Long Janes Poems

In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger;
their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust

pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers
—drama daring...

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Once upon a time in the lands from the north, south, east to west    
Navigating on the cold white sands formed of sugar and ice       ...

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without wearing a helm mitt on my head, yet did suffer inxs
of welts the size of cranberries amidst talking heads, whose traffic
mishap of cars unable to Stp, thus this passenger indistinguishable from 
avast metallica Skidrow...

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Fragmented fairytales, Fermented freedom
There's no remorse for the dead, this I know
For, I've been dead for far too long
While there's not one ounce of sympathy to show
Red Redemption, Rhapsody Right 
I'm bromidic, lost, shallow, cold...

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The Bishops bathe in Babylon
while Princes, prancing on the lawn,
watch Queen deflowered, pale and wan.
            The King dares not defend her.
The Horsemen, holding broken...

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I have a Bentwood Rocker
It's the most cherished thing I own
It is made from the willow branches
of an ancient tree at my grandparent's home.

It embraces me on my back porch
both in the morning and at...

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~*~*~*~*~


A little girl with dark brown braids.
White blouse, gold-colored wool skirt 
and patent leather Mary Janes.
An only child with a wired haired fox 
terrier that lived with Grandpa,
Mother and Father.

Her Mother, sweet, who saw to...

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To my dear daughter...
I loved you, in your sweet Mary Janes.
In all our travels that were fine and plane.

You cannot remember how I pulled your hair.
Those braids,so tangled yet shiny and brunette fair.

You won’t have...

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Of all the times that I remember
   The most memorable….
Was when I was a child!

Spending time with my grandmother,
   Who was always fun to be around,
I was never bored because….
 ...

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*original poem follows the Dramatic Monologue

Dramatic Monologue by a Coldcocked Husband

Yes, you know my wife is nuts,
no ifs, but oh her butt.
Mercilessly, I fell hard
for that cupid-heart face,
eyes that were bluebird happiness cute.
She hit on...

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~Bells of Saint Mary's~

Oh, the joy of being young!
When those phenomenal bells
so joyfully rung!
And I, in patent leather Mary
Janes,
Ate Tootsie Rolls as if in a now
forgotten dream.
Staring at the mosaic, stunning
tall window panes.

How we loved...

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                    12/7/2023

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

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Personas have limits, boundaries veiled by the thin masquerade of pretense
They whisper promises of identity, yet crack under pressure of reality's weight—poet

She puts on her face while vaping smoke surrounds, 
Carefully paints fishtail eyes ,...

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America, the land of the free, catering to the wealthy and pushing the poor.
Blacks are all but exempt; they are seen as property and nothing more.
California brought into this nation by gold, as a false...

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Lady Jane Grey was only sixteen
A happy teenager till they made her queen
They wanted her status they wanted her name
But she was only a pawn in their game


Those unscrupulous people those evil men
Forced her to...

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The Circus gongs excite the Throngs in nighttime Never Land –
They swarm to see the destiny of Freaks at their command,
While Acrobats step pitapat above the shifting sands
And Lady Fat sits down to chat and...

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While midnight bats are gnawing gnats and feasting free unseen,

a toddler’s fed from garbage sheds an elegant cuisine.

Along the trails in distant dales a lonesome wolverine

feigns appetite on fogy nights and days of crystalline.



The circus...

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Alas, dear Birkenstocks!
In a closet left, surely not because of theft.
Buried under a pyramid of your shoe sisters and brothers.
Rykas, Easy Spirit, Keds, Alegria and Crocs of course!
All those comfy wear from which I shall...

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Sunday afternoons,
or Saturday afternoons,
look and feel richer,
dense relational liturgy of mundane ritual,
often more sabbath quiet.

Quiet neighborhood school playground
celebrates more solitary visits
seeking silent sensory selftalk,
muse swings back and forth,
happy slides up elational,
processional,
then downright ecstatic.

Sunday's GratitudeGoRound
of a...

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Driving through a small mining town
Angle parking in front of an old drug store
Memories flashed back to my childhood
Those days are gone forever more

Sitting on a stool at the soda counter
Large cherry coke for a...

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I once walked with you on Lombard Steet.
Little Maria~with the the western golden sun
Highting your long, shiny brunette hair.

Your tiny patent, Mary Janes, blessing the San 
Francisco Streets.
It is all now just a foglifter's dream.
Dreams...

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~~~~~~~Christmas in July~~~~~~~~~

Mother, it's Christmas in July.
Then why do these hot tears fall and why do I cry?
Because, I honestly want to be ten again.
Believing Santa is flying in the cold, winter sky.

I want to...

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WHEN JUDY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN.
When Judy comes marchin home again. 
Hoorah. Hoorah
She'll know that she'll have to leave again. Hoorah. Hoorah.
She knew how to sew, and she knew how to cook,
but lately she's readin...

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See them bully boys in the schoolyard
playing penitentiary hard
Face-scraping the concrete ...
Neanderthal knuckle features marred

Look at the smart treehouse girls
(with Zoology swing low ease thus far)
put the dumb cave-butt chimps
behind the Donkey Kong monkey bars

Finding...

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Shirley’s Confusion

Little Shirley, back in the Thirties,
Was told by her Mom to be nice.
“You’ll catch more flies with honey, dear”
Was Momma’s sage advice.

Shirley was bewildered, didn’t want to catch flies,
Still she smiled and rolled her...

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