Long Doilies Poems

A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on a dare to be won or lost 
till it became...

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Joulupukki knocked on the door before entering the room.  In the center of one wall was a bed that was large enough for two humans to fit in comfortably.  The young elf lying...

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In the early 70’s my husband and our first baby, Angela, moved to Muscatine, Iowa, in the middle of the night, in the summer time.  At 7:00 a.m. the next door neighbor rang the...

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In the early 70’s my husband and our first baby, Angela, moved to Muscatine, Iowa, in the middle of the night, in the summer time.  At 7:00 a.m. the next door neighbor rang the...

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Dollies, doilies and daisies are not akin to a painting in a suitcase

Turtle trumpeters. The chopping capabilities of the large carnivorous cheese plant. Their leaves dripped with blood. Why run of two live jet streams...

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God Save the King! So echoed round 
the village halls, the pubs, the streets
the day our Charlie Prince was crowned. 
Homes decked with bunting, cake, and treats.

We celebrated with a rave, 
or knees-up, as my...

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BEING FITTED FOR MY MURDER WAS LIKE ANY OTHER DRESS FITTING WHEN I WAS LITTLE THE TAILOR SHOP WAS ALWAYS EMPTY AWAITING MY PERSONAL FITTING MY POP WENT FIRST WATCHED THE SEAMTRESS CAREFULLY MEASURE HIS...

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No time for coffee, as the dawn arrives....
I raised the shade. The crowd's outside!
The mob takes over...I'm still in slippers
But someone bought our old hedge clippers!!

     Those folks just paid me...

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May is my happy month, for she is my birth month 
Some people treat themselves with a birthday.
I made the decision to celebrate my birth month
And I do. I buy whatever I want. Packages arrive...

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Who remembers, is it only me?
When March had drizzled, and April fooled us...
But a morning in the month of May.........

We'd spread upon a kitchen table 
Paste made of flour, scissors, borrowed
paper, crayons of rainbow colors...

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A March unstable, April drizzles
At last, now dawns the month of May........

Children gather 'round a table
Making paste of flour, water, 
guidance from a loving mother
with pictures drawn in rainbow colors 

Pretty paper doilies landed
In the...

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Men in tailored suits 
and satin waistcoats,
gold watches peeking 
out of their pockets,
walked arm in arm 
with women in wide skirts ~
hooped, 
crinolined, 
elegantly sculpted.

Their tight corsets tease each careful traipse,
leaving traces of elegance and...

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" One man's junk is another man's treasure" - author unknown

To some, old collectables and antiques are nothing but junk,
even heirlooms kept safely in their grandmother’s old trunk.
They say antiques sales are diminishing and not...

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She came from that special tribe of women
whose hands have six fingers each.
Fingers that appear a blur of agitation
chattering amongst themselves 
in a language I could never understand.

9th Row: * Yo, K1, yo, sl 1,...

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Shrunken sweaters, dusty ball caps
Tarnished silver, and hedge clippers
Pointed hat pins, gaudy jewelry
Faded jeans and worn out slippers
Greasy fry pan, wobbly table
Crates of dog-eared musty books
Tattered doilies, ragged Barbies
One brown old crock pot that still...

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Scorned coquette
perched so solemnly
upon your death stool,
claw deep the fresh flesh of victors
bearing armfuls of decaying flowers
stolen from your mother’s grave.

A diverse parade -
clairvoyants and gigolos
tyrants and schizophrenics
junkies and Jesus freaks;
you seem to attract
an unending...

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Sprawling eagles' wings of freedom glean upon this God blessed land. 

Huckleberries abound upon rich forest tapestry. 

Salmon spawn in glistening waters aplenty. 

Indigo mountains are crowned with crisp doilies. 

Laughing waves clap upon coastal...

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Tillie Lydston

1843 – 1905

I was forty six
When I first saw the hills.
Those most magical eastern hills of my home.
I loved Whittier as my mother
And it saddens me I can’t be there again.
I left behind family...

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Who remembers? Only me?
An emerald morning, the month of May
We'd spread upon a kitchen table 
Paste of flour, fingers nimble, holding  
scissors, rainbow crayons 
Pretty paper doilies folded, then….
Posies, roses folded in 

The memory...

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Are you ready for the main course?
Prepare the condiments
Thin oven mitts
Teas cozies
Lace doilies 

It's just a decoy
Here lies the kid who was left home alone while is parents visited The North 
Pole

Try to consolidate the...

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Tea kettle steam and curtseys greet queenly company.
"Quaint" dainty danishes are dazzlingly displayed
with quintessential utensils and dishes.
Stenciled place cards display exclusive names.
Respective guests, formally dressed, rest with "poise."
Facing "platinum" plates gently lie on lace doilies.
Coral...

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The soaring sinews of morning sunrise,
Ascend like attacking phantoms with flailing spears;
They rise thinking of fond amusements in the foggy darkness;
They appear as an apparition appears through an old curtain,
As a suffering ghost lurking, groaning...

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The Seasons heaven inspired Summer
Jousting  feasting + dancing diversions
Love  exquisite  reflection  in  the  mirror 
Tinned soup shelves in the village store
wicked chocolate sauce nutty ice-cream
Crimson berries golden mountains blue
shadows...

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As I sit and gaze outside by the open door,
Favourite classic poised once more,
Pride and Prejudice, the Bennetts galore,
O’ comforts of wealth, I wish for no more.

Today,
I entered the boudoir with passion and flair,
Chose the...

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A variety of fragrant lilacs in the ground 
Purple and white asters, doilies in baby joy pink.
Prettier flowers in a garden are rarely found
My bird baths are used by cardinals and one blue jay I...

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