Long Uncombed Poems

Rassaphrass’s husband LeRoy went out for garlic bread on a Tuesday.  She ate all the spaghetti and meatballs before he returned, to teach him a lesson, because he took too long.  He brought...

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Peter (my bf) is coming to town - tonight. I’m breathy with excitement.
My energy is so sick. “Someone scrape her off the walls,” Leong remarked, as I bounded out of my room this morning.
Lisa winced,...

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I aim to live in the here (ahem hair) and now...

despite entrenched familiar
obsessive compulsive disorder behavior
distracting me courtesy
countless what if scenarios,
particularly before undergoing
voluntary drastic makeover
as iterated in a previous poem,
and briefly recounted here
as foregoing Samson...

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Is ARANJUEZ a pining after the composer's mother ?

(Joaquin Rodrigo - 1901-1999 - who composed the " Aranjuez " concerto on piano in 1938/9 and which later was destined for the guitar and orchestra, turned...

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I re: egret forsaking gull friend where, heron eye twitter

Fictional account related
courtesy one pink flamingo.

Aves lusting for verboten tweet 
reed lubricious sin after giving
Twiggy another peck on the cheek.

Whenever this birdman 
alone with his thoughts...

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People came and went all night, welcomed by the warm evening, the 12-piece jazz band, rich restaurant aromas and the boundless night sky. I hear their enthusiasm as they’re escorted to their tables. These Geneva...

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Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.

Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant...

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A man came into church one day
Not sure what he would find,
Lately he had questions that
Were troubling his mind.

Many shook his hand and said,
"Welcome, please come in."
The music played and people sang
And something stirred within.

The...

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shoes untied, hair uncombed
waling the streets so all alone
tatted clothes ransack house
eating out trash cans day N night

OH NO! HE'S NOT ASHAMED
NO ONE IS TO BLAME JUST. . . HE'S JUST

HOMELESS


has a cold, twenty-four with...

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The Cry Of A Child

The cry of a child, sometimes we can hear. The cry of a child
sometimes can be seen. We should all be on the lookout to
see when a child cries.

Abuse can come...

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shoes untied,
hair uncombed,
just a run away,
no way to belong;
walking the streets so all alone
tattered clothes, ransack home;
eating out of the trash cans day N night
no way to belong
Homeless
has a cold twenty-four with a runny nose
this...

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Sometimes a Cowboy is sitting at the bus stopped waiting there for no one 
sometimes it is the drunk who sleeps there sometimes it is the...

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The wheels ran on the tracks of rail-
Through the window the air gushed as a strong gale-
Upon the two serpents rushed and dashed the mail-
Carrying many a reflection, which upon it hath set the sail.

Sometimes...

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Folks living by the coast line
have been given an unpleasant evacuation order, not a warning,
" Evacuate immediately, Sandy is coming with rain 
and strong gusts...some of you will refuse to leave town,
standing on the beach...

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hidden intentions
forseen      from afar
set in the dark
tracks in the stone
to posterity through cloisters
with empty streams
a desert
     of aged rivers
folds of nothingness
now run cold

treasures like rain
in abundance
lies
...

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I can still picture Janno – a sweet nerdy cross-eyed girl from my school
who wore unflattering clothing and oddly-framed glasses.
Her grandmother was my unsimiling fifth grade teacher,
and later in Junior high, her father was my...

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Peter is joining us for lunch in the cafeteria. I met him on a crowded Saturday morning at a coffee shop. He’s from the flammable, paper-dry, sagebrush hills of Malibu and grew up overlooking the...

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LUTHIER



His life path to music starts in the Caucasus forest
From his window is seen nothing but light woodland.
His bushy uncombed hair like the trees themselves,
As if he had grown out of the woods.

His workshop fingers...

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I remember you in all your faces
   from the photograph of a young girl
   surprised at being looked at, and later,
Sun brown and strong over the garden hoe
   or...

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My infancy was the time for imagining your unique beauty
As the saprophyte danced in the magical fountain of ambiguity
You ingenuously stole my pulverized heart with your duality
Your ironware, I mean those muscles, were more than...

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Wrinkled, but beautiful still
Even in decrepit apparel and uncombed;
Jagged skin and sensual fragrance lost
But still spongy her touch is and the smell
Only thing I’d miss the most in the universe.

Toiled through hardship and still...

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Beyond the times of struggle, I grew up
In blazing pursuit of success 
I sometimes lost myself
In depths of someone's envy
In closed limpid walls of mirror

Surrounded by many people
I perceived the very significance of life
They were...

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She had beautiful hands, I remember
Strong and brown and crude under the choking lamplight 
that wintry autumn of the potato blight
I saw them cringe and turn over and over 
She thought I’d fallen asleep, but...

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Around the Laptop
On my table
As if garbage dump
That is useful to me
As a worm in it 
Opened and a half or a few page read books 
Written notes never completed
As if a lunatic asylum 
Without...

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I saw you waiting there
In your dirty pants and 
Uncombed Hair.

I was watching as you 
took the cup of coffee from
the couple next to me.

while they smoked,
and talked of a vacation
they were about to take.

They...

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