Short Mannequin Poems
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It would be great to be a mannequin,
For they never put on weight,
But for me, it's too late.
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22~11~16
Behind those fake eyes
my mannequin life
egg hatched, I stayed in the shell
outcast, dumb folded
connie pachecho
2/2/17
Oh, frightful word scribed at the end
The finger-painting mannequin
Composed a message to his love,
From ink he’d made of his own blood!
Granny was looking for a man
Her eyes were set on a mannequin stand
Slid over to touch
Reach down in his crutch
Then realized that he had a stiff hand
Oh, once again! A cry!
Two-legged creatures
Making love under sheets
and that last sigh!
A mannequin releasing
its last plastic breath!
:: 12-15-2017 ::
pajamas in the dollar store
not on a mannequin
on me
the joy of being seventy-two
and knowing how to act senile
my husband who can read my mind asks, “that’s an act?”
her dancing was lifeless
mechanical stilted moves
she had no expression
eyes of a plastic mannequin
where was her joy?
did she like dancing?
her mother’s dream
never hers.
In the lingerie dept. stiff as a board,
a man came up and ogled and explored,
struck another pose,
right in the nose,
man passing flat out on the floor.
11-20-16
Vatican Incident - Limerick
A young maiden dressed like a mannequin
Snuck into the church at the Vatican
To curse at the pontiff
So they called the sheriff
She would not be invited back again
Super Mall
even the mannequin kid
taller than me
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mannequin
more I look away
not do ever have to say
the stillness so stocks
alas my resistance starts
you who are dead to me, move
11/23/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Multi talented American Man Ray
with Dada&Surrealism had much to say
His famous jointed mannequin*
was perhaps not the place to begin
*http://www.artnet.com/artists/man-ray/aline-et-valcour-jNS5kqWwm3VMSguQdullaw2
How many of you remember “The Ed Sullivan Show”
The latest talent emceed by a mannequin like troll
Neck always seemed sore
Think he once swore
All the latest acts appeared on this Sunday night casserole
Mannequin Man
Very sadly, a cleaner in
Kerry & Peter Department
Store in
Elmwood Mall, that asleep
Mannequin Man displayed clothes in,
remembered he was half man hours after she’d stuffed him in the big incinerator bin.
A mannequin stands
in the neon of night
head slightly canted
harlequin-right
fashionably clothed
in the brand-names of youth
arms shiny rods
with no digits forsooth
if able I think
his thumb he would raise
and he’d give me a wink.
She speaks in camouflage
Concealing feelings and responses
A perfect porcelain face
Stiff, peachy and straight
Her eyes and chin give away nothing
She is a great poker player
No tells
Her complexion is nearly plastic
She is more mannequin than woman
Have you seen the mannequin parade?
In the window of the fancy store?
Yes, that’s the one
What did you think of it?
I kind of love it because I made it.
He smiled at me.
He knows how creative I am
And how much fun I must have.
Makes sense to me! He said.
Did you see the tiny elephant dancing on the mannequin’s head?
I look at this storyteller, my dear uncle, we call him Liar Fred.
Of course, I did I say, and he laughs until his face turns brilliant pink.
The elephant dances by and the mannequin gives us both a wink.
I only want to die,
I want to scream,
and to be a puppet
to never have to breathe.
I only want to freeze
I am about to freak
and to be a porcelain doll
to never have to speak.
I only want to sleep
I want forever again
and to never live,
to become a mannequin.
Dreams leak out of my mannequin head
My twisted plastic limbs are sprawled out on my bed
My expression ever frozen, in a dramatic pose
I'm not biodegradable but I want to decompose
A glue drop on my cheek to emulate a tear
I've been here 10 minutes or maybe 10 years
mannequin dummy has a maniacal smile
as if he knows more than I
I take him to a resale shop
his grin staring at me in my car
I feel guilty relief handing him over
but he is a plotter
he one-ups me
a relative purchases him
my birthday surprise
he cannot stop grinning
Unlike then,
he plants a kiss on her left cheek
repeats 'bye honey'
pale numbness invades her
To the nearest chair
she drops
and
muse.
Time ticks acute to oblivion
From the melancholy mannequin to love’s aquarium.
I kiss the last clown, the last frown
Our hearts drift inconspicuously into the unknown.
Phantom world, feel me!
Star by star we flick, to find the final Crown
May all be free, may all gain entree.
No blank page to scribe
No empty spaces to scream
Should I down on knee?
Too much to be seen
Exhibition life had shown
Privacy in threat
Fortitude concealed
Scratching behind walls of heart
Endurance break down
Love deep, better not
Sacrifice all, better not
Your life, your option
Wishful Watching
Voluptuous, soft curves, peek-a-boo with fine silk, “Come hither,” I hear.
An old woman observed me as undignified ilk, “It’s only a mannequin, dear.”
Written on November 28, 2021
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