Long Booties Poems

A prawn masquerading as a peanut can be quite disturbing. So many times a peel is a garment used to shroud. A tentacle hidden. Here and there. Then to reappear with an often violent burst...

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Date  June 2024
A large group  picketed outside 
Of the toilet paper factory. 
People held picket
Signs marching in a circular line.
The Group chanted: 
Revolters deserve better bottom
Paper on this caper!  The group
Became bigger...

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_____Daddy Saved These______

It has been many moons since my 
Father passed.
Then came that day, I unearthed 
these lovely treasures Daddy had 
saved.

My very first pair of knitted
pink and white booties.
Add a first pair of soft,white
high...

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At the end of the world where the sea meets the sky,
there's a small strip of land where the mermaids lie.
Where they  chit and they chat, or play and have fun,
and top up their...

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Vibe-check, it’s Friday. Yay! A delightfully cool Friday at that! I’d like to thank the democratic party (which I’ve heard controls the weather now). Has the heat finally surrendered to the inevitable freshness of fall?
Can...

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Becoming, a translation from Rabindranath Tagore,
Still, halfhearted I see, for a blossoming may
I am an audacity, yet underneath in serenity, oddity
I shall be someday, grandiose, someone
I shall be, some day, like my father
My sibling, if...

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It begins with a chase, where I jump swerve and run
Always two steps ahead of my frustrated mum
I duck under the table and knock over chairs
rush down the hallway and dash up the stairs

When finally...

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Dragon is such an adorable and, yes, kindhearted, dear, little soul.
But he has a few, very, important lessons, that he has yet to learn.
Like what he can do to help our the birdies, we feed...

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I wrap myself 
in feather-boa-fantasies of his dreams
sinuous pinot-grigio-me; 
X-rated and never sated
dancing to rock ‘n roll— 80’s dated
...my floorshow our foreplay

welcome to the conjugal jungle 
of not-so-rusted lust
sixty-something-shapely...
25th anniversary groom croons naughty thoughts;
“you could...

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Our mother was the prettiest mom in the room. Creative, multi-talented, always doing much more than what was average. We never had a store bought dress and ours were gorgeous with ribbons, lace, and rickrack....

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The black dog stood out in contrast to the snow drift Arlis found her half buried in.Emaciated she was a light load as he hoisted her onto his shoulder.She appeared to be a Irish wolf...

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By Street Cries

The flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze
Flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world things get greeze

He grow...

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Darkness falls 
Here & everywhere –
Night falls 
Bats & owls rule in the darkness; 
When will dawn be born?
When will Soja-man count 
Counting the myriad of his booties 
On the wounds of my Africa?

When darkness...

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Enervated and energized after cold shower
the perfect tonic to gin body though o'clock
wee hours August thirty one two thousand
nineteen - natural buzz to stave off relished
sleep, thus refueled with zest able to chop
chop thru printed...

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I cradled his head in my arms and sang him a lullaby,
     cradling the  m o m e n t,
cherishing every second more,
       ...

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We sold our freedoms for Big Macs, big stacks of crack, and bottles of Jack
This mess is wack and in fact I'm totally done
Havin' fun with the lines I've spun
We want to sit here and...

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What will they do with Grandma?

What will they do with Grandma, now that she is old?
No longer able to fend for herself, by her home-help they've been told
She's always been there for her children but...

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I read a poem about
      a mother, a saintly mother,
      who, with knotted and veined
      hands, crocheted blankets 
and booties...

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Cotton Bootie Enlistment
             by Odin Roark

How innocent the booties of birth
If only their cast remembrance
Might remain but nostalgia
 
Instead

Their bronze symbolism
Merely encases a...

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The fires of hell start to burn my skin
I never knew I had committed such a sin
My skin is leaking all over the bed
The arrows of 20 thousand Indians pierce my head
I’m burning up I...

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Classmates On The Floor With Vomit (Lucy In The Sky)

Picture yourself on the floor with your liquor,
With strippers abundant surrounded by thighs,
 Quickly you feel like a rockstar on Christmas
With whiskey tic-tac’s and floating red...

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Breaking in to America on a Snowy Evening
Loch David Crane
Minuteman Civil Defense Corps member
May 2, 2006

Whose land this is I think I know–    
    America, where all things glow.
They...

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Guilty pleasures
has you on a Siberian Ferris wheel,
spinning rapidly
Gulag suicidal libido
urges you to cock the trigger and squeeze
Keep repeating the nightmare:
Six torture chambers
Six gas chambers
Six motel rooms
with five vacancies
It's your last chance to exit
this cursed...

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what I wouldnt do to get you in my clutches, crack a couple eggs, break my own legs to smoke a dutch with my duchess, through hazards ready to duke, Ill puke up a ruckus,...

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in her sleep she works
rustling in her lab coat & shaking tired in her
booties,
so as to not get the floor dirty---
the medical supplies she works on throughout the night shift
will one day help another stay...

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