Best Manikin Poems

So many manikins
In the store windows
Dressed in fashion clothes
What  does happen at night? 
When no one is around? 
I ponder this question

Do they come...

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A tale of greed, power, 
deception, discrimination and 
love. 

Miller, daughter, king—
All the actors are present
Except the small man. 

The king summons the miller 
for...

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WRAPPING IT IN PURPLE
-For Prince

Black onyx handsome, 
Small is beautiful, 
Soft campy creature, 
Definite in feature, 
All chiseled, boned, 
Talents honed,  
And used for...

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Long deceased actors
‘play-acting
On an unobserved TV
set
blaring from a
vacant living room.
In the kitchen a
widower
tends eggs
splattering in a
pan.
Then came a loud
interjection
from the room
beyond, “Hey,
Stella!!”
sending through him
a trembling...

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My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was...

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A Jim-Jam Mickey-Mouse Poem

I think that you might never see
A poem as weird as this might be
For I’ll use luscious words
That otherwise might sound absurd
This...

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Waiting. The minutes groan arduously.
Somehow, perhaps – my heart fails to beat
with the rush of your momentary attention.
Perched precariously on spikes
Flesh colored, yet artificial –...

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A few months ago I went by the 
cemetery where you lay
I have been meaning to stop in 
but you know how life gets.

It was...

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I cant seem to find the happy
antedote to cool my negative
consequences--- malignant non standards
freud pennance desires to capitulate-re
the never  know   mores ...

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Like an intimate massage,
our lips embrace in a kiss.
And in that perfect moment,
two hearts experience bliss.

Love grows exponentially,
getting stronger with each day.
For once rooted in...

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She seemed to be like a delicate portrait
   which had fallen from its gilded frame 
Abandoned, lying face down on the cold winter...

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She seemed to be like a portrait...
   which had fallen from its gilded frame
Abandoned...
   Lying face down on the empty, cold...

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A Moon Manikin 

A moon manikin;
Yellow and round as ever
And I so clever.

Ho, ho.

In reference to Moon over Poet Destroyer,
not Miami.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and...

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The Green Silk Dress
Eons back in time, was a tall maiden fair
A long pair of legs and equally long blond hair.
A green silk dress, she...

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after the dance we opened the doors 
dampness surrounded this place maroon drapes 
paisley patterns blinded my emotions license plates 
of james dean covered the...

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