Long Reddy Poems

To the end, the Home will uproot itself in nomadic urge -
The Flesh will ache to lift as paper from its delicate strands 
 with their reddy pulse, to float off as the slip of...

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Eyes furtive carry the reflected sheen of aluminium paint that is smooth a chrome flood
On the tin roof of the woodshed seen, with moonlight awash, awaking the dreaming scene.
The light has the tint of coyote’s...

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Dawn, Angie, Glori and Dale —
model citizens led the way
to their stage, all the rage
for seconds in time.

cool of Dawn Dolls —
icons of the seventies,
for teeny-tiny bills
a girl could own a million.

smaller in stature,
much harder...

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On a night in November with a full moon sky
There is a graveyard in the Highlands where spirits fly

Scriptures of old are chanted by the past
As they rise through the earth as the red ones...

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keep the music sorrowfully low,
so big daddy doesn’t hear.
the shadowy figures, surrender
and whisper in your ear.

the psychedelic colors flow
like the sea foam beat.
Angie, your chromatic hair
smells incandescently sweet.

locked and loaded, alone
with your beastie dreams.
your pillow’s...

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On a night in November with a full moon sky
There is a graveyard in the Highlands where spirits fly

Scriptures of old are chanted by the past
As they rise through the earth as the red ones...

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I awoke a clock and watched it countdown towards known silence,
I arose and given the floor the reason for its presence,
Day spent amidst the greenery moored to tawny sturdiness,
Morning sun entice the blooms their ascent...

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Caren was a poet, an artist, a painter, a player.
She played mostly with children
For they delighted her 
All the days of her life

Her own children grew up, so she taught school
So she could play with...

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The concert of my dreams would include Cher and Tina Turner.
Throw in Andy Williams, Perry Como and the Glen Miller Orchestra
Adam Lambert, Jessie Blaze Snider and Lady Gaga will be doing solos.
We will have Roger...

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We're nearing the end of another year
But this one feels different than before
As we mourn our heroines and hero's
Hearts of family and friends are sore

There's Eddy, Pete and Peter Green
They're guitarists in their own way
Lost...

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At my funeral they will be playing Helen Reddy
“I am woman, hear me roar!” Cher’s “Gypsy’s, Tramps and Thieves”
And Adam Lambert. I love all his stuff!
I will be sitting behind my grandchildren, sending them the...

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Helen Reddy, Cher, Bette Midler, Tina and Reba have all inspired me
Showing me women can be more than I thought women could be.
I am inspired by Adam Lambert and his predecessor Freddy Mercury.
They are both...

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I am woman hear me roar
Helen Reddy
1970's
I cannot hear it often enough
The NOW movement
She has unwittingly penned the feminist anthem
I think it is in the bag
To this day
I cannot believe women stopped the Equal Rights...

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It began with green eyes

Hair that blew redness

That lingered from somebody else,

A smile that gave rise to a sun

Cheeks that gave the moon its glow,

That lingered on somebody else,

Laughter that was undeniable,

Words that were so...

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