Long Corsages Poems

The grand madam wore double strains of opal perils,
Around her collar of white lace, in eloquence personified,
She’s cultures Lady of utter refinement, curtsying to noble
And high brad’s aristocrats alike.
In fragrances of memories I’ve drifted backwards,
To...

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Just as days long ago, when decorum resolved, 
before composure, and poise,.. were corsages, unknown
Where propriety mattered, and was favored as gold,
high society, has gathered to flavor their tea
      ...

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Blood
crimson
not called by
any other 
name

Bud 
perfect 
crown petal
Donald's girlfriend
bold 

Gold
sun rise
Mary's joy
orange sun sets
red

Moth
and queen
corsages
colorful blooms
large

She
naked
lilies kin
belladonna
pink 

Blue
purple
red and white
sun worshipers
pig

Quaint 
fancy 
velvet tufts
ostensible 
face

Liz
easy
popular
multicolored
shade

Dull
deadly 
poisonous
insipid bush 
fruit 

Snap
charming
all colors 
incandescent 
spikes

Dawn
fragrant
vine climbing
red, blue, purple
tall

Wax...

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Somedays I want to choke myself to death
To strangle my neck until my face turns blue

To wrap the ends of a nylon string to my hands
Like corsages on a ballerina’s wrist

To keep dancing 
Until my...

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The time has come
to bid adieu
to all the dreams
I've had of you

Of high school dances
and corsages
like so many
sweet mirages

Sunset walks
along the beach
with you forever
out of reach

Romantic dinners
marriage vows
and every joy
that life allows

No son or daughter
on...

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Flowers are a pretty sight
They shine brightly in the light
Rainbow colors all around
Growing gorgeous in the ground
Some are sharp with thorny stems
Used for romance and love gems
Others are made to bouquets
On unique and special days
Pink,...

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The aroma of mellow gardenias, the dance of a ballerina, 
the sound of an Italian concertina

Purple, shaded, toe shoes that glide across a stage with 
footlights and an applause of praise.

Tender thoughts to remember, in...

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Rhythmical rocking out fourth storied window 
pane glimpses near faded play-dough 
corsages between sighs. The phone rings unanswered.
Brushing her hair with whose hand is that
must look for teeth soon, someone is coming may
have to smile...

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I’ve always loved the chrysanthemums
Bulbs of yellow, purple, orange, and red,
Filling in blank spaces in the flower bed
Perfect perennials appearing in large sums.

We always called them “mums,” for short
Loved making corsages of the white ones,
Sometimes...

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