Long Sewed Poems

At the footbridge Sue was meeting her beau
(He was married to a woman called Flo)
Sue soon found out his deception
She dismembered his erection
For his love life it was a massive blow

To the hospital fled poor...

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This is a tale of one of the orneriest dudes there ever was, and how someone much smaller, but easily more clever than he was, managed to cope with his belligerence.  

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Make Do and Mend,

Years ago we had jobs
We had fun and money in our pocket
Things were much better then
Once you could go out the door
And never ever lock it

But still so many struggled
To buy food...

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Femme Fatale By A Wishing Well 
  (In The Wastelands Of War)

Warm as breath on placid skin,
Soft as gentle summer rains,
Loud as natures angry clouds
That gather in ambushed lanes,
To confer with the wounded boys
Whose...

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Mine slovenly unkempt appearance spelled embarrassment

spurred by most recent therapy session 
with Renee Cardone
whereby thematic thread
stitched how yours truly sewed
coping modus operandi,
viz avoiding emotionally volatile situations
courtesy mine trademark signature reactions 
rather than be in compliance...

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My mirror breaks, I pick up a shard,

But find it bizarre that all I see is nothing but scars, 

My veins filled with black tar, shaking, beaten and starved,

I carve your name to my arm,...

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Harry was waiting at base camp for his party of tourists
hoping that Beverly and her children would not be rowdy.
When they finally arrived, he got them settled in their tent.
Once unpacked they joined him in...

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I’ve made my entrance into this world.
You looked at me with your eyes you did adore.
Your love and protection I could feel
My name you gave me was written and sealed.
You held and nurtured me all...

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You didn't go out and just buy a costume
at least not when I was growing up.
You had to be more inventive
than just going out to shop.

I learned that simple things 
can make wonderful costumes, too.
I've...

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Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of one January 2000 day
the Harns family desperately sought a place to live – “hay
there” Nelson Swartley (an independent realtor) 
politely responded bringing unwelcome news viz our sos re lay
informing...

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Grandma’s Hands


You wish me plenty good things
Your safe travels and good fortune 
I rightly claim 

Your purpose and plan you’ve acclaimed
Your poise and gentle grace , angelic 

Your only spoon of rice you gave your...

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I have traded in my broken wings,
Replaced them with these shiny horns,
Knocked my dusty halo to the ground.
Lost my love so what's the good in me?
Still crying these tears over you.
They have become acid killing...

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~                 Unrolling the fabric by the yard
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LIVING OUT OF SUITCASES
There was a time when everyone lived out of a suitcase!
Not just the homeless, the free spirits and the spirits of the free!
But everyone did live out of a suitcase.
Today, we are...

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O mother, who was so beautiful, yet, troubled with everything 
that may affect on the son’s well being; and therefore, grew old.

O mother, who was so elegant, yet, was so concerned about her son;
she always...

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Last night your ghost passed by me
Riding a bicycle with a basket
And oh, how badly I wanted to be in that basket
Like E.T,
Finger lit and pointed
Guiding us to my home
Where I was a little girl
Sad...

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i remember the houses through the years where we lived with our parents,
The Magnolia house when we came to Canada with our father and mother.

Our parents had a beautiful wedding,
Mother had a beautiful wedding dress...

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I have such good memories of our beautiful mother and handsome father,
Days and nights of growing up with them.

We lived in beautiful houses, the Magnolia house, the Chopin house and the Lorne Park house,

Grandma Elfrieda...

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1.My familiar crow

A cheerful crow named Matryona lived in her small house.
I drank tea with her and observed,
As she played with a wind in leapfrog and chased the moon at night.
Probably, she thought, that the...

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Sew Sorry

A shaft or gear is stuck or broke
The needle won’t make one more stroke
I cannot sew because of them
I can’t repair my pant leg’s hem
I cannot make a blouse or skirt
I cannot sew –...

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I’m startled,
by a loud voice,
in the middle of MORNING!
I wake up,
 to someone,
 yelling and MOURNING.
Screaming and CRYING!
 Yelling the words, he’s too young,
 to be DYING!
His mother’s crying,
 I thought the young dies GOOD,
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Mr. Wiggles the stuffed “punk pig” , he wasn’t always this way. Before the safety pins in his little nose and “Dead Kennedy’s” patch on his soft, fuzzy, pink back, he was a loving, clean,...

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When Frankenstein got too lonely he made himself a friend,
He made him out of the spare parts that Igor would nightly send.

He built a pal who would be loyal and would stay right by his...

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Jock stumbled - pals called him a wus
(No injury was obvious)
But Jock bruised his willy
And now he feels silly
With todger strapped up in a truss 


WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON

Old Jock had injured and bruised his...

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