Long Primped Poems

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Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's harmony,
lays waste to life on land and sea.
Mankind, thy name...

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Absolute deafening silence...

during and after a moderate snowfall
today January 19th, 2024,
within Southeastern Pennsylvania
and elsewhere across the Eastern Seaboard,
whereby blanket of whiteness
muffles sounds of civilization.

I hate a spoiler alert
regarding weather forecasters prediction,
especially when meteorologist
wannabe spouse doth...

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Roaring Twenties

Nostalgia and age like bacon and eggs,
With buttered toast and jam on the side for breakfast;
And coffee, and a glass of orange juice to drink,
And a memory in-between to rethink.

The day begins with boring...

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Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in refrain
rites and rituals --
enough to almost make this heartless
hooded old...

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Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella
Wrote of a girl named Cinderella,
Meant as a fairy tale romance.
Her daddy died when she was young, and she was forced to share his...

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Every friggin day
mother hen runs amuck,
while all chicken's
beady eyes appear awestruck
drawing particular
agitation, irritation, perturbation...

of Punxsutawney (Doctor) Phil
(well grounded) woodchuck,
the latter glaring at henpecked
yours truly rifled
tail feathered rooster,
whether communicating 

nonverbal sympathy
towards me, a garden variety
Gallus gallus...

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Drop dead gorgeous dark eyed bus boy chased
Peer assured status, focus of my fascination
High fiving idol guffawed and elbowed adjacent
Mates in droves, admirers in rows, dreamy Damon


Enriched to glimpse soap opera face as I boarded
From...

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The Mocking-Bird


He did n’t know much music 
When first he come along; 
An’ all the birds went wonderin’ 
Why he did n’t sing a song.

They primped their feathers in the sun, 
An’ sung their sweetest...

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Smacked my lips, primped my hair
Took a deep breath of the crisp cold air
Relaxed my shoulders, trying to hide
Deep feelings I had buried inside

Entering the room hoping to escape
The audience I knew I had to...

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tiny, plump, and new, not yet forced to feel the weight of the world.
growing, soft, and dirty, curiosity has called them to do its work.
diligent, fresh, and shaking, endless opportunities are just within reach.
callused, rhythmic,...

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Juice had a call that carried to the outer limits of the next galaxy.
We all thought he was a tad bit touched in his pure ecstasy. 
I think he seems more orange today, said a...

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We love this road,
it has trees.

The manicured ladies
stand upon the lawns,
beacon with unwinking eyes,
scrutinize beneath shading hands,
pry open primped lips,
proclaim their fierce love.

We love this road,
it has folks.

Those maladjusted to suburbia
hear and move on
knowing they...

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The singles ad pointed out to her was beautifully written.
Even though married, bored, Shelly was instantly smitten.
She told some big lies, so she could meet her soulmate.
They had a meeting place, and she agreed to...

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She looks in the mirror full of anticipation.
 A bright shining future with a good education.

 A beautiful smile with deep defined dimples.
 One day at a time, life seems so simple.

 Up bright and...

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Outside the four cafes, four dogs awaited their caffeine crazed owners.  Sniffing different street signs, taking inventory of who’d already been there.  Four dog “owners” exited the cafés.  A tall blonde, possibly...

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Primed and Also Primped

For Poetry Revisited this 2d Sunday of
July at Arbor Landing, Shallotte, NC
at Three PM. Always on second Sunday.

Prayed that my poems will be well-received
And in God I have always highly believed
While having...

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Nobody knows much about her
shadowy woman she
she haunts ill illumined corners
mostly vicariously.

Single-minded in her purpose
(focused on men of course)
one day she primped down her purse up
and side saddled her horse.

Prince Dick Whit, whom she had...

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PRIMP and PREEN



Passersby’s halt, they fear to walk by, to fall to this feline
in her prime. No moggie is she who’s primped and preened
in contemplation she flaunts her flair. Motionless as art, her
body’s dreadful covered...

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Every poem has a story,
	camouflaged, primped, made up and dressed to the hilt;
	fill ins, understudies and leads, 
        are rehearsed, played, acted out and filmed.
Within the start all...

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My clippers snipped on ruthlessly,
As if they were on their own.
I pondered on the short, sweet life
This once lovely rose had known.
Yesterday's blossom must give way
For one  waiting in the womb.
She had held her...

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PRECOCIOUS IMAGES

 power
to astonish
primped& glistening
 closely engraved
in a
narcissistic
  preciousness
subtle
 laced with
  arrogance
substantial
  boasts
  engaging conceit
  in structured
    fantasticals

 initially
an
aptitude for  colour
in a
 complex tangle
touchingly
inscribed
 with a typical
 contemplation
of
startlingly
delight
with
prodigious
 curiosity
which
lingers
 in the mind
so
palpable &
 infectious
   in
subtle
ingenuity

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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Tuxedo Tom was an old-fashioned, gentleman’s gentleman guy.
Born with a beautiful ruffled lace collar that made the females cry.
They followed him from town to town, begging him for a chance.
He rolled his eyes at their...

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Clear lake

a lake
clear
shady

Rarely do I hear a ripple
only of visions
on each puzzle

sometimes
I sailed
my paper boat
I let it drifted
lost stains
of view

Sometimes I let
small flowers
dance above you
primped
cozy
you kept

while drenched
sunlight

often
I let my body
Swung in your clearness

like a white...

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PRETENSIONS
a fantasy
  ego
self pleasing
sentimentality
  symbolizing the
figurative
in
bejewelled
   attire
in
distinctive
  gesture

so allegorical
&  memorable
floating
 surreally
  in primped
 pefection
yet
  pecularily
distorted
&
detached
  but still
signalling
the flirtatious
  in
meticulous
   unreality

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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