Poetry
Shadow drawn in ink and dreams
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Look Good, Do Bad
Mr President is off on his jetPreceded by his big Quiff,He checks once more in a mirror,That it’s starched and completely stiff,Executive orders everywhere,Complex tariff thuggery,Honey badger, he just don’t care,Covert fiscal buggery.America doesn’t need…
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Freely Given
We safely play and freely tread,Those fields where our forebearers bled,They fought and died as if for naught,And unbeknown our freedom bought,From whence they came of no import,They heard the call, as one they fought,Side…
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Young Blood
A short poem of Celtic times.
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What the Butler “Didn’t” See
I believe that marital intimacy, When it occurs between you and me, Must be conducted in privacy,
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Micro Man
The girls, they were cruel, They mocked his small tool, They made fun of him every day.
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What Else Has Ghost, But Time?
I gravely watch her in slumber, A haunting most beautiful sight, Heavenly hair crowns her pillow,
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The Recycle of Blood
The son is born; he lives his life; His son is born again. The wheel turns softly in the dark,
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For Men About To Propose
He sought to make that nervous plea, But inside he felt so hollow, He then got down upon one knee,
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Let It Bee
He longs to be free from this cell, With eyes just starting to see, Antennae unfurl, small wings uncurl,
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Placeholder Poem
The current placeholder, Was chosen by me,
Dark Edge of Poetry 