Long Barrettes Poems

Back in 1957 
kissing Carol Ann 
behind the barn 
in the middle of 
a windswept field 
of Goldenrod 
with a sudden deer 
watching was 
something special, 
let me tell you. 
Back then, bobby sox 
and...

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Earlier today April 4th, 2022,
which supersedes bald faced headlines 
pointing finger and 
Putin blame for Bucha killings
squarely on head & shoulders
of Russian autocrat, née
yours truly lathered 
his hirsute higglety-pigglety 
thinning oily tresses. 

Hark….the herald angels...

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January 24th, 2023 Hair washing heralds huge happening

Hark….the herald angels sing, and twitter 
for mass communication 
mediums stop the presses 
when I, a regular schlemiel 
take shampoo to mine matted mass mop 
(no less than...

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It was old fashioned shopping,....floors were warm planks of wood
Where footsteps sounded hallow, and the walls were lined with goods
A “5 and 10” cent heaven, … was the friendly Woolworth's Store
One would always be surprised,...

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The cracker crisp Maine air 
rang with the rooster’s revel.
Moving day, time to clean the hens shed.
Monstrous three story hatchery,
thousands of burnt umber; beauties a laying.

Lace edged bobby socks, red Keds, barrettes, T-shirt and short;
and...

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I want to attach stuff to the ceiling of my house.
The house is full, the walls are saturated. The ceiling is blah.
All white, boring, basic, not quite clean, but bland.
The tables are cluttered, no one...

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I went to kindergarten like any other day, excited to get home to my baby doll who was my best friend. 
Tear laden from nights I got in trouble, quick to laugh when I thought...

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Another Easter spent
feasting on Jelly Bean Martinis,
sculpting butter lambs
with Nana’s mastiff Escort
snoring by tabletop fire.

Aunt Bea smoked lemongrass,
shading wooden eggs 
with Dappled Willow shrubs.

A whimsical Slovakian cousin
suggested we whip each other with willow rods,
sprinkle ice-choked...

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A is for Aprons, like Moms used to wear.
B is for Barrettes that adorn young girls’ hair.

C is for Coats, many colors and styles.
D is for Diamonds, best friends that brings smiles.

E is for Elbow...

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The cracker crisp Maine air 
rang with the rooster’s revel.
Moving day, time to clean the hens shed.
Monstrous three story hatchery,
thousands of burnt umber; beauties a laying.

Lace edged, bobby socks, red Keds, 
barrettes, T-shirt and shorts;
and...

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The cracker crisp Maine air 
rang with the rooster’s revel.
Moving day, time to clean the hens shed.
Monstrous three story hatchery,
thousands of burnt umber; beauties a laying.

Lace edged bobby socks, red Keds, barrettes, T-shirt and short;
and...

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Dainty, Black Pasha of Egypt, diamonds sitting solitaire, set in rose gold, barrettes swinging from my daughter’s hair, she’s a Decillionaire, outside of God, her worth, nothing else could possibly compare, an isthmus, no an...

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A Girls Night Out


They were there, the girls,
each attired in appropriate finery,
clashing generational coifs,

varied displays of fine jewelry,
diamonds, gold bracelets, barrettes,
classic stiletto heels, sparkling sneakers

and a well worn, sensible black shoe.
Four beautiful women going out
and...

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Still hallowed is the well, and so they pray,
offer: prayer cards, candles, and bitty photos
of children to come and those now unmade,
each woman rife with grief in longing’s throes.

The sound of stream shakes beneath their...

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It's 4:07 a.m.
This week I have had a virus, two asthma episodes, a biopsy, and I have traveled over 600 miles to see 6 grandchildren who got strep throat before my return.
I have been playing...

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One has a sleeping bag
One a knit hat
in pink with a pearly
heart button at that
One loves her poetry
One loves to sing
She hums with maturity
whispered age brings
Both love to dance
(they sure do love to dance)
They hold...

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Vivacious children, drama Queens and Kings 
wearing mother rags and big old father hats 
One held a pot with a silver spoon for bang  
the other held an old guitar bereft of strings

Gathering their...

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I was not the outgoing one.
That was Shelly.
I was not the perky one.
That was Sheila.
I was not a 60”s diva.
That was Shirley.

They were the ‘It’ Girls.
I was THAT other one. 
The one who wore matching...

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