Best Dollies Poems

A violent scene lay before me
Huddled in death, there’s Ella, Mary-belle, everywhere I could see
Swollen tongues, sunken eyes, frail bodies strewn in the hot powdery...

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When Angie was a little girl, so cute and very sweet,
She tried to talk with strangers and wander in the street.
She loved to play with...

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In my grandpa’s field I stand midst rows of grain
 whose gray-green blades stir softly in the moaning wind.
A night chill permeates my skin.
I look...

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Welcome September with a brand new moon
New and exciting beginnings occur
Planting new seeds to fulfill new fruit soon
Falling in love with  autumn cool breeze...

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Tea Party For Four

Two girls partake of afternoon tea
Under willow trees and pleasant weather 
Dolly’s join them, splendid gowns, sentry ready
Social graces with porcelain clean...

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Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh!
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule, there must...

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Lying still on the class room floor,
brown paper for a bottom sheet.
All the children were gathered round
and my outline was complete.

A cookie cutter girl was...

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living with a ghost is easy
sometimes scary
       a bit hard on the nerves
      ...

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They are like two beam lights that claim the stage 
on a hot summer eve in the middle of a makeshift 
floor parkette made of...

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I am playing with my dollies
And my princess pram all pink
I'm nearly 5
A big girl now
No more nappies
Or plastic pants
I think

I outgrew the potty
When I...

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Written by Gail DeBole

Pink polka-dotted skin stretching body-wide.
Bulges interrupting other-wise peaceful areas.
Spots of lotion and cherry-flavored tongue 
Comforting misery.

Across the room, stacked in safety;
Precious dollies...

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There is an echoing whispering amongst the trees,
A deadly chanting’s whistling, of disembodied voices
Calling upon the living to beware, for you are entering
A no man’s...

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Bring out the red balloons
and the dancing baboons
get that water slide ready
‘n’ where’s Tim’s old teddy
someone turn the music up
who pissed in my tea cup!
put...

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this sweet sixteen self should not dare sail  away from the safe habour 
no matter how sweet-talking boys are or archaic parents sound
it has...

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’Twas the day after Christmas and all through our split-level
Were the signs and the debris of our Christmasy revel;
The tree and the lights that we’d...

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