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My Alligator Artie

My pet alligator sits under my feet.
He waits for food to fall while I simply eat.
He likes to chase the ball and bite with his sharp teeth.
His claws are super pointy, and he walks upon a leash.
He’s scaly without baths, 
Smelly when not clean.
He’s very good at “sit,”
And trained to not be mean.
He likes the water much, except for when it rains.
And when we’re gone,
All day long,
We keep him in a crate.
My pet alligator is the best pet on this Earth,
I’d never trade him ever, for everything he’s worth.

Copyright © Emily Marshall | Year Posted 2013

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6 years old

puddle SMASHING 
puddle DASHING

NOT even close


Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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black tar sweats, squabbles, shakes in the glare of the ocean of blue.
white light engulfs the sky. 
stealing the heat we grip the ground with our claws.
scan the black tar with our yellow eyes. 
our blood begins to warm.
her hair is melting to soft green scales and mine to black
blending into the ground.
we are lizards,
we laze in the sun,
it cannot scare us with its glare 
we are lizards, 
silent strong quick predators,
unnoticed yet still there. 

we stalk a flying bumble bee; shattered glass, yellow string 
buzzing it moves anxiously, falling, rising in the wind 

she moves too slowly to catch it 
it glides higher in the sky 
we watch as it soars to freedom 
we should have learnt to fly 

black tar engulfs my vision 
cradles and crushes my head 
white noise of harsh invasion 
her cry consumes my dread 
our scales snapped 
they tear from our skin 
without amour to shield the attack 
a stampede of torn and dirty shoes feast upon the remains 
they dig and dive into my stomach 
with intent to play their games 

teeth of bound dark leather 
snouts of practiced malice 
souls etched with childrens patterns 
dirt and gum 
now printed on our bodies 

with one more laugh and a jolt of pain 
they leave 

my eyes are blue now 
and hers are drowning 
the sky is blue 
the day pleasant 
the floor warm 
but the trance has gone 
our reality mangled 

we are no longer lizards 
we cannot pretend anymore 
we are children 
weak, shy, yet far too noticed 
labelled, bruised and saw.

by Jess Tizard

Copyright © Jess Tizard | Year Posted 2014

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More Bounce Per Ounce

<            Betty Boop bought boyfriend Bimbo some basketballs to bounce 
              But being blind her boyfriend Bimbo bounced Betty Boop 
              Boy Betty Boop did boldly bounce bad

This Little Lady Is After My Own Heart
For No matter What She Does Wrong
Her Eyes Seem To Capture The One She Loves LOL
And Also One Of My Favorite Cartoons

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

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Seventh Age a second childhood

befuddled bewildered,
memory muddled;
perplexed then puzzled
as clarity contracts
and cataracts

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2011

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Petey opussum II

Petey 'possum, pirates pipe
picked a persimmon, puckered
his profile

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010

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Baby Boy Bradley

Mama Mable made music mellow with mood
But baby boy Bradley bellowed and booed
So sensitively she started singing sweetly
Yet the youngster yowled yearningly

Poor perplexed papa peered and pleaded
“No nocturnal nuisances are needed,”
He hurried through the house, his hefty frame hobbled
Baby boy Bradley basked blissfully with his bedtime bottle

*For Constance’s Forms of Poetry 101 contest.  Never tried alliteration before.
 by Carolyn Devonshire

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

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Sweet sixteen - Save
You're young yet
Don't deny dumb daughter
Feel free forever
Never know nothing
Men's mourning manly
Finding for fresh flesh
Be brisk!Behave!

Copyright © jun-jun villanueva | Year Posted 2011

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April fools'

(This is a fictional poem)

My neighbor played an April fools' prank when he called me and said I won a 
I was furious when I learned it was all fake.
When he said April fools', you should've heard the names he got called.
I happen to be his barber and when he comes in my shop, I'm going to shave 
him bald.

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2007

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                                             I talk to him all the time,
His only words are "Hi,"
His heart is already taken,
My crush for him has not gone by.

The sight I see is broken,
The love I share is lost,
A shattered mirror in my eyes,
Never saying anything is my cost.

If I ever mentioned the word,
A word much more to say,
So hard to reveal or share,
Is fading with each day.

I'm scared I'd mess it up,
That I'd say something wrong,
To let him know how I truly feel,
No one can explain in song.

Never been kissed before, 
Im saving it for "the one,"
There is always a first for everything,
I know it can never be done.

Lust is such a word,
To be used in much of the wrong way,
If I am committed to this,
I shall never do this today.

How tragic my life will be,
For I think I've suffered enough,
I'm sure much worse has happened,
Love, a broken path, so rough.

Touching skin on skin, 
His lips as pure as rain,
My heart left alone, unnoticed,
As another day passes again.

Copyright © Paige Harris | Year Posted 2007

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Tiny Timmy

Tiny Timmy

Today Tiny Timmy tries to talk. Terry Thomson tells Timmy that talking is too 
tough for a two-year-old. Tony Thomson tells Terry not to tell Timmy that. Tammy 
Tilson tells Tony, Terry and Tiny Timmy that Tinseltown has two tall towers, 
Tinseltown Toy Tower and Tinseltown Trinket Tower. Tammy tells Tony that 
there's a Two-Year-Old talking translator there. So Tiny Timmy, Too-Tall Terry, 
and Talkative Tony travel to Tinseltown. While traveling, Tony talked to their 
Treasurer, Tommy. Tommy told them to talk to Tina. Tina told Tony to travel 
tirelessly. Then, during the Thomsons travel, Tina traveled too. At Tinseltown, 
Terry taps a tambourine, Tony talks to a toucan, Tina throws a truck, and Timmy 
traverses to the trinket tower. Then he finds the two-year-old talking translator. It 
translated to this,”Why does this poem have so many T's?”

Copyright © Nicholas Clayborne-Hughes | Year Posted 2006