Long Mascaraed Poems

I have been reluctant to pen this verse 
Because I don't understand what it was all about
I have been reluctant to pen this verse
Because I don't want anyone to  get hurt
Morning comes and evening...

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Roaring Twenties

Nostalgia and age like bacon and eggs,
With buttered toast and jam on the side for breakfast;
And coffee, and a glass of orange juice to drink,
And a memory in-between to rethink.

The day begins with boring...

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Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A...

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A Man of Strength and Courage


(A Man Of Beauty And Respect)

A True Story

Who was he? He called himself the
unknown Poet, my great great great
grandmother's uncle Joe. He lived
a long exciting life, loving one woman
in time...

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red lights blinking rapidly 
I didn't make the connection
as soft music floated unseen 
from cars heaving with undulating motion 
gentle, rhythmic, but forced upon 
as ruby lips pressed into service 
with legs spread wide, most...

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Take me away where the butterflies flyway in the sky 
So freely and high were the breeze guides my soul 
Take me away from the stress of the everyday 
Take me to a place where...

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At a truck stop diner outside Atlanta:
His face expressionless
His mouth   mutely slack
He sat at his small table  watching her
  as she   methodically   absent-mindedly
  splashed dinner plates
...

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It Just Is:
Of sea and Sky and Paradise


From the corner of my eye
I see through your disguise 
The mascaraed parading around 
A caricature comes to life 
The animated, boastful prince  
After the crown ,...

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Like Abraham Maslow's highest Hierarchy of needs theory,
You are a ruler, self actualized and need not to worry.
You look down to downgrade the poor from your mansion,
That has been your passion.

You shine so bright like...

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Broken Hearts ??????

Pain which lingers on forever in the mascaraed of our bleeding hearts, we subject ourselves to vulnerability caution to the wind of the darks, you are this & I am that now let’s...

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We walk about bristly in the heat of the day,not knowing when it will happen.
Some watch mere predictions on picture screens before setting out to complete routine tasks;
but who is to say what will happen...

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Hello,

Feelings of danger, just borderline from being a stranger. Wrapped with an emotional slice of anger. 
When does it all stop?  Popping tops , listening day after day, as the gun goes pop.

Knocks at...

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A Pet Peeve

By: Olivia Rodrigue

A smile that reeks desperation
A mascaraed eye batted intently
Your falsified figures and fancies
Undermine others of my generation

To think that a woman is only
Aesthetically valued and won
Is a peeve that’s been maddening...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 8

The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
Twists itches in bums and bosoms of hope
Each in his own way straps on strappados 

Mascaraed serene face trots on stilettos
Embryos...

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The day was blind with fog,
The thicker blanket of darkness left some hours ago,
The cry of a stray cat tore through the forest,
That was after a third shrill meow.

The bamboo-brown forest was a leafy paradise,
But...

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Outside
the crimson pout is not me 
and my soul denies the mascaraed lashes
while an imitation smile hides tears
within the pseudo echo of myself
a shadow with painted lips
that say the right words
and my spirit stays silent...

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If I could go to a Mascaraed Ball,
  My pretty shoes, because I am short,
  would make me look tall.

  I would go all dressed in white lace, my
  poise would...

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The needle exchange


The junk don’t kill no pain
The junk inside wears a mascaraed  
The junk relies on a needle striking a vein 
The junk denies why you are afraid
The junk will make your mind...

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Drifting beyond the lightest cloud.
Pastel clowns in postmortem rain parade.
Cascading in the cold moon dust
to shed this latest mascaraed.

Wounded memories hang loosely from the mind.
Autumn berries quivering three quarters past their prime.
When did "mediocre" pock...

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Young lady! Yes, You!, I’m talking to you!
What do you see looking in a mirror?
Do you see a pretty face as I do?
You do? You’re sure about that? Stand nearer
My dear and look into mascaraed...

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I don’t fit in and I don’t mind,
This world is slightly colorblind.

Smiles shaded as if at a mascaraed ball,
Some day that will be their fall,

I don’t fit in and it’s just fine,
This world is lost...

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