Long Mannequin Poems

Richard Mcgeehan Poem

Poetic license I employ
to match inventive
wisdom and witticism
regarding (brother in law of mine 
husband of eldest sister of same)
interspersing, initiating, incorporating
fabrication whenever possible,
and only the subject himself
can discern fact from fiction
and get a...

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By some quirky short circuit.
A drone mutated itself 
and became intelligent
.
As fate would have, 
The drone decided to take revenge. 
Chose Chill Bates as its target
The drone altered its algorithm 
and started re-programming.... its fellow...

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People wonder why I’m so antisocial hardly talk or hang with anybody
They wonder why I stay to myself and just do me
They wonder why I’m always on top while others are still at the bottom
feeding...

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* My take on the theme of my contest. Just for fun. 

A canopy of silvery stars speckle the ebon expanse above me, at once beautiful but at the same time, taunting. For if these...

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ACT I

Night enters. Ned Sandy: paralysed in eye by gun shot. 

Scene: Mannequin with rotting limbs “Deadman on the Freeway.” 
And instead of being the good guy, he’s good, bad, worse. 
Why kill? Don’t know...

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Nice to meet you
Glad to have known you
Keeping me clean all the time
Keeping me alive for a lifetime

You dress me with everything
Buying me expensive of anything
You even put make ups on me
Blowing, curling my hair...

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The end of the Pier was shrouded in mist
the Shadows we cast were defining,
We plighted our troth, and then we kissed, 
Neath a full orbed moon that was shining, 

We walked hand in hand to...

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Millions of lives and souls untold
And to account it all
Words, lines, films
Imagination trims
A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon
Hollywood rounds
Quills deliver
Writers flare with passion so strong
Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories
Tragedies
We consume it all like freshly...

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If truth had a color,
when twilight bleeds 
burgundy rivers,
you’ll find these garnet 
eyes pleading
to be heard through 
poetic sunsets. 
For I’ve been swirling 
and twirling
through nomadic illusions,
like a goddess of 
thunder with a tiger spirit,
never...

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standin on a corner he looks up to the sky
his phone rings as he steps into his ride
no time to think
when it rings its because do's on the other side
red and blue
panicked, frozen like a...

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 We Danced  written by Poet John Heck

I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet...

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Miss Kelsey Louisa is only 5 years old.

but she’s figuring out a lot of things about life.

		she knows more than when she was only 4 years old.


Kelsey knows about love.

	it’s the way her dog Sandy...

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The blind leading the blind, what is seen is how its heard
the thoughts that make the story are lost behind the words
do you see it as you view it, or take a deeper look 
do...

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I saw the faces
of dolls.

Pink cold dolls,
       blind frightened dolls.

Dolls with round uniform
                ...

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It is a gorgeous spring day, there are greens on both sides of the road.
The smells are fantastic, and my hair is blowing like I’m on a cycle.
I’m  actually driving my new purple trans...

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Ballerina’d beauty…
She was always on beat and the most fluent mover. Never hesitant to step out onto her linoleum playground, Letting the stage lights beam down at her like sunshine, only refracting rays to intensify...

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Restless soccer moms,
whose kittens have all become mature,
got plenty of suburban boredom
Time enough for sure
to get hooked on every advertised lure
As daytime soaps and gossip kitsch
are the mundane, daily double feature
So they buy themselves some...

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Why must you boudoir bring me an empty bag full of fake?
Pinocchio emotions: wooden soul mannequin real
Your impulses beat a synthetic heart mood — 
artificial aorta stimulation ~ false erotic excitation

Making it so hard to...

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When the 
seaside sepulchre 
of a kingdom, 
without its queen, 
is smeared with 
screams of lighting, 
I wish to crackle
these slivers 
of silver shakle, 
and devour
that consoling 
taste of balsamic 
twilight, which 
drapes every 
ritual...

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6/26/17

You don't want to be caught in the cross hairs
Realize that at times life is not fair
After having minimal guidance
I stood in pure silence
With very little thoughts of violence
While I was trying to understand the...

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Hello there, do please come inside- no need to wipe your feet
excuse the mess, I fear you'll find it isn't very neat.
This place is always untidy, victim of my disorder
from old hang-ups to memories, I'll...

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I know I'm supposed to be panicking
But I'm as calm as ever
Even though my feet are tired, because I've been walking through this storm forever
I refuse to dress it up,I'm not here to put clothes...

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Everybody observes the naked universe
But never ask if it's polite to do so

Just like the door to my chest has been opened
Revealing my naked heart to the world

Some people look with disgust
Some people look with...

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She had Velvet eyes, Satin lips
Silk skin … Seamless hips

Threaded her way into his heart
and Stitched his mind up Tight
But the Needle Point, was coming
Pricking… with all its might! …

… Posed her Textile-smile
Watched Fabric –...

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Even as thunder boomed mighty overhead
and power lines on San Domingo Avenue outside
faltered and succumbed to the tempest
the Ortegas stood breathless in the family room, gaze transfixed 
upon the television screen like so many deer...

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