Short Collars Poems

In round collars,
O-shirts,
Not T-shirts!...

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no blue
no white ones

following the cash flow
they all turned red
...

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its soul food
its what i choose
i love to boil
in oil
and cook this stuff
my theme
is
collars greens and beans...

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make water hot
boil a lot
collars green
and butter beans
meat  that lean
than let it cool
TO
COOKE SOUL FOOD...

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i like ham hops
love pork chops
when i shop
i buy collars greens
and butter beans
 this  my eating theme
and
DOWN SOUTH FOOD DREAMS...

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Gave Mr. Bro’ man a couple of dollars,
with a frown gave he a backhand holla
Said my alms were light,
and my palms were tight
Man, how I hate ingrate red stop collars!...

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Stiff winds blow
Men pull their collars tight 
A hard, chlll drizzle,
   knife-sharp razors,
   piercing makeshift armor

Against a drab background
Smoke-gray clouds sweep the sky
   without making it brighter...

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Muted pylons
with frayed collars
Rusted like Copper
with past Trips to Goa
This and that marvellous memories
on Olympus OM2 SLRS
Mighty escapes
from youthful dalliances
Aged without permission
Now old acorns
educating new students...

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The piano preening proudly center-stage
Her keys dazzling diamonds
While patrons crane stiff collars
To steal an unfettered look.
The lights dim, pin-drop silence
As the soloist, majestic, breathes deep
  ~ An elegant flick of his wrist...

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When out for a walk yesterday
I bumped into our local padre
He wears rainbow dog collars
Looks a million dollars
He is proud to admit he is gay!

01~14~17

Fiction write which was
Inspired by reading about a gay bishop in the UK...

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Big malls and mega-stores, equals small houses,
With Waring spouses,
And children often the losers.

Making cents, not sense,
Politicians talking nonsense,
About skyrocketing rents.

When will the penny drop,
About the way we shop,
So, we can wear collars less hot....

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There are those with white collars
they make the world to repent

There are those with blue collars
they make the world to grow

There are those with iron collars
they make the world secure

But there are  those with black collars
they make the world a selfish desert...

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Hills And Hollers.
Old Dog Collars.
Is All He Has, From His Youth.
Pelts From Some Skunk.
Rusted Farm Trucks.
That's All He Sees, In His View.

Old Cream Can, At The End Of The Drive,
That Holds His Mail Box.
Once In A While, Someone Will Stop By,
To Ask About, His Ole Pet Fox....

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The coats are falling all over each other
We have tried to separate them
But they like being close and chummy
Pickpocketing each other's pockets
Rubbing their collars upside
Each other's necks
Sniffing and snorting
Grunting sometimes
This is when it is not easy
to be a coat check girl...

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Sometimes when the night
crawls upon me
I go out
to look at the people
who's faces have
slipped out
of their contours
slid down
to rest
on collars
features
dripping down
on the
ash grey asphalt
and
under lonely lampposts
everything
fades
into puddles.


© Gry W Christensen...

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When comes the rising of the Sun
The joy of darkness returns to
That place from which it has once grew
Freedom expressed once was depressed
Collars and shackles now gone
Soon your body will be on the mend
Lesson Saturn teaches does tell
Life repeated cycles comes pain
Love changes the merry go round...

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Winter's freezing cold wind holds close
when my eyes captured you walking slowly
each step was a fluid motion of grace
dark orbs met in a moment of understanding
as our hands in unison found clarity
and with only a hint of acknowledgment
lifted our warm collars to stifle the wind
as we silently passed one another
while walking in the snow...

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softporn saxophone
botex for the soul,
strained faces only

held together by skin;
gluteal muscles for
nylon hearts and sweaty collars,

porcine,popeyed,
each mouth fallen open
like a gallow`s trapdoor;

the delight at a 
big dame battleship
built in stereo

that makes aftershave
boil under matching ties;
littlemen reduced to red....

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Lois looked super dainty and delicate
With lace collars and tiny white linen gloves
Shiny patent leather shoes and pink ruffles
she sat as if on a throne, a little princess

Her three brothers knew better.
They called her the lava flinging volcano
When they riled her, she gave better than she got
She was a terror, cloaked in a little girl costume...

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Down in the pits of man, lives a mounting fear
More powerful than it may appear
If their ideals ran askew 
If their banks withdrew
Collars turned
Blue 
And they've learned?
Work, it's what you do
Towards not "better", but "new"
Or else, all their comfort disappears 
Down in the pits of man, lives a mounting fear


Jessica Highstreet
10/12/15...

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They had surrounded the tank;
collars on the legs.
You were tracking the revolution.

The process melts the crosses 
in flowing blood.
Everybody was carrying a rose.

The bruises were spreading
on table.
King was drinking wine.

Unwritten law.
Death will sleep on street
with burning pyres.

Don’t throw the blankets
on red eyes.
Moon will stay whole night.


Satish Verma...

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Morbid angel
With that crooked gothic grin
Smearing licorice lipstick
On the licentious lips of sin
Morbid angel
Whimpering salacious sighs
Snagging the souls of men
In your fishnet thighs
Morbid angel
In sable studded noir
Matching spiked collars
With your high heel scars
Morbid angel
Black lace over ashen skin 
You’re late for school again
Much to your parent’s chagrin...

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Austerity?

Expensive cars chocking the approaches 
to Vilamoura, the yacht and seaside town.
No austerity today, a man in an old Fiat
was laughed off the road, probably a waiter
on the way to work. No poverty no beggars
only shampooed dogs with golden collars.
And as always the poor, the silent majority,
stayed in their howls, sun is exclusively for
the perma- tan set in August....

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Shotguns for blood search
Of all places a church:
Not Muslims for Jihad;
Christians who the guts had…

Christ they know like priests
But this murder makes the feats.
Some ten million to share
After a job just unfair,
Each three million dollars,
Soon their shirts gold collars…
 
For ten years now Mayor,
James gone for last prayer:
His worth. The Betrayer
Through one Michael Heyer....

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"The planted snakes are  venomous!"
Warned q caller anonymous
"Anaconda size enormous!"
Their state with Death synonymous
Thus, price to pay not enormous...

And decision unanimous:
All pleas for ' Mercy Blasphemous',
None to try The Eponymous

Named he had Twelve Thousand Dollars,
Necks causing to wet starched collars

Planted snakes for easy money:
When cops soon breezed in, not funny...

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