Long Tiffany Poems

After hiking on the trail one day, I was making my way back,
Immersed in balmy thrills of summer, and the sunshine attack!

Birdsong was in my ears, and fragrance of beauty all around;
And greenness like a...

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Non labor (relations) day September 1st, 2023 poem

Aye dream of Genie (as a lad din)
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania -
keystone state abbreviated as Pea Yay,
this stupid non huge poem
deployed courtesy scholar
really...a boot nuttin
butta an overrated allay
zee good for...

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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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POTD 6th Sept 2019

When the dawn kisses the dew on all thing that grow
and that first melancholy thought, ponderous and low
questions any relevant notions to how Time flows
shattering dreams and purpose as onward it goes

~...

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Time To Cook the Rolls 

“Honey, turn on the oven to 350; the movie is starting!”

Soupy Sales is kicking back with June Taylor at Studio 50.
He is flirting with her leggy dancers as they feed...

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I was a learned college professor, who was forever eager to know more,
As blue-gray waves, finding sandy beaches, turn to seek another shore.

I drove to work smiling, in those tangerine days, so glad for avid...

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Mookey and Michelle were lovers                           
Oh, how they could...

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The Capitalist


It was dark out
winds from the north
branches swaying over granite graves
The night seemed ominous

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Foxy Farrah, and best friend, Sarah, did lots of things together. 
They liked to laugh, they liked to play, in any kind of weather. 
 
When days were windy, their friend Cindy liked to join...

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Ms. Jealous girl thinks she's better than me
Why should you be mad at me for the things I can do?
I live my own life and do my own things
Why are you so jealous of my...

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Poetry Soup Hero's

Poets with golden ink and pens 
You make us move forward with your inspiration
With kind an honest, encouragement  and compliments 
Small act of caring all which has the potential to turn a...

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This poem is inspired by true events ... of
this fallen angel ... For she is the true
definition of "Fallen and Evil!" And I
personally had the honor of meeting
her ... up close and personal ...
and so...

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Baile con migo, hips made from the rhythm of merengés and cumbias, samba, swagger and a pinch of azucar mixed into my backbone. 
My first language was Spanish. 
Learned from sweet stories told by my...

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Where are you my sweet spring time,
I’m heart sink waiting for thee, oh beloved
Of all the seasons, thou ‘art my favorite,
For yours is the very breathe of life itself,
The Mystic Rose grows within your warmth,
Nourished...

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Resting on the beige leather couch
 next to the dimly lit tiffany lamp
He dozed off into an early night sleep

She smiled looking at him
 as She sat beside him
 rubbing softly  his tired feet.

She...

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(Taking headlines from October 1964,
the poem revisits our shared experience ...)

Monday 5: Fifty-Four East Germans Tunnel to Freedom

Back then, it was not in doubt,
(Richard Burton Tony Quinn):
the Wall was there to keep us out?
No –...

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Sometimes i hit the store 
purchase oldest pirates wine on the shelve.  
Other times,  
i take me out to a classy restaurant 
dine mercilessly on the delicacies my tummy can handle.  
But...

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In the delicate heart of the loving, no other can compare to the
Soft tender spirit of the one known as mother, what a cherished
Rose of tiffany glass, fragile, beautiful but in strength’s resolve,
A timeless piece...

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Never want my kids to see what I have seen
Little girls dreams broken at the seams
They say kids don’t remember the bad things
My childhood is made up of the sad songs that people sing
Grew up...

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From one heart to another, Uncle Carl you will truly be missed ... And
May God continue to bless you from beyond the heavens. I love you ... And
Auntie Connie, thank you for blessing me with...

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The antique paint chipped thermometer would not give up it's cache of mercury from it's 
frosted bulb even in the blinding brightness of the sun on the iced landscape.
    I remember peering...

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Oh, in inspirations winter dreaming, I’ve dream't
Of a mystic valley of the Aurora Borealis,
A chambered realm of frozen colors,
Exploding within reflected light aglow,
In the hushed silence of ice and snow.
Here the pondering thoughts are set...

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Dear God,
I come to you today because I need to know ... Why don't I have a reflection in the mirror every time I look within it? And why can't I hear my own words...

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Broken Eyes

Sun shining through 
My window
Begging me to greet the new day
I just don’t want to 
As sadness envelopes me 
All I want is to hide 
Forget to breathe 
Tears fill my eyes 
Not long...

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I want to go back to the days when words meant nothing to me 
I can’t mis hear words if no words are being said to me 
I can’t inherit wisdom if nothing’s being left...

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