Long Leggy Poems

Mitchell: Good sirs, my word was fair. No discrepancy stains the pages of my ledger. The fifth tier is a sub-basement beneath the cellar floor of the temple’s vestibule. Any woman who is not tagged...

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Time To Cook the Rolls 

“Honey, turn on the oven to 350; the movie is starting!”

Soupy Sales is kicking back with June Taylor at Studio 50.
He is flirting with her leggy dancers as they feed...

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In numerous locales countrywide, they hold sway
Pirouetting at intervals like ballerinas from Bolshoi
Beauteous, feline and very feminine
Slender to the point of emaciation, not quite
Cultivating the undernourished look on a frugal diet
Decidedly austere for a longer...

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hold still, eventide ...
   I am a capricious cad among wraiths,
     waltzing with a mop in
      a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars
  ...

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A Tale of The Last Dance

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She calls herself Bunny Boucher, but she was born Veronica Chermak. She’s tall and leggy with a body that looks tidy, yet lived in. She’s high and tight, but flexible like a strong rubber band...

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Aye Writhed With Agony...

Unbeknownst to any
     innocent onlooker, aye
underwent extreme internal
     torture with silent cry
ying whimpers, whence,
     (either left or

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hold still …

eventide -
I am a capricious cad among wraiths
waltzing with a mop in a Marrakesh courtyard -
catching stars as they drip with
waxy and wild wonder
into the braids of my maudlin noose
tightening …

jangling, dangling -
rose...

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The discovery at aged seventy
Explained to me at last
The source of my problems 
From way way back in my past.
Not just a clumsy country idiot,
All my life there’d been a cause,
A condition called Dyspraxia
Had me...

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What's Look Got To Do With It?

This poem is dedicated to you. Miss. Gorgeous Tina Turner
You must comprehend that you turned heads at every corner
Of the world, because you were sexy, sassy and indeed classy
You...

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Well, we met on this site
Quite late Friday night
She was gorgeous from what I could see   
Her photo looked fine
So I sent her mine
It was clear that she quite fancied me

Then her profile...

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Has it come to this?

  Seeds that were ordain to blossom and harvest, 
however   years have brought up darkness

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Lanky’s Chronicles

We meet a long-limbed white boy that said his family was owners of slaves.
He was a leggy ole boy and bony angular in his physical ways.
Uncle Tom was from his past.
He described plantation life...

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Wrapped up in a suit of mandarins
playing hop-scotch with 
a hillbilly from Enniskillen
whose left leg is filled with
soot and yellow dust
all wrapped up in a festering, 
three week old banana crust.

A Marilyn Monroe figure 
enters...

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Acrobats in the center ring
Ballerina bears on balls and bicycles
Cavalcades of clowns with calliopes 
Dancing damsels in glittery corsets and tulle skirts
Elephants parade in wrinkled suits
Fire eaters flourish flames
Giants on stilts wave ribbons and flags
High...

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Inside cooped up in my loft all autumn with writer’s block, it was time.  I arrived on New Year’s Day.  I wanted a fresh start, so I took a well-deserved hiatus.
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Kinky boots ... 
kicking naked truth
Stripped bare
down to the nightshade roots

Temptress gaze ... 
collecting laundered money 
off the dirty parquet

Her pay-for-play
get the tilted short cups
ice cubes rattling
See the lecherous throats
swallow the fermented, lewd offering

Let ‘em...

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It's the time of butterflies to fly
 angelic wings drifting hurried by
  in the powdered blue clouded sky;
retrograde illusions left from spring
 revolving a floating dance upon the wing
  venturing into summer's fling;
hovering...

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Has it come to this?

Seeds that were ordain to blossom and harvest, 
however   years have brought up darkness
Constant reminders of the past misgivings,
instead of moving on with faith and hope
We find ourselves, on...

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He wore a leather bomber jacket and a redskin hat and would engage with people where ever he was at. He wore two hearing aids that often whistled like a kettle and as he aged...

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Beyond the leggy palm trees you can hear them calling out 
Through the diffused light and thin curtains called home- 
Are a people in need 
Brought to there knees with infelicitous faces-
Filled with confusion and...

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I watched as she dropped down
 that full six-foot wingspan graced the air around
that slipped in quiet, somehow silenced in the cold gray steel
 and suddenly again, she was here, looking for another meal.

The great...

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Wind swept leaves fluttering in the breeze 
Walking on crunchy, bronzed and orange leaves 
Peaceful places leave traces of natures effects 
Bare trees hung with their dull bark, stripped of their objects
Scurrying across the ground,...

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The Dark

If I were a color, I think I would be pink. 
It is soft and sweet, the smell, the kindest treat. 
Perhaps not…
If I were an animal, I think I would be a giraffe.
They...

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light dripped
from the street lamp
like fluorescent dreams a-mist
fog wafting in wavy, buttery shards
her own private stage
lithe, leggy form and perky curves
fuchsia Claiborne mini-dress and black fishnets
one spaghetti strap dangling coyly
as if begging for a tug
one...

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