Long Facials Poems

Time continues to slip past.
Like a river, a never-ending stream of micro seconds passing by.
You can't slow it down.
You can't halt it.
No matter how much you try to hold it back
It is still slipping past...

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I was a bonafide, happy beautician, like a gorgeous, daisy sun as it is rising;
And charming, happy faces were my pursuit, like silvery moonlight uprising.

My days were a flurry of manicures and facials, like nature's...

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“Worm! Your honor; 
Witness the decline of the American Dream, 
a demise right on time. “
I surmise…
The death of democracy, 
our blind rage for insane things. 

Lies are truth and fiction is Fact. The blind...

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Many if not most people are nice and complimentary, and I have heard it said, "You look much younger". Or, "You look great for your age".  However, age      ...

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Be there the bight of a November drain
turned off tattered ruffles blotted feign
a ledged I removed and tender earlobes
waif yonder spectral possession probes
cracked nut overture eighteenth twelve
emptied shells retiring indicative delve
drain feign earlobes probes twelve...

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I saw blue memoirs fell from momma's eyes, as she looked into my brown retinas. Swiftly she removed my medicated glasses, a dominant gene I carved out from papa's bottled eyes. "Oh!  sorry D!,"...

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Window Teacher
                      by Odin Roark

As teacher
She was petite
Unassuming
Framed in layered paint
No make-up on her
Save...

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It roars thunder and bellows a storm,
it's vengeful like scorned gods.
A gory feature of demonic forms!
And I see it more and more envelop,
everything about me.
Everything sanity marshals!
Till words said to me,
get repelled in possessed denial
and...

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Happiness is when I am listening to the music,
feeling the rhythm, the melody, owning each beat.

Happiness is when I am dancing, expressing my
feelings in each beat lifting my spirit, freeing my soul.

Happiness is when I...

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can you say you know who i really am

i wear my colors oh so bright even in the middle of the night

i don't dance a certain way or dress real fabulous

i'm not into manicures or...

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What good is love, when guys and girls are whores?
     What use are we, when all is the libido?
Good girls on their backs, bad girls on all fours,
   ...

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I remember the days not so very long ago
When a man was a man above his own ego
When trouble arose he would come a running
Like a knight in armour he'd drop his hunting

The damsel he...

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I had no ways,
But rail way,
A safe way always,
To reach out in hope.
On the way no peep,peep,
Long tracks like racks,
Ironed,strong never unite,
Steamed power,
Journey hours and hour,
Stations to station to stop,
A round ring tablet to drop,
Stations...

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As strangleweeds ghost life manifestly,
caused by an Atropa belladonna
exposé mind-bending, marijuana
bears parallel outcomes, yet, it's deathly,
Greek myth Atropos cuts the thread of life
belladonna, a woman of beauty ...
Italian. If eaten, highly deadly,
or plant scrapes open...

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trying to keep up the pace
In a never ending race
Of life is wearing me
Further down upon my knee
On the go and never stopping
Day and night I'm always hopping
Struggling to get things done
Is becoming much less...

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