Tag Archives: shawna poems

ZeBra

.. She wears a double d, which stands for: damn, doll, where’d ya get all them colts? She’s a good sport, but they sway when she sashays on by. ……………{here, here} Be sure to give a cheer. ……….She’ll thank you … Continue reading

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Lingui-stick (Pure Ism)

(misuse of aspiration)   .. You can’t shake it at my vocab (you, leery) or my soul ice(ism) or my ver(y) nack (you, leer) ex-bliss-it earthy sway. Today: spunk. A fraction of grey. The silver slivered etiquette of books, savage … Continue reading

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(s)wishes

.. chalk it up to tea and crumpets, quiet trumpets playing songs. give her jangly anklets, wisdom swirled from worlds of words. dance her loose into the sunset with her wings fully un …………………….………..-furled.     . it’s my girl … Continue reading

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play jeer ism

.. g’head. poke this poem. it don’t care. call it names: knick knack sad sack tired hack click clack. tease and please it with a red rover and a come on over and a midnight booty call to arms; some … Continue reading

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Somebody Come & Play

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The Solo (Cup) Cult of Artists and Their Mysterious Men(tors)

(for Shawna) .. Only the rum -bled tongues are red, really. The rest of us is indigo white-washed starkissed shine. We meet only in imaginary rooms of speck-tack-you -large spackles, small sprink -lings of rosemary and sage, henna and ink, … Continue reading

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will (oh, the wisp)

.. we have froze the ground with the glorious sounds of our peat bog beat box sway. won’t you choose …………….to stay?   ..

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tornado maybe

. baby, this day’s gone cloudy with a chance of some cycloned gray, a stray heart wanting, a swirl to keep all fears at bay. a say, when all the rest begs sigh -lence. .   title phrase coined by … Continue reading

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scavenger hunt for slobs

.. get yer safari guide ready, campers. we’re ’bout to (im)pale and jaun(t) -dice this popsicle stand into oh -bliv -ee -on. now, each of you should have strapped on your albatross, tossed your laugh -ter into the trash pile, … Continue reading

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closets

… put some moth balls in the (corner) pockets (pooled), jang -led and ready to un -stinkify all that junk and other dang -ly things. sing a hol(e)y tune and hope the twig buries the tree, snaps just right in two. … Continue reading

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