Long Brooches Poems

 "she carved her own road . . . "

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Ah Consuela! Invoking vast vistas for visions of green Spanish eyes,
I discern them again where she left me back then,
                 as we kissed when she parted, my friend.
Through those ruins I tread towards the footlights,...

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I opened the rusted iron gateway
bound in chain and wire, to find a landing
caked in muddied footprints, scattered about like roaches
Magpie shadows course the rain soaked streets
and puddle patterns reflect temptation as light flickers
from second...

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Shadowed in the silent room, the daylight's nearly gone
Dusk climbs in through window glass, with one last ray of sun
I start the task, climb on a chair, reach up to shelves so high
to mother's boxes...

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My mother was beautiful when I was young.
In pictures she wore pearls.
I remember her putting on sky-blue eye shadow,
Even her eyebrows beautiful,
like the Arc de Triumphe.
And her ruby brooches,
And her stain glass blouses, rhinestones glinting...

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I spent my day shopping for rubies,
But couldn’t decide on the best,
Some were quite shiny and sparkly,
But shapes nice on some of the rest.

Some of them lined up on brooches,
While others in gold plated rings,
And...

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I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, come to me…

Whisper to me your longings, 
and I shall tickle your ear with my saccharine breath.
I shall take you to places 
where only gods and goddesses roam.

Aware...

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I need to win the Powerball
For my house is getting small
It's not exactly what I prefer
It's just the size of my elephant herd

Ceramic, glass, plaster and wood
Plush, wax, cloth and plastic
The number of my herd...

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A face presses up to a store window display
of an angel in ermine
with arms bangled and boots thigh high.
Mannikin thighs harder than the fake tree
in the corner festooned with popcorn ...
stale now in the airless...

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9/14/17


Televisions getting muted
Signals getting lost or boosted

Meanwhile people hooted
Brooded and continually feuded

Was not one to make my drinks diluted
Made me snooze quick or feel rebooted

Having solutions
Handling problems without saying "Houston"

Already proven
Am only human
Not trying to...

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WINTER    SOLSTICE  AT  NEW  GRANGE

Sun seems to have gone away -
Light bonfires!  Pray she will return!
Our calls to her rise with the burn: 
Winter   solstice ...

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Holiday season
Shopping spree;
Downtown bazaar

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Easy atmosphere
All sorts of stuff;
Bargains galore

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Table stalls cluster
Mini display items;
Souvenir trinkets

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Crowded commotion
Zesty curiosity;
Sellers and buyers

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Tucked in a corner
Custom-made brooches;
Artistic flair revealed

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Flea market bazaar
Noisy excavations;
Happy discoveries

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Vendors preside
Over special goods;
Come buy, come buy

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Business pulse...

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It is a shame to have money and never enjoy it
It is disappointing to have power and never use it
It is pain to have people and never feel loved
It vanity to have the world and...

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stuck between smoke stack volumes
in alphabetical order
woven metal bodies
straight lines leaving little to the imagination

some big, some small
from exhausted paint rollers
leaving their mark
just outside of the jewelry store

crushed cigarette butts on the ground
falling between the...

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Beaches are where breaches adorn like brooches
Waves curl up to breach the surface of sea,
Then break, plunging headstrong to broach on shore.
Wales and dolphins breach off the beach with spit and spurt.
Crabs and worms breach...

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A damsel longed for a knight
a man to fight to fight for her causes
with whom she could love and unite

To be with for eternity
to kiss him under the arches
a damsel longed for a knight

A fine...

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I have a collection of antique things;
antique brooches, hair pins, and necklaces; 
I love the charm and enchantment each brings _
My captivation has a recklessness !
Oh, I love the lure, the pull, the quest,
and...

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Wayward stars seduce
with a wink and spumante brooch
enticing us to come in for a closer look..
to frolic in inter-dimensional playpens
swap stories of peace and plagues 
love -lust and rage 
war cities and cool glades...
the lost...

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