Long Paisleys Poems

Angela, Andy, Amber, angels, ambience, attitudes, altitude, all-purpose flour.
Beds, breakfast, brightness, brevity, butter pecan ice cream, bald eagles. 
Cali, Carolyn, Chelsea, creativity, compassion, craftiness, cleverness. 
Dick, Daisy, Dwight, Deborah, dare devils, delightful deeds, designs.
Emily, Elise,...

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what planet could this be for boys of ten
and then one hundred

movement felt, 
looking at the hardened grain
of hands caressed 
with fingers pressed against themselves 

absorbing stillness’ breath 
suspended in each air a pair 
of...

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“Welcome to Kansas Sofa Mart. How are you today? Looking for anything in particular?”
They look like an odd couple. He is old and ugly; she is young and cute. Too cute.

Husband glares. Wife runs toward...

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Why is this blank paper staring at me?
It’s getting annoying, so I stare back,
but the winner of this contest is already decided.
Why is it getting under my skin?
Possibly because by the 6th line of this...

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Fantastic that you take so much energy from others
They shiver, shake, crackle, and frolic into your life
Not realizing you are the energy-stealer.

I curl up with my cat and my books, comfortable 
No, thriving, now that...

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Fire sparks, dragon scales, Lucy's hair
If I were limited to seeing and wearing one color
it would be orange

Bright vivid neon orange in paisleys or polka dots
Not the orange of tabbies, but the glowing gleaming orange
of...

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My hearts on the shelf.
I put my heart on the shelf today, without cunning array, or tears in vain.

A closet next to a furnace with wool clothing that’s not highly desirable.
The argyles, and paisleys are...

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Some cats have paisleys, some have plaids.
Some wear neon’s, some wear angel wings. 
I am Sun God Cat of Polka Dot Blind Fold.
I wear polka dots in all colors, and they sing. 

You can call...

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How do you like my new bedroom? She asked me.
It was bright cheerful, colorful, with wonderful touches.
I loved it as much as anyone has ever loved a bedroom.
Because it reminded me of my childhood, my...

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Serpents, scorpions and owls
are things I can’t endure.
The contents of a bovine’s bowels,
albeit as manure,

or monks in over-shady cowls,
their faces kept obscure,
the sex-life of the larger fowls,
for me hold no allure.

Threatened badgers’ hostile growls,
an overflowing...

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Gorgeous designs in unusual paisleys
delight me in this shattered masterpiece
In the bowels of the background unknown creatures lie
I squint my eyes, trying to decipher and decide
The screen is beautiful now, and it has character
Something that...

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Golden plush juicy olives filled with colors sea bright  
from the southern border tall beautiful daisies
that remind me of my mother's floral dress of paisleys    
Alpine mountains that echo my father's...

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Yellow, orange and pink were the modern colors of the late sixties.
Stripes were being worn with flowers, and paisleys were big.
Artists were daring new things never dared before in recorded history.
Helping to lead our flexible...

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