Short Janes Poems

For sale:
baby shoes,
mary janes -
never used....

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The rules for being a nursie poo is simply this
You must be efficient as well as a delicious dish
Plain Janes need not apply
Must be pleasing to the eye
To be fawned over and cuddled is every man's wish!...

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The rules for being a nursie poo is simply this
You must be efficient as well as a delicious dish
Plain Janes need not apply
Must be pleasing to the eye
To be fawned over and cuddled is every man's wish!...

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In the rust belt loss of work is felt
as industries went overseas..
Bill's, Jane's and Bob's now pining
for jobs to support their families needs.
Good jobs are such a rarity and people here
don't want charity, so send us some good
companies please!...

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"Facts"

A burning furnace, a ruthless season. Marrying Janes, getting stood up by nerds.
It's a hopeless escapade,looking in the mirror l can see the frustration lined on the bloodshot eyes, l realise we are doomed!
No one wants to age like milk and let mementos fade away in a coffin...
Damn!...

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I look at the missing person poster
Another young girl with long hair, pretty face
One hundred and nineteen pounds
She looks like all of the other missing person posters

Why don’t we ever see grandmas on missing person posters?
Where are the posters with enormous men?
Why are no plain janes missing?
It is always the beauty queens
Petite and gorgeous
And small enough to be carried off...

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                   jane
                   sure
          her purty'z upset
   nothing a banana wouldn't
                   cure

     janes' just piss'd 'cause
            we've known 
             each other 
               for ever
                Almost
         and we've never
                known 
            each's other

          ("boy and wet 
               l'il jane")
...

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TAP SHOES
 
Black platform,
mary janes
with taps
on the ball
and the heel.
 
Across many stages
that have peeled.
 
Many tall orders they
have filled.
 
The cards have been dealt,
as she kneels down to pray,
with her dancing shoes only
feet away.
 
Maybe the day will come again,
when she dusts them off,
as the music begins to play.
 
Her feet come alive
as they jive to the beat
with her favorite tap shoes....

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Ripe tomatoes in the supermarket
The red tip of my own nose.
Their lime green imagination
Marauded by Edgar Allen Poe.
Her silver dollar face raises hellfire
Says the stringy girl who believes in ghosts.
Goodnight to the lucky cat
Who kisses my cheek with his prose.
Her calico hat sticks to dewy grass
While the hooves of the lumpy deer carcass doze.
The weight of dreams lifted off my shoulders
By the kiss of conciousness on my nose....

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Hiltler was ready to conquer the world.
A seven year stood on a windy Chicago corner.
White Mary Janes, white stockings
Plaid skirt, beige blazer.
A mini Soldier's cap rested on her long hair.
A small American flag, waving in the air.
That little girl is a patriot still.
An American  flag, flies with pride.
On her house in the California hills.
She's not selling out her great nation!
Nor freedom to be a Socialist nation.


                  4/28/2021...

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