Long Prettily Poems

"The Pages"

Missing all those years
like a page you could turn, 
a book you could throw casually aside, 
to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries;
at some point you turned around, 
and remembered, what you long...

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Rassaphrass’s husband LeRoy went out for garlic bread on a Tuesday.  She ate all the spaghetti and meatballs before he returned, to teach him a lesson, because he took too long.  He brought...

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Once upon a time there was a girl with a glass heart, so she had to be careful of falling in love or her world could be shattered apart
She wasn’t allowed to go out and...

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I was an ardent, competent astronomer, ever peering in midnight blue dark,
Like mysterious destiny, ever awaiting, meeting time in some emerald park.

Labor kept me up long of a purple night, like yellow, fiery stars come...

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I was given to the D’Mangos as a wedding present; I was silver, sparkly, and pretty full of myself. I have survived two children, a family brawl, a window peeker, a couple of heartbreaks, one...

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It was no cosmic coincidence that a persnickety intergalactic wise guy named Hub
with an arrogant swagger morphed into the center of a crowded  fast-moving Harlem jazz club 
on February 11th, 1933 at dusk, preplanned...

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The radio controlled emotion of a steel framed explosion happens not once nor twice or three times. Several sharp impacts equals a scrambled surface. Where no glorification of swamp residue exists for it glows and...

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Sleeping Beauty move over, you got fierce competition

Ain't no vicious rumor,
but dead serious joke
cuz no princess
can kiss bajillion times

to get yours truly woke
ah... just one garden variety generic
Geico Frog Prince
(in actuality I
wanna be caveman bloke)

nothing...

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My pal, Elsie has the biggest plans, grandiose almost, fantastically fun to hear about.
She is a complete delight to be around, and the clothes, hats, and shoes she wears really shout.
She keeps me in stitches...

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ce n'est pas un poème

For The Whimpering, Whining & Withering Lil’ Fools Amongst Us Who Quiver N’ Shiver Because When They Step Outside Their Door In The Dewy Early Morn Their Heads Come Close To...

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I smell something so beautiful!
Many different fragrances are drifting toward me.
So many sachets of poetry are prettily displayed.
Such visual delights!
I stoop to relish one - a citrus blend
with sweet anise and cinnamon.
Ah! How fun this...

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The eager rapt fervidness of my intense determination to meet my 
love in this beautiful meadow meets me with utterly charming silence.
He will be along shortly, I tell myself. He is sometimes late.

With sheer reverence...

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So many memories I have are summer-colored, like those walking-down-the-lane days recalled in various hues of green. Green for Grandpa’s cornfields spread all around us and green for the grass on which my sisters and...

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(Lyrics for Peter White's "Life's Story")

Life can be a cruise, a lovely cruise.
There’s no time to lose. Don’t delay this voyage.
Life can be a cruise, so come and take my hand.
We will leave dry land...

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My last hour but a pittance of innumerable ones before… How can this be that I 
did not see this time at hand. I, but a mere man, thought I was much more. Where 
did...

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Madison belonged to my grandfather 
a decaying house a legacy left by him to me.
As I approached her I could see a part of the roof 
was dangling on one side 
like a lopsided grin...

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15 of them begin the emotional ritual attired in silk & sequens,
they maneuver miraculously one after another on burning coals glowing violet,
the dance steps are heartbeats, curved & compassionate, their majesty is inviolate,
their Art is...

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‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  3 (of) 4 ) 



… Now, The Earl, had Spies, to keep Intruding Eyes On The Tryst of Secrecy
Beth’s Tresses, like Raven Wings and Eyes Emerald-Green, Became His...

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Wearing ragged and untidy clothes at night,
There was no make-up but a little dust on our faces,
With improvised instruments made by little hands
We let people felt the spirit of Christmas
Our voices, our innocence, our sincerity!
Heard...

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So many memories I have are summer-colored,
like those walking-down-the-lane days recalled in various hues of green.
Green for Grandpa’s cornfields spread all around us
and green for the grass on which my sisters and I used to...

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Seaweed strands woven prettily, unwind
spread tendrils of green sublime
the grace of a fluid dancer dressed up
to perform while the seagull cries
the afternoon curtain call

Incoming or out going, the waves turn
against the tide to ride for...

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ered, just like I would be if I ever found myself in Gossip Girl’s contrived version of New York 
City’s upper east 
side on a (b)lust
ery day and I saw prettily-pressed preppy clothes clinging to...

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(Hardly anything is known about Sappho, but no-one seriously 
doubts her greatness as a poet.  She lived on the Greek island 
of Lesbos (hence “Lesbian”) in the seventh century BC. All that 
has survived...

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All of sudden the day is ending again and the night approaches with giants steps to send this 
great world of ours,to a tender sleep, with her teasin' grin~ 
I open wide my arms welcoming...

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Skies bring happy tidings; Hear peals of thunder "clap"!
Lightning brings great illumination with no gap; 
Why should barren clouds move with no torrential pour? 
It's, thus, when my soul thinks, wings, begins the rare "roar"...!

Each...

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