Long Vivian Poems

L'Assimilation – Non! Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “Assimilation – No !” by T. Wignesan

Born Kathleen Jean Mary RUSKA on November 3, 1920, in the North Stradbroke Island, off Queensland, she was deemed as an aboriginal...

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I may as well concede the obvious. I was an incorrigible workaholic,
Who was always so driven to succeed, that working replaced all frolic.

I was the co-owner of a business, along with my lifelong best friend.
Together...

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There was this boy that I once knew 
So handsome, so sweet.
And with just one touch from him I swear I'd get so weak.
He would tell me I was beautiful, and he always made me...

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Gentlemen,  behold, the wild yet curious Laurentia, an unexplored beauty,
Welcome to Utica, Latifundium Africanus Magnus
I am Titus, the overseer of this plantation wherein sweat will pay and you will stay
learn your tasks as a...

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selfish love
love was all I ever wanted back 
I never needed nothing else 
treat me good 
show me care 
am a woman remember
tell me those truthful lies
that brighten my mood 
to a lovely smile 
that...

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P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 18

Thomas Flood                  ...

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Johnny Cash had great
Compassion for the
Working class and the poor.
‘I fell into a burning ring of fire,
I went down, down, down, 
And the flames went higher’
Johnny Cash, a fifties and sixties, a
Much applauded singer,
Fans chased...

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This is a tribute to my Uncle Tom.  He died from Covid 19 last week, even though he was healthy and strong.  He was my Dad's last surviving sibling, the baby of the...

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Vivian, my eighty-years-seasoned neighbor, called Vi, is a mystery only to those who did not return her first cheerful “hi”.
She is an open-book person, ready to love and accept everyone.  I met Vi the...

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I bought an old steamer trunk,
At the flea market one day.
It was still in great condition,
Though the paint had some decay.

I brought it home, then cut the lock,
And I took a look inside.
Letters, old clothes,...

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This Easter Morn dawns bright and clear,
With all the folks I hold most dear
Coming to spend.the blessed day.
The sun is with them on their way.
They  accompany me to church that day
As is the ardent...

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The Shutterbug (Vivian Maier) -by Trevor McLeod


She shot through life and captured photo.
Dismissed her name for art.
Took thousands of great photographs
and in the end did part.

Her photos came from on the street.
Rich characters and buildings.
While...

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Be Juliet to my Romeo?
If Tony, I’m Maria seeker,
The Dexter to my Tracy?
Or to Jamal my Latika?
The Ilsa to my Richard?
Or in his case known as Rick,
In cartoons, still important,
Be the Minnie to my Mick?
With...

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Miss Vivian, our precious girl,
    On this, your special day,
Your Mimi and your Big Daddy
    Just have one thing to say:

Oh, happy day, sweet little one,
   ...

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Vivian walked a tighter path
than she would have believed.
For one with anonymity
she would be deceived.

A public figure she was not.
Her life spent between images.
And when at home it wasn't hers
that landlords brought her scrimmages.

Her photos...

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Bulky blue-purple bottle
Rounded and smooth
Sharp etches of gold 
It’s heavy 
But the weight is comforting
You can smell the musk from a foot away-
Without even spraying a spirits

Sprayed on a stuffed mouse
Doused on a t-shirt ball-
Wrapped...

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The mystery behind love
	Your love I dare to sample;
Will you bear being my example?
The mystery that you declare is ample;
Enough to scare Ocampo;
And lure him to kiss my ankle.
	Who cares to know?
How the bear stoops...

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I miss that old playhouse of brilliant plays 
And when I used to go see a show 
Vintage but very classy 
And I miss my uncle rod 
Who used to be when he was young...

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For Vivian, there was peace.
For her photos; much to say.
It's not that Vivian didn't try.
Vivian didn't play.

To sell her photos; only dreams.
Vivian's wait pursue.
And in her death
soon came through.

Her photos up for auction,
one could not...

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Well, what can I tell you about both my names?
I'm not quite sure where I should start,
'Vivian' means 'lively' which raises a smile
to friends of this tired old fart.
It's not very common as names for...

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Movie star eyes
Perfect caramel skin
Screech. That would be too perfect.
Change that to something pastier
Alabaster maybe

The monster in the mirror 
Smiled with her green eyes
Vivian Leigh maybe?
She watched her face transform
But she added the caramel
And she...

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Miss Vivian, my heart is full
to stay with you a while,
to see your precious cherub face,
your impish little smile.

You have your father’s countenance,
your mom’s full head of hair -
Indeed, both fearful, wondrous made,
exquisitely, with care.

Our...

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He is Sir Fabulous Fabian 
Supporting a neighbor lesbian,
Whose name is either Miss Bibian
Or one that sounds much like Vivian;
Would by the neck her haters grab
And force them to board a fast cab…

I had my...

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She hides a jar of dread
Underneath the bed
With other bottled pains

Until her feelings rust,
Collecting tears and dust
And cobwebs of old shame.   

But when the night arrives,  
She's just a name on a...

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Clark Gable Vivian Leigh,
both have a place in history.
If we look back is it true that he sinned?
His words have survived, they haven't "Gone With The Wind".

Nineteen thirty nine the world was in shock,
all those...

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