Long Debutante Poems

White Cliffs of Dover now sponsored in daydreams
Reading each billboard that rusts on the sky
Checking a map though it’s for the wrong city
She sends a smile to the wink of his eye

Overhead cords hang to...

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I'm a firm believer
In limerick fever
(This isn't news)
"It'll cure the blues!"
Says Jan (who is no deceiver)

Written by Jan Allison:

Writing limericks is a fine art
Yes I write about poop or a fart
But show me someone
Whose not...

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She is shadowed by fuzzy cobwebs of a morning without coffee,
while dust motes mingle with the mold of time.
Gazing out to the yard, through dingy glass, and fog, 
into a dismal January, she hopes to...

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What's new with me...Matthew?

Well for starters Nationwide
road service emergency
one man cutting crew
with battery charger in tow knew
exactly why no juice (think electricity),
his hunch found trunk light kept lit,
an innocent looking (to me or you)
lady's handbag...

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                   ~Cinderella Memories~

Young, self-confident, all...

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If I live to be 101
I still don't think that I will have seen
All the things that I've read about
Both nearby and across the seas.

If I live to be 101
I still don't feel that I...

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Attempt to shine
     flickering figurative klieg light
with the help of hyperbole
     on poverty wrought
debutante material, this predicated
     on my own unbiased thought
initially related...

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                    12/7/2023

  No more am I your sweet little girl...
  I am far past,...

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9/22/1983

I drove your shining,Cadillac, Daddy!
The lead car to the cemetery.
A stuffed bear, your Borsalino,
In the August, back window,fino!

You, in the hearse, a few feet behind..
Tears on the, wheel, almost went blind.
Silent pallbearers, waited, white gloved.
Upset...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Seventeen

Of late the tepid cold only rebousse poil her coyness
Nowhere the slushy mud caked into strands of crunchiness
Even the over-mothering coots let their chicks roam all alone
Sand and...

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APETEEN SEVENTY NINE

I don't care if it doesn't matter to you
but it means a whole fuc**ng lot to me
you want to treat old black Jim as if he's a gorilla in a zoo
while I want...

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APETEEN SEVENTY NINE

I don't care if it doesn't matter to you
but it means a whole fuc**ng lot to me
you want to treat old black Jim as if he's a gorilla in a zoo
while I want...

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TITANIC – A SCREEN PLAY

They say we’ve hit an iceberg
And the ship is going to sink.
But I refuse to believe it;
They’re over-reacting I think.

Don’t they read the papers?
Disaster is unthinkable.
The builders have assured us
This vessel...

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Woman.
       I want you with or without
       lipstick on the mouth.
       With debutante breasts
   ...

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Springtime, you always arrive so gently,
as high school proms bring tears of friends
who know they must soon part.
I will try not to weep of fifty-six years ago,
as I see the vision of my siblings,
and I...

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There are things we speak of, while we stroll
along the ridge, in summer sun
The mundane things, a chore, a task
ignoring what is stone and ash
or how it came to be,... to grasp
this place, we've named...

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It's the midnight dance, last call before the lights go out and the harvest moon glows brightly in the darkness. The room is full with partners sweeping close, hand in hand, floating liltly across the...

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Her skin so soft with richness of love and affection so real,
The eyes of a debutante, which speaks volumes, I understand.
Legs so firm and powerful though they have weakened some,
A smile that shows such deep...

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Whispers from lips as innocent as brush fire, dance with these words, they're mine to lead with. 
Spin me around, dip me, into your Desires. Your demand is to be followed, yet my compliance will...

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Dancing with shadows in my room, dispels all 
specters of...

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WORLD BORE ONE

I don’t know very much at all
But I know oak trees grow strong and tall
I don’t know why I sometimes stumble and fall
I know what I have, what I want and that which...

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Veruca Salt is the name my parents bestowed upon me
and I'm on my way to Willie Wonka's chocolate factory.

I won a golden ticket! I knew that I would! 
I get what I want, when I...

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WORLD BORE ONE

I don’t know very much at all
But I know oak trees grow strong and tall
I don’t know why I sometimes stumble and fall
I know what I have, what I want and that which...

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Got drunk as a skunk, at a debutante
Eye catching tat I want.  With no regrets
a masterpiece of art that I can flaunt
clearly expressing my love for Begretz


Fritz  loves Begretz on a red ...

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i don't know what to say here,
i don't know why i try
i only know that when i see you
a part of me dies.

your skin is so pure
white as fresh laid snow
lush, full hair flowing
I wish...

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