Long Coiffured Poems

I'll bet this poem strikes a chord,
Please pray for the folk who cook their  goose,
Pretending "luck" is God's reward
(Their brains laid waste by lack of use!)

Boys born to wealth must grow Dads' name,
Their fear...

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i
Lie back, tilting my head
hunched as if tango 
mangoed or like quesimodo
ringing notre dame bells. 
The straps cradle me
pinned in a rollercoaster
belted in a fast car, 
braced and buckled. 

ii
Electrodes are placed
on skin-thin temples. 
Gently,...

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Used to be we'd pay to see freaks on the carnival way.
Now, for free at the mall we can see some most every day!
Kids (and adults) with tattoos, purple hair, nose and eyebrow rings,
Navel rings,...

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Today is April 1st. Transit strike.
Mayor Koch accepting the fact. Myself, 
far from crisis central, in North
Manhattan, measuring the temperature
of my apartment. In the sun it is
warm. The crows have returned again
for Spring.

Today life and...

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She breezed into the hardware store in a cloud of Chanel No. 5. With her coiffured hair and upper-class accent she was not the usual type of customer that we were accustomed to.

“Can I help...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXI

		LXXI	

IF ever I had a country targeted by no refugee
And if ever I were appointed by the Inter-Planetary Committee KING of this territory by Inter-Galactic Royal Decree
I'd build...

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The Grand Old Dame sat at the table
with cream on the corner of her mouth
from a donut she ate as she sat in her chair
and a coffee she held in her shaking hand
A ribbon and...

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Back in time beneath gas light glow,
I watch where waltz music flows;
will you notice me all alone
too shy to make my presence known?
Awestruck by the sweeping beauty,
ceiling scenes painted heavenly
as though angels are peering through;
are...

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FAIRY WINGS

fairy wings, wrought in wispiness
a ticklish fancy, most unbeelike
florid splash of firework colors
work their magic, as they stretch
and yawn awakening expectation.

she circles me like a servant dressing
me in early morning royalty. i feel
a tingle...

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Zoya sits, now all alone, 
just staring through a window pain 
to where a pink magnolia blooms 
in someone else's garden. 
And all her dacha's winter buds 
are crushed and tombed in oil and mud...

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Little girls with coiffured hair dressed as fairies or pixies
little misters masquerading as gnomes and elves
all came running like hungry bees to flowers
to my  garden resplendent with sunshine 
that afternoon in early May
for my...

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Some people wear smiles out in public
as if those smiles were sewn on their faces.
Often they are adorned by costly apparel.
The women, in flattering makeup and 
with hair beautifully coiffured,
flaunt gowns created by renowned fashion...

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The Old Couple
There is an unspoken acceptance you share a silence no need 
to be entertaining and you are bore telling jokes told before
It is an easy quietness each one has their own interest
And to...

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Here is my whine, now pass along the cheese!
My list is short on things that do not please.
But greatest of those few that bring unease,
is weather with a twirling, whirling breeze.

A summer wind or one...

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She was the most beautiful model in grayscale I’d ever seen.
With a haughty smile, arrogant, a nineteen sixty-four queen.
She had Jackie’s air about her, and it was majestic and fine.
I wondered if her well-coiffured hair...

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Impossible to miss him in a crowd, 
jet black moving chimney, one head 
above the rest as though he walks on stilts. 
In the sun his head of hair, 
coiffured, defies brand new enamel. 
Mostly...

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“The storm has truly unleashed its full fury,”
The perfectly coiffured, newswoman says.
She is not worried about the low taste
Of purloining these old and outdated clichés. 

Over and over the same words repeated,
Until sensitive folks shut...

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Behind the elaborate mask I wear
Beyond the depths of blue soulful eyes
Beneath the painted lips and coiffured hair
my tears flow into an estuary of sorrowful cries

I'm a ripe peach dangling from a tree
temptation before you,...

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My hair tries to define me
I laugh in her straggly non- curls
Hoping to shame me, she taunts me
About being messy and unkempt

Together we could be a social disgrace
except only she cares, wanting a brushing,
regular combs...

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The wailing winds frail at summer's lush green foliage 
as October freckles leaves, lips gently part in rouged gasps with flesh that veers to purple like bruised peach skins, hands now age-wrinkled in brittle brown...

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I'm writing a torrid love story,
Full of scandle and intrigue and sex,
About film stars and beautiful people,
And who goes to bed with who next.

Their clothes are by famous designers,
They wear diamonds and mink and real...

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