Long Celia Poems

We all think that when we were young 
The sun shone for 23 hours a day
Not altogether true
But it seems that way in hindsight
But things always look better looking back
They were more innocent times
More naïve...

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True Love Cento 

There must be a million ways 
To say I love you
But these words will suffice for now 
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:
If ever two were one, then...

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Bob. He is passive.
      He is not aggressive
      in any way, shape, or form
      whatsoever
     ...

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Snow drops cascading at my window
             
                ...

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George and his stupid acorns.
He has no sense of boundaries--
danged things falling on my head.
And Celia. She thinks she's all that
with her new clothes: red, yellow,
green, orange. How passe!
And then Baldy, the coward,
so afraid of...

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She still frolics among the Arabian dunes 
Hundreds of years of lifetimes living 
After as many fiery deaths, the fable goes, 
She throws herself upon the funeral pyre, 
Then, arises from the hot coals and...

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Foray of explosive sunset —
natural fireworks on display.
A banquet of clouds, rolls in wet,
rolling up their sleeves in melee.

The confusion has its beauty —
thunderous blue, gray and white clash.
Diffusion smacks hued patootie.
Sea of the air...

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Celia Ann Blaylock, one of Alice’s doves
Plied her talents when the Wild West was
A Hooker, a hussy, streetwalker, floozy
a strumpet. Loose woman, whatever, a doozy
and then she met Wyatt, a man with a star
while working...

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tactic twain trudging
eerie earth moaning
gaunt goddesses grooving
per punctured feelings
on hoisted hankerings
seeped'n salient scrunchies

then mystic metamorphosis
by bully bewitched
callous crest castrating

foil fates fostering:
fighting fortune furiously
nocturnal nature spilled

callous chaos's combustion
war met leisure.
      ...

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Celia from 'A' 
  tenures the lot
Standing near those Grey
  Bay's rocky scabs
slapp'd by tide
Stagnant water
  Green at the feet.

 Into time too
From womb birth'd
briefly hearts
  Remark regularly,
Geiger counter

Measuring, drone
Circulating 
A...

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Cynosure my name,
 Pleasure my game.
I wrote this song in 1965
If only I could share it,
I would laugh the pants off of you.
It's about a pair of shoes.
Clib-idy clap, clib-idy-clap
don't mess with my blue suede...

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