Long Starlet Poems

Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body 
c h a...

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(A call for the lights to dim as a single spotlight illuminates the legend Judy Garland, who is center stage. She wears a faded housecoat as her beautiful, brandy brown eyes hold a lifetime of...

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Everybody got a Hollywood life story
to tell
More meat on the bone
give juicier bites 
to sell
Nobody ever turns in a tarnished silver screenplay
Those warts and mistakes
get Photoshop casting couch edited away
Baby Jane rude attitude don’t make...

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Jack and Oliver were identical twins,
born way out there in Nebraska’s Sand Hills,
from the beginning everybody said Jack
was possessed of a remarkable will.

They said his small town would not contain him,
the country life was too...

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Bring me a cup of Java,  honey, and put some coffee in the water, will you?...

Whoa there! Bet you can feel the withering sarcasm in that simple phrase...
People, I welcome you to the world...

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Dear boy:

Do not enslave your thoughts to the ashes of Eden,
Do not build your hope upon the tight pocket of mental women learning to wipe out their sweat against the wall of your voicelessness and...

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Hither flows an isolated yet drowning droplet,
With a glistening shield concealing its gloomy core.
Straying across its share of triumphs and misery,
Within its own little sea world,
hoping to not be bruised when the ghastly wind whirls.
Hustles...

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...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)

 
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises...

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...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)

 
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises...

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...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)

 
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises...

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...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)

 
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises...

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Nirvana protégé podcast/youtube
phenom quite mature
talented young lass promising future
media attention did capture
overnight starlet exhibits bravure
generates profuse nonstop
outstandingly positive conjecture

nine year old greeted in France bonjour
mademoiselle so innocent and pure
guaranteed future success 
near anonymity one day
household...

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...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)


As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises of
a...

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              The Red Velvet Christmas Robe
 
Oh, that special Christmas, unlike the ones today.
When little girls wore such beautiful clothes.
Decades before jeans...

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Inevitably...
Insecurity walls are closing in on me 
I'm trying to give credit to all who has dealt with me at this present time 
I'm grateful...so thankful as you can clearly see or feel at the...

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Every one knows those cool old guys
who seem like they’ve always been there,
you see them in bit parts in movies,
they seem to pop up everywhere.

Sometimes they sing a new duet
with a hot, young star on...

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One little sidestep off the beaten track, 
Is a colorful garden of dazzling shades,
With blood red geraniums of scintillating hue
Interspersed by those of white and baby pink,
Where beauty sings mysteriously, 
Reigning in every theme, a...

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She exudes the struggle of acquiring autonomy from her “faux mother” charmingly characterized. dramatized, and energized by Jamie Lee Curtis. The ladder reputable, suitable and quantifiable role as  Doctor Tess Coleman transfixed at the...

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Pictures that hang on a wall in our soul. Snapshots of unending passions, as numberous as the stars. The smile of the blue eyed angel shutters the camera with a envy for her grace, focusing...

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I’m a-starting to *pavo tremble
this time of year
From all of the oven symbols
rack-et I hear

I’m a seasoned Mestizo pheasant,
best strutting actress
in the whole Oaxaca alfalfa field

But I’m beginning to feel a bite unpleasant,
putting on my...

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An empty tear bottle,
and a wine glass overflowing
with grief

Problem dissolving tablets,
disappearing        permanently

Scarlet lipstick note 
smeared 
on the bathroom mirror cabinet

Distress message too late received

Depression driven exit,
crash the perfect...

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To see the unknown is to grasp the strange
struggle with hallucinogenic disbelief of the deranged:
To arrange and rearrange the disarray of a mind 
nonplussed by a puzzlement of imagery that binds
one in loops of madness...

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Let dead rocks of reason lie on the way,
Let all logic, all do's and don'ts lie still,
The rules of grammar gathered yesterday,
Of metre and foot, let them let-down feel
If lines river-like flow to move ahead,
Let...

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She was an aspiring starlet, a real cutie patootie 
Folks were in awe of her natural beauty

She wanted to be a great Hollywood star
But she’s taken the surgery much too far

Her teeth have been fixed...

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Mysterious monarch of the sky micro fauna             									like the moth to the flame drawn to sweet purple perfume	 	    ...

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