Long Platinum blonde Poems

In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger;
their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust

pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers
—drama daring...

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THE THIRD WORLD WEEPS FIRST    
The other day I was perplexed so I  pondered and reckoned
It occurred to me that the Third World always comes second
The other night I came to...

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If, as hippy folklore claims, it never rains in California,
Then the watermark is never washed out of the phoney cheque,
And when you’re dead and gone there’ll be no one here to mourn ya
For it was...

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In order to understand , you should go to the poem "William part 1 "
   
Your back ..I thank you ! I know many disagree with the love one may choose to have...

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My image was dull drab and dreary 
(It hadn’t be changed for a while)
I thought that my hair had potential
... It was time I updated my style
But the last time that I’d had a haircut...

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Platinum blonde, gray eyes like the polluted clouds over a Kiev sky,
heavy black coat covers the dress her mother hated, 
a young woman in heels and hidden flapper dress,
its fringe brushed the skin above her...

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KNOW HER FIRST

I’d liken this hypothetical bar with any bar you’ve ever been into where a man ain’t a man 
until he’s done a few shots
I mean everyone in that damned place had the hots
As...

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I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always...

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She jiggled like pink jello into the store
with platinum blonde hair and red rouge on her face
the shoe clerk mumbled it must be 1950's day
watching her strut around with a hanky made out of lace

She...

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Penelope’s in a hopeless quandary, backed into a corner.
She enjoyed the flirt of youth. Had no one warned her?
She rejected freedom of reflection. ‘Who’s she? ...not a saint.’
Penelope painted on her face, mirror-perfection - faithfully...

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Alova ... 
she’s the leaven princess 
of oven bosom tear oppression

Her violet Persian neutering rug
has the sterile stench of
cougar mating feral aggression

It’s her purple passion
to Farsi emasculate with femme fatale hate
She’s a hardcase lover in...

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What is pretty?
Is it platinum blonde like sunlight and
Baby blue eyes like sapphires?

Is pretty so skinny your bones pierce your flesh
In a dead and grotesque fashion?

Is pretty lingerie drawn tight around your body
Showing all
Clothes that...

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TO RECOND THE RIGHT ROAD

The lovely lady announced she was going to nap in our bed
So it was imperative I write while dreams dripped in her head
One so lovely, one so rare upon our bed...

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Sarah’s ruby lips were all of a quiver
when she spotted Ted down on the quay
To a platinum blonde he would deliver
a gift Sarah is not yet meant to see

‘Quaint Roses’ is Sarah’s favorite perfume
she’d seen...

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Winter has arrived for a treatment and later makes a grand entrance at the 
hairdressers.
At home,forged metal, molten metal  ,blacksmith hammering a horseshoe.
Quicksilver mercury smooth metal  etched and inlayed with black enamel
Straw bale...

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A nice, curious white woman
asked Georgie me why
me no happy ta-day

I wore me nine-year-old frown
monkey-bar yea high
Lil’ black children grow up dat way

Me answer ta her,
was a look up ta da sky
Bad weather thoughts was...

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People have the wrong impression of your life; 
Seems you never liked your father’s second wife. 
You let the prayers of childhood go unsaid; 
Spent a humid adolescence in an unmade bed.  
Your sisters...

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You act ditty 
And try to hide the fact your pretty 
Platinum Blonde with Bobbed hair
With skin so fare its new born baby soft
That when you hold your head aloft
Both Men and Women alike stop
To...

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We were told to find a smart partner.
I invited the platinum blonde to be mine.
She told me that she was not that wise.
I said I thought she was; lying in my eyes.

She ignored this and...

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Clive’s wife is out of town for the evening
so he doesn’t have a second to lose
Feeling his excitement rising 
he nervously places his first order


The late night courier delivers a huge box 
Clive frantically rips...

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Dice clicking in loaded hands, empty pledge
Hair-shaking wetness on steamed windowpanes
Fingernail file passing on painted edge
Eye lashes blinking against flashing lanes

Grey Fedora and white knuckles knocking
Urgent business with platinum blonde and lace
Neon crackle and alley...

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