Long Mustaches Poems

Dragon made the papers for that very unfortunate Church event, toots sweet.
Then Dragon, suddenly, decided to finger-paint billboards, all over the town.
He’d discovered painting was sooo cool, and wanted to, spread his joy around.
It wouldn’t...

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He grew one of them bushy mustaches
like Sam Elliot wears under his nose
Bought him some fancy duds from Cabela's
sure looked spiffy in his Buckaroo clothes

Alligator skin boots and silver spurs
thought he looked like all them...

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Some laws are crazy you will agree.
Read some of these laws and you will see.

Some laws are funny and some just absurd.
It pays to be careful how we use our words.

To keep your ass in...

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As the rooster crows:
 
A look in the pool mirrored a perfect mop
At times of frizzy hair or defiant shaggy tresses
Ohhh the satisfaction at the sight 
And yabba, dabba, doo!! echoed loud and clear
Triumphant male...

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Sky

I saw Mr. Sun outside
So hot, I was terrified 
Went nearly blind
And  almost fainted and died
He has no hands,  eyes 
Nor feet
But why?


The big yellow  flame in the sky
Was chased by the...

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Somewhere in the general melee
we lost our imaginary horses,
                          ...

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A collaborative poem, written in renga format, or "linked-verse", by Timothy Hicks and Jesse Whitehead.

Verses in normal font are by me.
Verses in italic are by Jesse Whitehead.



January jest
drawing mustaches
in the newspaper

coffee to warm the hands
walking...

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It erosion my thought to Tyson bouts molded me to who I am today. Acid liquid rocks the precocious cockroaches disguising under the shade of table waiting to hit the night dinner. Sweeping smoke to...

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I met a lanky ol' feller th' other day,
An' I want ter tell ya'll about 'im if'n I may.
An' ol' slouch hat was pulled down on his pate,
An' he ambled along at a leisurely gait.

Slightly...

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All this global speech that once lauded your greatness has vanished.
My lips are crying today because of my misdeeds.
The harvest was completely washed away in the high winds.
Diseases and sicknesses, with fire, threaten scavengers. 

Because...

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Down on one's luck
Down to my last food stamp
The luck of the draw,
As luck would have it - I have no luck at all!

Don't draw lines in the sand
Draw funny looking mustaches 
On the photos...

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I AM A HERO
BLACK
Are you my kryptonite
To battle the powers that be
Discrimination, political 
Spirituals warfare
Sadly my powers that be ruled over me
I AM A HERO 
WHITE Are you my kryptonite
White supremacy, skinned heads
Wounded knees
Shaved cold...

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The taproom is a crush. 
You slide between heaving shoulders, 
squeeze between pockets
of overheated laughter 
to a small room set aside, 
a place closeted in smoky isolation.
Here the barmaid appears on the half hour or...

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IMAGINE THIS THAT HIGHER WATER RISES HAND HOLDS HAT ON FIRE--

Hurry, hurry before the lake rises, higher and higher;
It gets much getting much higher and higher;
I am in such denial, denial;
Wouldn’t place my hat in...

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Early Morning Times Like These

As I reposed one early morning
Upon my yellow lawn chair on
My freshly cut grass in warmth of
Summer’s blazing sun at eight am,
By my wrist watch,
I found myself half dozing off again
To...

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What child is this?
Stepping down to a semi dark tavern 
with an empty bottle at the age of five 
to be filled with ruby red wine,
fascinated by farmers sitting
at a rustic table, darkened by time
laughing...

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It’s a romanticized picture
hanging on my dining room wall,
1907 lumberjacks,
one perched atop lumber stacked tall.

It’s winter, and they have a sled
pulled by two horses, looking bored,
twelve-foot pile of logs they pull,
one teamster with long reigns...

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The Stone Story 
                         Authored by Chuck Keys

I was staring at...

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With weapons in his room he cannot much stay 
Alone with his decision to blow up an Embassy:
He was desperate for a last blues of the new day;
Recently known on net, a girl from Tennessee...

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Baby girl I know it seems so sad 
God always change his plan don't get dreary
cause in this game we gotta improvise
so my angel lady dry up them eyes
and it's so easy to let shed...

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He who shines as bright as day,
takes my heart
my superhero
your manly glory of beard and mustaches.
Under the broad shoulders of my man
there is a sensitive heart
across the land,
Walking along one day
beside you is my dream,
Time...

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Remembering in my Parents’ Prime
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Ah! This snowy still night, at bedtime;
Reminds me of the picnic pictures,
I as a boy would imagine,
Dad and mom must have had a great time
In icy Gulmarg.
Raising her veil, slightly smiling...

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The fathers of my co-workers all look the same
Short haircuts with a slight wave to the side
Mustaches – all well groomed 
White button-down shirts with generic emblems
White skin with a hint of tan
Thin bodies with...

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