Long Headband Poems

Thump-thump of stiffening fish contorting
   In the bilge beneath the gunwale; 
 Lidless, bulging, reddened eyes, swivelling upwards, 
Protruding horribly from the straining sockets,
    Express stupefied amazement at inconceivable 
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Walking slowly up to the water,
 Waves consume her feet, 
The cold ocean takes away the breath from her lungs, 
Thoughts of life without him, 
Haunts her daydreams, 
Moving slowly in to the ocean,
 Holding...

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When I was very young
All I really wanted
To be was an Indian.
My mother always read to me -
Stories of fairies and elves,
Of princesses and ogres, witches,
And brownies who did good deeds.
Poems, “Wynken, Blynken and Nod”,
“The...

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what happens in sleep,
stays in sleep, no?

you hope. 

you do your best to 
forget the places that 
you’ve been & the 
people with whom you
have done despicable 
things.

you tiptoe through the
tulips, boundless & naked
sniffing, snorting,...

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In to the future times, eons from now
My friends and I in newest time machine
We flew to reach a world, enchanting! Wow!
With rose thickets, meadows and lofty pines

No heat; no Sun, in there; a lone...

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Black Sheep 

Her beleaguered parents, had it 
with her.
That daughter and her mouth,
forever causing a mighty stir!
They went to downtown
Chicago,
To see Dr.Zhivago, hoping this 
might quiet her.
But no, in their daughter, it was 
more like...

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My sister was horrified; you cannot give me that bucket,
She says, snottily as I try to hand her the renegade violets
She asked me to collect, complete with roots.
Why not?
There are dandelions in it. My husband...

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“The I’ll Dance” was the father of a Mine’s good family friend.
In the main festivities of Navalmanzano, Segovia
And its pilgrimages
He did not dare to ask the girls to dance
Afraid that everyone would give him pumpkins.
-The...

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The little girl’s mom Tila, 
worked hard to save enough money
It was her baby girl’s birthday, 
how she loved her miel, her honey
She saw a Barbie doll that stood 
in the window at Catarina’s Boutique
Wearing...

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We planned a wedding, in a Unitarian Church to be,
and in excitement, we sent out invitations!
But I discovered, we would never live together happily in 
blissful harmony, as do scented, peaceful carnations.

This was during the...

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A child yearned to play baseball today -
a million raindrops dashed the boy's luck.
Yet, espying an object upon the floor;
a moppet's imagination runs amuck.

The lad fantasized he was young David
and mighty Goliath was his foe.
Using...

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Farewell, au revoir, goodbye, convivial summer. 
The day is late now, and the breeze is warmer. 
A vacant ocean-side barricaded motel. 
Wild geese are soon flying in lines as well.

Vacation homes drop their literate barricades. 
This rich sweeping green...

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The extremely lithe, lively, light-hearted Lilybelle me is a ballerina with a twenty-eight inch waist, and six foot legs who wakes me up sometimes dancing and twirling, leaping, and landing.  She is light on...

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Petey's chillin', that La-Z-Boy
Gulpin' Big his refreshing joy
swellin' swell his bellied pot
chillin', thrilling, harey sot

fast-food's bagged, the carton void
Pete's tummy growls a bit annoyed
paper's crumpled and tossed aside
McGregor's garden done gone deep-fried

smartly grasping his cell...

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Princess Forever’s Frosted Lake entices aurora borealis to smile down
Embracing and warming her with mystical surrealism that shines on the lake.
She gives a gentle blow, to see her magic, 
which dances past her lips, and...

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Rat-a-tat-tat, it is the sound of the dreaded, Icelandic Yule Cat.
You have to get me a jacket or shoes or something else I plead
My mother rolls her eyes. That’s a faerie tale, she says. Her...

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Shattered Beauty
(Magic of the mask)

Nature is so callous
To curse or bestow her
The face with left half
Disfigured and warped
By severe accident befallen on her. 

Alas! Louise Ashby
alarmed herself
To encounter her face
In the mirror blurred
By the breath...

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i hit my brother’s dab pen and got high so i could play guitar better
instead i saw jesus’s face in wood paneling
like what a god might see before he dies, immortally of course
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Written By:  D. Collins 1/2/25



As I reach my prime in my mid-sixties.
I have a vow in dragging no drama with me.
I want my heels kicked up on a sandy beach.
Getting real F'd up on...

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  ~ Sabbath in the Olden Times ~
    (Shabbos in der Alter Tzeiten)                  ...

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She was an older lady.
Bedecked with jewels,
Rainbow headband.
Glitzy scarf filled with rhinestones.

Her face was lined.
Wizened.
She was a crone.
Not easily fooled.
Her voice was a rasp.
A bark. Deep. Dark.

Her tarot cards deck…
Nothing fancy.
Crystal ball, runes, palmistry.
I sat...

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She knows her own heart, wears it well, shows it off.
People want to be with her, she has groupies.
They cannot wait to see her, every year, at the festival.
She is the pretty one with a...

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I can see so many things
The outfit that you have on
The clothes on your bed
The pink headband on your head
I can see the smile on your face
But also the pain in your grace
Pain from not...

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It’s a bit of a pull running up from Maida Vale
to Saint John’s Wood but my legs feel no pain.

Back then I had corded limbs
that could run on the liquid fuel
of feckless youth. 
Running shoes...

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With long legs and elongated beak he came,
wearing trunks and a black sash 'round his waist,
smelling of 'High Karate' and wearing a blue headband,
the 'bad-seed' leader of Jujitsu and martial arts, we all faced!

This was...

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