Long Velveteen Poems

Please help yarn hexed door neighbor...

Yours truly pinned down by invisible 
vestiges of coronavirus and
getting attacked from angry plague 
of buttons, plus huge spools of yarn
grossly mistook me for human sock 
to seal and line...

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For several years I'd worked as a life coach, assisting clients day by day,
Like blazing colors in the shank of the evening, chases deep blues away.

It was an occupation that I enjoyed, as helping others...

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Overrun by stuffed subdued teddy bears...

of diverse and sundry sizes engaged 
in woebegone wild rumpus
as a last hoorah 
for diversity, equity and inclusion,
whose somber bowed heads
(hide their snickers
just a kiss away)
their backsides mimicked 
tufted heavenly...

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Wergle Flomp Good Humor 2023

The following constitutes a rather 
twisted as a pretzel SUBTITLE:

I dash with my jiggling boobs in an attempt to escape... 
being overrun by teddy bears and beanie babies
while carrying out heavy...

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I've always admired 
horses
and I guess I most surely 
always will
No legend without em' 
complete
The unsung heroes of 
any heroic battle

Pony, colt, filly or mare
ride it bareback if you 
dare

Ride them to a trot, ride...

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A (growing) menagerie of stuffed animals And Beanie Babies

The following doth constitute
combination of fact and fiction
unfortunately not sentences
referencing overactive spousal glute
though sphincter roaring
could muscle us into ample loot
(after wife explodes open bank vault)
versus ass spire...

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EARTHLY TO HEAVENLY MANSION 

When I think of a Mansion I think, 
of one with “Vintage appeal,”
Stone architecture, welcoming pillars, 
A monumental royalty feel.

Great palms and great magnolia trees,
Defining the estate’s history, 
Pathways of fragrant...

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O n c e upon
 a medieval arc, 
when the coral night 
 was engrossed in 
     fuchsia epitaphs of fireflies,
your fingers,
  embalmed
in the fangs of february moon,
shredded the love...

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"Wolves"



Pulchritude is not a beautiful word.

Dark can be beautiful
when walking with wolves
hearing their stories
sad songs of love lost 
soft they begin 
and then hungry
for the essential missing elemental,
they can be heard harshly calling, 
after a...

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I'm torn in poetry ~ 
like a fractured syllable 
scattered across 
altars of glistening gold, 
mirroring the maskless faces 
of those, who once 
sold their sanctity for sins. 
Perhaps, there's a
cursed moonlight, 
to which I'll...

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When the saint sun
is reborn from
the womb of wisteria,
rising above symphonies ~
scripting a saga,
of enlightenment
and coral coloured karma,
I ripple in rosettes,
as an avatar
of himalayan heartbeats ~
gently gushing
in lavender lullabies
of golden Gaia ~
her earth-glinted garlands
cradling me
in...

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I still reminisce when it was raining incessantly at 3:55 a.m. in the nascent ticks of time on a wistful wednesday. My skin felt the spark of crying hail and maybe, the snow-storms melted too...

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When cyan night's 
raspberry moon
is dipped in softness 
of the afterglows, 
I gaze at that glossy
first evening star between 
creamy fingers of 
my cherry palm, 
which trace lunar kins -
those angelic fireflies, 
twinkling and pirouetting,...

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Written: April 24, 2024
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Tread of life
   ...

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One lone rose tumbled from the basket,
the same as the others but set apart
All were beautiful. They congregated
in one basket, these Southern belles,
but she, with her pink cheeks, tumbled,
she’d cut her ties. She loved them,...

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these fingers want to click
out the words that accurately emphasize
the magnitude of the sudden
suffering i feel
a deep melancholy
that sprang at me
out of the dark 
beyond my velveteen bed
but these fingers can't seem
to do this feeling...

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Act I: 
Gaze a burning gift of a rainbow kaleidoscope reflecting a passage into the wavering pine of mesmerizing clouds and surreal meadows with candy mushroom tops and valleys of poured sugar. 

Did this mean...

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Perhaps being something of a contrarian and historian
I like to spend Sunday mornings playing American Top Forty reruns on the oldies station
because I enjoy the songs and stories related to me by Kemal Amin Kasem

Also...

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I’m standing there, watching the Perfect perform.
Even with my hard work I feel like I’m stuck in reverse
The Perfect can do what I try to do, only better
She makes me feel like a simple street...

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“Slips the Blue Satine”



Desire bites 
a sonnet ripped 
where the voice projects
through glossy cherry bit lips
down a telephone line
wrapped around long legs

speaking soft words
welcoming you in like a quilled whip

Freedom bites
a too serious sonnet smiles
then...

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In the garden of the almost blossom
stood Heirarchy the leader of the Neverwere
He paused as the Varenbirds disappeared within themselves
as they circled high above.
The velveteen sunrise shimmered above the diamond mountains
fractures of blue and reds...

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If the sun married the rain - It would become a rainbow (quote by poet)

This aquamarine aquarium is a prismatic prison,
reflecting a reality of a pseudo persona
and I've become tired from pretending
behind this veil of...

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Oh well and the first time I ever saw you
an Ocean of emotions came crashing down
upon me it was magic by the full moon and
waves off the velveteen sea
You took me by the hand and...

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There is more to a flower than  just a flower
There's a spreading fragrance surrounding the air.
There are velveteen petals, falling and scattering,
all over my skin, and a daisy in my hair.

There is more to...

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twas the bright idea of zee missus aye air
and dedicate this poem
(yes tis correct, if you bare
lee remember this mister

did formerly she push duck clear
addressed said spouse
"my little buttock blaster" en dear
ment - for obvious...

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