Long Sideburns Poems

Date December 31. 2040

Damian Stood on the ground floor
Of the new Mansion while 
GrandDad Hakim rested In the
Living room watching TV.  The
First level was half complete. 
Damian thought the pace needed
Quickening. He would have...

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Damian and Dolly met at the small Park 
A mile away from her and Molly's apartment.
They were touching loving kissing and a bit of
Caressing.  It was intoxicating.  To much
For a Park bench. ...

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I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks...,

(a poor excuse for legs),
and get me the latest
sophisticated prosthetics advancements,
whereat integration of cultured stem cells
into custom made appendages
allows, enables, and provides
unfortunate recipients of amputations
to experience sensations.

No more will...

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Coloring smiling faces donned with faux missing teeth,
and waxing poetic lip schtick adorned with moustaches

Swarthy, spooky, scary carved
pumpkin faces thickly materialized 
out of thin air
as Halloween holiday loomed near
yes... just an innocently naive fickle kid,
who...

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Chino

By Edmund Siejka

(from East Of Seventh, Local Gems Press publisher. Available on Amazon)


Waiting near a candy store 
For something to happen
Chino pretended to be his idol 
The 1950’s celluloid rebel
Marlon Brando.

While the film actor made...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe

My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly 
(me – a foo fighting,
eagle eyed, beatle browed, beastie boy...

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Then the guns roared!! and it was hard to distinguish the 
Hush from the roaring; the two seemed almost 
Indistinguishable. 
Was it the roaring, I wondered, or was it the hush that was 
The more...

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He was a rugged looking fellow, black hair cropped a little shorter than most under his 
dirty skull cap. His hair graying a little at the sideburns of his beard, betraying his unknown 
age. ...

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orwell’s moustache: PART I

the father of big brother
whose face can be found on the cover of 
animal farm or nineteen eighty-four,
his two most popular literary achievements---
he stares back at us with a moustache---
a pencil moustache...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious skinny scruffy scribe

Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,

savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility,...

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remember these rich kids
who moved from downtown 
Manhattan,
after the towers fell,
out into the uncharted territories of
Bushwick & those regions of
Brooklyn, which had once been
lined with 3 story houses (or fewer)
& whose skyline one could
see over,
when...

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Have you heard about my renowned uncle, Gladys
Who by sexual makeup had an Aunt’s status.

Well, he or she, you can use whatever you want;
Like I just said, this uncle is loosely an aunt.

Anyways, she had...

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Ghost in the living Room


This night, my abode is filled with absolute silence
And from the living room, the sound of loud banging on the floor
I am living in a neighborhood of crime and violence
So at...

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Please don't say Vegas.
We're halfway between Durban and Bloem',
so don't say Vegas, okay ?
Thankfully you found a way, reluctantly,
to settle on the right answer
without saying it out loud.
All the way to the beach,
so I hopped...

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The 50’s are special to me
Started High School in ‘52
Wore shrink tight jeans and cowboy boots
Long hair ducktails and sideburns too

Rock and Roll music was “the thing”
Meet your buddies with a high five
The girls started...

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My childhood memories of the 1970s in England

                     Flared trousers
     ...

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Reserved 
                     By Feo.

In a bar on Avenue A, on the television screen a woman...

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There once was a crooner with sideburns 
Whose lips howled and hips churned as he turned
   His first name was Elvis
   They called him "The Pelvis"
Until the day he flamed out,...

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Flower children
              colors galore
    summer concerts- screaming crowds
     warm beaches - California girls
  ...

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My life's been fine without you -- really has. 
A Belgian bar has opened in the square, 
and weekends, we do beer and tapas there, 
then Malcolm and Elaine's place, for some jazz 
and Jamieson's....

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Peace and love lots of slang man
I'm feeling groovy tonight
I was a flower child still stand
wishing we could all unite
although they protested
in their maxi dresses
and were getting arrested
I would've avoided those messes
mag wheels and jacked...

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The sideburns of the Maples
Turned another color in early October

I look in my Roman bathroom mirror
Person reflected is a stranger to me

The green children
No more than sprouts finding their blossoms

Are impossibly older than me
More ancient...

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I should not be far away
For a thousands of miles
Distance permeates each day
Its so hard to bear sometimes
You are right, I could be better
We may not have ever met
More a purposeful go-getter
I could be, and...

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An Aunties Wedding

There was an empty Players box 
flattened beneath the dancers
a scent of receding tide on the quay
swept, green, slick as hair oil 
bound by ginger sideburns
your dress shaped like a rocket to the...

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Adam stares wistfully outside
The back Gates of Eden
As Jesus curses His name
Whacking weeds with an idiot stick
God uses a hollow frame of a serpent
For a straw to sip ice cold lemonade
Beneath the shade of the...

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