Long Doodled Poems

Their yellow teeth smile, stained a lacquer brown.
We swap greetings, though the format banal.
Actions reveal bedeviled, forced manners - - - 
though fear could not goad me to leave, undone.
The wise one approached, glistening black,...

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In the hallowed halls of college,
Where dreams bloomed like wildflowers,
I walked with a pencil in my pocket,
And a book cradled close to my heart.

My friends, oh dear companions,
We laughed under ancient oaks,
Shared secrets in dimly...

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A flood of grackles,
black-leafing the tree
who seem to’ve forgot
that its not
Winter;
it’s Spring and everything
is about to flower.

Eva says they are starling
and they may be.
She says they crowd the uncrowded 
barebranch trees and blot out
the sun...

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For a long time I've questioned the phrase
"Women are from Venus, while Men are from Mars".
As my science classes memory stands, Venus
is a ball of lava and eruptions,
while Mars is a planet destitute of life...

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The first night I arrived on my own.
Streets were darkening, yet kept alive
by lights in café’s and couples
walking arm in arm.
The driver carried my forlorn bag
into a bright, over ornate foyer.
Preliminaries over, I checked into
a...

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Stood aside the gruelling line,
His swastika eyes absorbed
Miniscule details of victims
As they filed past, heads bowed,
Hearts crushed.

Imperceptible nods potted fates,
The guards watched his every move,
Dragged apart the chosen ones,
The ones his nods imbued with gravitas,
Unnatural...

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I punched you out for what it was
That small space we call real estate
Beyond the Island of doom the cock doodled at noon
Then I saw that time for you 
Became more urgent 
More urgent than...

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You are a woman, with numerous names –
Whore,
Harlot, 
Courtesan,
Street Walker,
Concubine,
Lady of the night,
Prostitute,
a sex worker???

Bird of prey -
eyed by predator pimps, 
numerous numb nights 
spent in bleak brothels,
flocked like cattle in filthy sheds,
Time-etched face -
worn-out...

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There's a new kid at home, 
One nobody sees 
But we all know he's there. 
His name is Not Me. 

He took out all my colors 
And doodled on the wall. 
You can tell from...

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Higgins was the worst Math teacher,
and that year I was his worse student.

Higgins had loose blubbery lips.
When he taught long division or algebra
his words were full of spit
and phlegm.

Higgins had big feet and he carried...

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**  Mother Nature Draws the Dawn  **


Already, 
Dawn sets off 
This longitude’s waking,
Displaying nearby trees
Into their scribbled silhouettes
In shades
Of gray with blasts of black masses  — 
Points gathered
Fronting the quick brightening over
Yesterday’s...

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Not to sound so personal,

so hard to speak out of frozen cold,

but from old to young-

framed to freed...

From bossed to doodled,
to cop-land inside my noodle,

call me into the brewery-

set sights on chewing me,

because time is...

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Slush coated figures
have been drawn on the sidewalk,
dribble people, their disjoined limbs
twisted into guesses to be pecked over
by hammer driven beaks.

After the hard-packed snow
acrobats were doodled flying slipshod 
below a trapezing wind. 

If the frigid...

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who knew
sounds like YOU

bravo romeo
you’re at the hotel
whiskey at the bar
and papas doing well
he played two rounds
and his echo said tell
juliet his sweet
that an oscar cost a mill
....get dressed
almost time for the ball

the mr.mc.melon 
made...

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Words shy away.
Emotions taunting me.
Heart is overwhelmed,
Stifling my pain
Just doodled, thoughts.
Feels good, yes.

Thanks for the win.
It’s not just mine.
Ours for poems.
World needs more,
Not just poems.
Much is unsaid.

Saved in my  notes
My delirious mind
Hurt felt for...

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Ishkabibble the little k-nibble
went down the garden path
He whistled and skipped
and doodled and dipped
beneath the garden leaves
hustle and bustle and whistle he did
With  a hop, skip and a jump
Over the pebbles and through the...

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The Top Man, the Cock of the Walk,
He  loved being the head of the flock.

With the first faint ray  of morning light,
He cocka-doodled with all his might.

The farmer was deep in a farmer...

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