Best Babushka Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 HANDKERCHIEF

heavy babushka
wrought with widow’s drawn out tears 
a brief lover’s note

6/28/2017
haiku form...

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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...

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The Butterfly


O butterfly, o butterfly
how and by whom did you come by
your name? Theories abound yet all
ring hollow and improbable.
Least credible, if not absurd,
it’s based...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 bottle dance with skillful...

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