Long Bibs Poems

Everybody moved out of the country to get a taste of the shining city
Ripe banana, ripe plums, are perishing in Uncle Sam’s broiling sun
I cannot stand the scorching heat that is swelling up from the...

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The year ends on saddest notes
of crying, dying babies in Palestine 
and obstructed efforts 
to throw them a lifeline 

They ought to have long halted
this ethnic cleansing 
of the indigenous inhabitants
Stop the cruel bombardment
of their...

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EMPTY PEWS
These seats have stories and if they could talk
You would hear of the lives that many people walk
The church filled on each weekly Sunday morn
With families and neighbors and hearts that are torn
They will...

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There was something spectacular
about a winter, long and hard,
on the Miles River.
Some days will never be the same.

Greying skies, heavy hung
with crystal burdens
of the wind, and air. Twenty above,
after sunset, zero.

And the snow was the...

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Remembering Mrs. Sully always makes my face break out into smiling mode.
Her face was as craggy as a grave, there was an aluminum tooth on the left.
When she smiled, it gleamed with pure happiness, making...

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Flaming steaks and ice cold drinks
you thought good food had become extinct
until you ate here and gave us a nod and a wink.

Appetizers galore with soft stringy cheese sticks, artichoke hearts deep fried
with a taste...

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I am taking care of my 11-month-old grandson. I love every-minute and he's stolen my heart. I've seen the growth within him with lots of love and affection he gets. He is crawling and into...

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as I was sitting and about to write a friend of my came to see and say, I was reading your letter, poems, song, stories and I wonder why each time the writer change. and...

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It's sad to say but we're pathetic today; cuz we're 
childishly crying at the crib 
We're screaming, and shouting and drooling at the mouth. 
I swear we all need bibs. 
Tear stained faces contorted and...

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Now, ol’ Twister Tom he was quite a cowboy find—
A real rock hard cowpoke, though the question begged—
Some say that he was a legend in his own mind,
He’d a been six foot six if he...

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I can’t tell you how it all started,
That night when manic moon 
Probed and punctured the pall.
I awoke hurtling through space,
Somewhere between ideation and shellshock,
Somewhere between vertigo and inchoate phrases.

I remember redundant circularity,
Premises tumbled into...

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Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)

A lavatory confinement
my$h!tdontstinkcomode.com
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If you want to moderate this place, pick up the pace
From the mouth down to the @$$
Your so called kind has no class,
Fed by these political rejects, never...

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Now the wedding had drawn to a close the ceremony past
We found ourselves together and thankfully alone at last

We packed our bibs and bobs into suitcases very quickly
Rushed straight out the door though I felt...

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Words are arbitrary,
Who says that is a W?
But who NAMED it?
Could not a W have been written as a Y?
Once upon a time, when someone created an alphabet?
Could not a 7 have been an S?
Liberating...

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        this fool                         ...

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once …

there - with trunks of monkey’s meth
there grew a breadth of bunky breaths
deplored by dreaded, drunky deaths
to calm their chemic coggers 
the fame of phlegmic foggers

so deep and dark those dribble bibs
didst dig their...

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Kittens In The Barn

He stops and removes his boots before opening the door.  He enters the kitchen and smells the familiar aroma of morning coffee.

"Breakfast's ready, have a seat.  How're the kittens" his...

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Sworn to secrecy, she told me it had been a long time..
as we sat swinging in a hammock in the late day sun.

'What., are you sayin' you never did it?'

I thought what my mom would...

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That one's clock just winds down is my vote for time's end,
Though to run out your clock sounds like you have a choice,
Or that ego's involved, judgment's rushed, Grace came late.
But time's arrow is no...

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I. 
"Hold the tomato over the flame, 
by piercing it with a fork 
the skin will blister and peal right off." 
Mortadella musk permeates Hector Boiardi’s basement, 
bolognese sauce over ragù with a slight tin...

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Princess Martina Matilda Marianna Mouse,
held the most wondrous parties in any house;
with the finest imported Cheshire and Brie,
served up with green olives and black tea.

In her finest satins and imported lace,
this fair princess with a...

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Our First Baby

I look in the mirror, who have I become?
The woman I was, shall soon be a Mum.
My figure so round, so awkward, deprived,
But the little one inside keeps my confidence alive.

I worry so...

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I could lie twas Salma
Who made I edit my note
A love note it was a rem1
Reminder with a Coordinate
Coordinates do come home
I pleaded heard turning into ice
Starlet breezing without a care
Re-ignited the flames of drama
Mtanga...

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She sits in her old four door car
Jittery as a stick shift
All day every day

An old fashion woman
Smoking a pack of Camels
With all the windows rolled up

Goldfish
Staring out
Blowing bubbles in her dirty bowl
To the trolling...

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The golden grain stretched out like sheets
upon the Kansas plain, like birthright,  innocent
behind the festered sun.
Some were unaware of upstarts 
in the rolling Minnesota countryside,
defiant to the blistering avalanche of corn.

There were the sidewise...

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