Long Saggy Poems

The Fallen and the Angel

The droplets from the sky
Landed on her wounded shin
That pierced through her shivering body
Like a needle intruding her skin
The scarlet eyes of hers
Peeked through her saggy blindfold
All people turned into a...

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Learning disabled, hopelessly unemployed
Troy can't write the address for his next interview.
Warehouse stock, 331 Tiffany Street, in the Bronx.
His girlfriend, Trinity, also unemployed,
with one child by Troy. She's more resourceful
but doesn't realize it. For one...

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I watched the shadows move and the curtain rise, and the moon suddenly appear from underneath the star lit skies, the clouds drift slowly and fade in the dark, and a bright light suddenly appeared...

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Winter has blemished my skin 
leaving deep wounds inside 
there is still no sign of spring
but joy was overflowing within.

I took an afternoon stroll along a quite path 
searching desperately for a new start
the sun...

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Chapter 199
When I held the mirror up to my face
I saw beauty.
Not the kind that could start wars,
But the kind that could end them.
"I'm beautiful," I repeat until the words don't sound foreign to me.
A...

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The  sirens are gone now
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You’ve reached a certain age when life has set you free
You can cock a hoop at protocol; do things that aren't PC
You can swim in just your underpants; be a gentleman or lout
Speak your mind...

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How much more can we stand
To witness the killing of "Another Black Man?"
Walking with a friend, these two meet
Words were spoken, get the “F” out the street
Getting out of his car, taking this shh… a...

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I am so glad to be here,
With eyes so bright – they swirl of chocolate.
Content and breathing.

Thank you.
Thank you for these small feet and cute black painted toe-nails
That can fit into shoes and leave foot...

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It happened many years ago, just after World War ll.
When I was just a little girl with lots to see and do.
A visit to my cousin's house, ten miles northeast of town,
Would cause the frown...

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V1

Connie was a looker, forty years ago.
Connie's still a looker, she looks like cookie dough.
You'll often find sweet Connie, talking to a mirror
Sayin, "Mirror mirror on the wall, please shrink my saggy rear!"

Chorus:  

Connie,...

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It was in the month of December, evening.                           ...

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"The Three Ages of Woman," painted by
   the noted symbolist named Gustav Klimt;
from Austria, late-nineteenth century
   till early twentieth, he left his mark.

At center, woman with her child held close;
 ...

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OL Doinyo Lengai    

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There’s a thing called Corona that’s going around,
and the yakety-yak of it’s bringing folks down,
for it’s not like some circus that’s coming to town!
If you turn on your telly, you’ll probably hear
lots of news shows...

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Get out of my way!
I’m in my car and I’ve got to be first all the way.
I’ve got to prove something about myself.
Number one me all the time, has to be me, no one else.

Get...

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Begrudgingly I grab my raincoat rolling my eyes back sighing, not again
Now SHE, she jumps up and down acting like she just won the lottery.
Slipping on rubber boots I ask, you really want to walk...

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MAN
My eyes are puffed and wrinkled
And I have a triple chin.
My hair, with grey, is sprinkled
And, in parts, has grown quite thin.

My stomach is extending
And where once was a six pack
There’s no use in my...

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MY BEAUTY
Piece by piece
I will remove them
I will undo them now.
I will undress now
Like the stripper you wish me to be
I will throw them at you
Daring you to grab them
Measuring how vast your desire is
Seeing...

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Grief and fear long held me too frail to welcome any new year.
An accident vanished me to despair where at best, I lived pail.
Then love’s light availed me with strength to befriend my limits
and grow...

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It’s time for our youth to take a stance they can start by simply pulling 
              up their pants.
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The years have flown by,
Without me realising of all
That I have been missing out in our world
The years, with the speed of light,
Have brought me to stop wanting
To glance into my mirror,
Unable to bear the...

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In Our Hearts (Legacy)

When we lay you, gently,
in the most glorious mahogany box.
And you are borne high on shoulders of six pallbearers.
When we march, lazily, like a pack
of starving school children, 
dressed in black robes...

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Mirror mirror on the wall
I see my light brown eyes staring back at me

Mirror mirror on the wall
my petite size that never got any taller

Mirror mirror on the wall
my body that still look the same...

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He clamors from a distance
   He then enters,rolling popping eyes,lips saggy,
   He trys to get support  from  the feeble pillar sile,
   He misses it,falls with a thud...

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