Short Manikin Poems

A Moon Manikin 

A moon manikin;
Yellow and round as ever
And I so clever.

Ho, ho.

In reference to Moon over Poet Destroyer,
not Miami.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet...

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So many manikins
In the store windows
Dressed in fashion clothes
What  does happen at night? 
When no one is around? 
I ponder this question

Do they come to life?
Walking on the floors?
Having a chit-chat
Or walk on the floors
When I am in the mall
I do ponder this scene...

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In My Mind A Manikin

In my closet a manikin will find
Always remaining in my mind;
Memory like her will never forget;
Though now gone and do regret.

She always has been self-sufficient
With quietness her time she spent
Only an image someone once made
Whose memory into passed did fade.

Jim Horn

Dedicated to Solomon...

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The sound of shoes within the malls
Reflects a time of honoured halls
Where Knights and ladies in bright attire
Would cross the floor to royalty higher
Yet the sound of shoes in mirrored malls
Pass by halls of trader stalls
Of royalty paid more than honour
Of manikin displaying the royalty upon her
Where halls are made for old King Mammon
And footsteps tap out praise upon
For royalty is bought not handed down
And museums displays a dusty crown...

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As you hug my thighs 
I fantasize
About the time we first met
You were on a manikin, strutting your stuff
Making me want you more
Dreaming about the day we'd soar
High and about into the nights sky
Glowing in the clouds as I bungee jump from the airplane
We'd be together, forever
As you hug my thighs
I fantasize
About how things used to be
You were shining in the sun
Glowing in the moonlight
There were no holes or patches
Bruises or scratches
You were new...

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amidst musty furniture and splintering rafters
there it hung
draped across the manikin so gracefully
elegant and beautiful
white and lacy
with its gleaming pearls and lingering train
its a gown for a seraph
glowing luminously in the dim light of the loft
so glamorous
almost perfect
stunning like my mother
bold as my father
embodying love and devotion
memories and passion
inhibits a model's splendor
grants me a sense of ecstasy
my mother's wedding dress...

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