Best Headdresses Poems

As the moon and sun share the fabric of a fading song of ancient blues
a ceremony of torch light identity ensues
chieftains in regalia of royal feather headdresses and mantles of warrior mania
approach the flagstaff that Clark and I stand under with a procession
of musicians clad...

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Acrobats in the center ring
Ballerina bears on balls and bicycles
Cavalcades of clowns with calliopes 
Dancing damsels in glittery corsets and tulle skirts
Elephants parade in wrinkled suits
Fire eaters flourish flames
Giants on stilts wave ribbons and flags
High wire artists risk their necks to amuse us
Impressive strongmen pull...

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A Pupil of Papua New Guinea 


I live in a village deep in the jungle 
And cross rivers on foot and by wooden boat
Westerns have come but have not taken our pride

Village men perform an ancient ritual,
 A tribal dance 
Honoring their ancestors and praying...

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Little Indian girls
with their wild dark braids
running barefoot
whisper in the wind
a call to their wild horses
untamable as a true
Indian brave is
feathers of red and yellow
make up their headdresses
as they gallop into the silent arms of the forest
depths
chanting their tribal commands
for the race has begun
first one...

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A myth and a fable can be found on a table. When an old man does look in an ancient book. Dragons and periodic charts do not mix. But historical inaccuracies a horse with wings can fix. Flee flee flee little mice. For that watering...

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Visions


The trail failed into a single wavy vision,
Sideswiped by jingles racing faster than us.
Shortly ahead were cut-out caves.
We rested.
Closed our red puffed eyes.
Dreamed of what might be real.
Scintilating. glistening silver-toned baubles.
In our hands, bunches of orange daisies--
Wilted, dried and breaking off petals onto ivory toned...

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Steep-roofed great oak doors sheen of sheilds
Deep tombs stones shrines honoured dead
distant past creaking of rafters carved red oak
Stones in a mysterious rivers course.............
 the rush of life whirl past ancient ships
Rams skull masks crescent moons..........
deep three beat rythum of skin drums..........
 The raging seas...

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Blue bird,pink bird,orange bird,black bird. Wow. A beak festival. No headdresses required. Just peck peck peck. Now that is remarkable particularly when in such perfected rhythm. Thrusting throwing thieving taking telling. And a bowl of grain giggling to a floor. "I contain" said the bowl....

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The night started out as a gift, a fable
with doves blooming white and alive in the air
The top of the tent open wide to enable
freedom of wingspan exploded and bare
Elephant troops with red sequin blankets
sauntering out past the blind ticket taker
Lions with whips in the...

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The world was a cold place
in the time of hats.
The past, and would be present place
a cold place.

Fedoras, Stetsons, and Stovepipe hats
Scottish Tam o’shanters, Raccoon caps
and feathered headdresses, 
lay upon the pate of man.

The world was a cold place,
small critters fled from the trappers lures.
Beaver...

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As dusk settled to star-filled night, they finally came.
Amongst the burning huts, he knelt before the two Gods,
their bright white skin flickering red anger within the light of the fire.
One stood with turtle shell gleaming silver against the darkening sky,
the other, in white covering, holding...

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I wear your love like a garment, like a sheet it covers me.
It drapes over my shoulders and wraps around my waist.
It blankets my heart.
As natives wear headdresses and tribesmen wear beads, identifying their clan, 
I wear your love and it claims me.
It names me...

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Jingaling sticks, headdresses bright
Like full-bellied lightning bugs
They shook with flight...

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Tall red and pink-tipped spears reach for the nothing-at-all blue sky, all washed out with sunshine. The tight wrapped buds of the hollyhocks are too high for us to reach, but Imogen can. You and I wait for her to bring them down. Here behind...

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