Long Babs Poems

Dos Cabezas Getaway     

Coming of age film about Boy Baby Wally found wrapped in a 1943 issue of "Farm Implement" magazine abandoned screaming in a Last Chance gas station toilet on...

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Now pick apart
My S E X U A L I T Y
and tell me these traits
That must define me.
From my heads to my tippy toes
Am I more man or Mo?
Dont hesitate 
While you emasculate
They must...

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It is the third of June at San Quentin in 1955.
A death row inmate will soon no longer be alive.
She has been dubbed “Bloody Babs” by the local press.
Barbara Graham is a convicted murderess.
For killing...

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A little bit of hash ain't no trash

Mother needs that little yellow pill to keep her still

L. S.D it just doesn’t agree

Father works so hard, I find it sad

Purple Heart, not a bad start

Sister’s going...

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Whispering winds of winter woe,
icy branches bend and bow,
catfish cradled in the mud,
winter waters slow their blood.

Scampering squirrels, fat & fluffed,
chasing, leaping, playing rough,
the birds are bent on staying warm,
surround the suet in a swarm.

Babs...

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Xmas 2021

Santa finally made bail and set himself free,
then went to get Rudolph from a zoo in D.C.
They found Dasher downtown passed out in a pub,
Dancer on the back nine at a local country club.
All...

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Swan-Bird; instruct me and pray ye swift
That I might show (Babs) as villainous
For he forced Father's self-abolishment to his beloved gift
Thrice- as insect- my revenge has proven venomous
So out of the sea- my flight becomes...

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I saw a family of killer whales
In the Irish Sea 
South-East of Wales .
With radar fins and splashing tails 
   Giant masters of the sea .

Free Willie's dream was Hollywood
He made a splash
And...

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your voice now silent
never to see you smile again

you left us heartbroken
unprepared
shocked to silence

we remember
your laughter and your
“I can go on attitude”
never complaining
just being you
even when fighting
this battle

we'll never know why
you had to leave us...

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Verbicide is sometimes committed in my works

Those works could be perdures forever
                       ...

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I met Lydia when I needed a friend
She was always quiet, and hid under the bed
 I learned how to watch what would happen from her.

I was always happy to see a familiar face
Coming through...

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