’s xanthous babushka, face-crowned in Matryoshka marriage bound. The groom peacocks with lively sound - a bottl......

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...Wanted to write a Chastushka But Christmas snow dampened my hair So I took out my babushka And said, “Let it snow, I don’t care!” * December 18, 2020 For Andrea’s Chastushka Contest......

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...AntiPoem 4 “Santo and Johnny” (Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading) Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass Just oozing out their mel......

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...Irene....My Mother and I. I cannot believe I am her daughter! She always dressed in the very best taste. Very little jewelry, conservative dresses, no slacks, are you kidding? A white-gloved p......

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...Another loss. It's hard to explain, it just feels like an empty pit in my stomach where a smile once so easily crossed my lips. A lady I once called “Babushka” was laid to rest after struggling ......

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...THE HANDKERCHIEF heavy babushka wrought with widow’s drawn out tears a brief lover’s note 6/28/2017 haiku form......

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...About an hour later she slipped Yuri Andropov into the conversation: *“I have to drop off a blouse at the dry cleaners.”* Suddenly it was May Day & I’m back in Red Square, Dwarfed beneath larger......

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...Oh beautiful Gypsy, I see you there, in amber campfire mist. On the banks of a crystalline pool, a bronze skinned lovely moving with intoxicating rhythm to the strum of guitars. Sable eyes, gleami......

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...Babushka The whole village busy looking at the new star *Babushka busy cleaning her house entire So busy to tidy her house failed to hear The sounds of the drums and pipes She missed ev......

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...Nineteen twenty-four and the wind was cold, When men in uniform entered our town; Forced us to leave in their boxcars, Made us believe that it was for our own safety. With no time to fix our things ......

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...A horde of weary eyes at the false fountain of youth in demo against the fading of the majestic night; their hushed voice vibrates against my seat, as I enjoy the skyline while the silver moon......

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...Over a bottle of Stolichnaya vodka And slices of kalbasa…. and cold breeze Of first September, you proudly spoke to me Of Lenin; we sat beneath the apple tree. I disagreed not, with your thou......

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