Long Nutcracker Poems

             
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"Kris Kringle Kisses Kalliope"

A Dream: the 4th Christmas.





deck the halls 
with memories
poets whisper pasts
that are ne’er forgotten

where presents 
a life 
that’s neatly wrapped
and attempts at 

frostily forgotten 

tucked under
that big 
beautiful
green fir tree

where all the...

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Silver Angels, with golden wings,                          *    ...

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The water fluttered under the glass boiling in envy of itself
Marching to the sleek inner coating along the candid sphere like a band of drums ready for war
bubbling in heavy camaraderie the steam spoke a...

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My memory lane
Entertainment in can’t complain
That would be lame
The Great White Way BROADWAY	
My time at the Town Hall Theater on West 43rd Street in New York City
A City big and wide known as the Big...

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THE NUTCRACKER…SWEET

In my 69 years I had never seen the Nutcracker Suite…never experienced the ballet….never heard Tchaikovsky’s entire score…that is…until yesterday.

As I sat captivated by the music…by the dancing and the fact there were no...

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snowing tonight ~ whispering, luminescent, dazzling,  
air misty ~ wind calm, serene, 
sights outside blurred, indistinct through the hazy window-panes, 
rooftops getting blanketed with white laces ~ 
a picturesque winter wonderland, 
treetops embellished with silver ornaments, 
grasses caressed by...

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Born wearing ballet shoes
without knowing,
far in the deep nature, 
in the Sakhalin Islands,
a ballet star opened his eyes
for the first time.

Warmed by the love of his
family, he grew up happy
until his life changed.
He travelled without...

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Written: October 22, 2023 For Brian Stand Contest
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Lonesome
gorgeous tree
almost standing straight
I discovered the splendor there
decorative branches is wonderful
can the candied...

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Thrift Store Foreshadowing
                              by Odin Roark

Inventory...

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The salmon tasted like the seashore, 
like salty air and gulls crying,
flying overhead on the cold breeze. 

It tasted like relatives coming together
around a picnic table, laughing,
talking as the feast is spread,
as the ocean stretches...

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Drums beating
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The puffy, stomach-fattened mouse is closing in on the ballerina.
They do a pirouette around the stage, and the crowd goes wild,
But silently.  This is an auditorium, and we are taught obedience
By the mere reverent...

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Dogpaddling the Styx

Dogpaddling cross the Styx
To be with old Tom Mix
But Charon was there 
Demanding he be paid
So an uppercut a bit
 sorta laid back the twit
the deal was made
We reached the foreign shore

Side stepping...

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It seems so long that I must look
Among most girls, their attraction lures 
But with this sight my angst does unhook
And my eyes do end their tours 
The unpolished cover of your book
To suddenly turn...

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I am born by the nutcracker who dances so freely in the winter land of Christmas tales and the belongings spread over the snow covered lanes..
Where have I gone so strong?
There is a qualification for...

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This bowl of lobster shells 
looks very pretty
and yet so sad.
The bright red carcasses 
all cracked and emptied out
have served me well
with their luscious innards
of tender sweet flesh
unctuous with brine and butter
that sated me
and gratified 
my deep-sea desires
for this ultimate
New...

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WOE IS SHE
“Was ever woman in this humour wooed?
Was ever woman in this humour won?”
Is the theatre of the absurd the new market place for suitors?
Her the jester unbeknownst to her,
Juggling objects too far from...

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      Gus shook his head and began pairing 
everyone up in teams...
Then, WailersWitch walked in.
Followed closely by EllenDegenerate 
who was sniffing behind WailersWitch 
and snaking the air with her forked...

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I used to be insane about decorating for Christmas, it was a breeze.
Santa, Mrs. Claus, Rudolph, Dasher and Dancer covered my house
Gingerbread bedding and toilet seats were blinking Christmas trees
had a Frosty the snowman light...

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love sits
in that frozen phonograph of life
a broken record
playing the same bit of song
over and over and over
not knowing when to stop
not knowing when to start
it’s a hard feeling
on this record player
that always skips our...

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Icicles hung from the roof 
like translucent fingers 
Clawing towards the ground 
While behind the eaves, 
She brushed her plain brown hair 
Tired gray eyes in the mirror, 
Discolored around the fringe 

And gravity pulled...

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Icicles hung from the roof 
like translucent fingers 
Clawing towards the ground 
While behind the eaves, 
She brushed her plain brown hair 
Tired gray eyes in the mirror, 
Discolored around the fringe 

And gravity pulled...

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The Christmas Tree                                ...

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It isn't looking to me at all like Christmas,
There's been no ice, nor sleet, nor snow.
I've heard no jingle bells in the air,
Or caroling on the square,
Or seen anyone anywhere
All bundled up like an Eskimo.

And...

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