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The difference in the ism

Capitalism -
Is every man screwing everyone else.
But communism -
On the other hand, is just the reverse.

Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2010

More great poems below...

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America's Idle Pastime

America's (Idle) Pastime From New York, Austin, and L.A., From Cleveland and Seattle, Ingloriously they screech or bray In an auditioning battle. And by the time we all feel sick, (the judges homicidal!), we get to know from whom we’ll pick our next great Singing Idol. For the "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" Poetry Contest of Suzzette Crous (using topic one, annoying sound and also etc topic, on a TV show I actually love!)

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Playboy Model.

Sweet sensual skin
wears scruples thin
until you see your own true sin.

Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2010

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Is this a Grook or Not? (Nothing)

How can something come out from nothing
When nothing can come from nothing?
So nothing isn’t nothing when it results into something,
Because by then, it would’ve been something and not nothing,
Since something must always result from another thing, 
but never from nothing.
Because nothing is not anything and something is anything.
Nothing can never be something and something can never be nothing.
So what is this business of something coming from nothing?
Nothing…because there exists no such thing.

** 2000-- ummm I'm still trying to grasp this grook, haha
and my attempts at it are fizzling out so I'm going to be
sneaky and just submit this, lol 
please bear with me I have NO idea if this old write of mine 
can even classify as a grook! Sorry Charles...will still try to 
come up with something though...

Copyright © binibining P.iNk | Year Posted 2010

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Jealous Beast

When it comes to the vacuum cleaner
my dog is a jealous beast,
showing off his fangs and claws.
Does he not know that I'd feed
my Oreck less if he, now and then, but
wiped his paws?

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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Fear Not

To Him
our deepest
are like
To question
is not to doubt.
It just means

NOTE: I was inspired by Paul Callus's and Eileen Manassian's comment, on my poem, The Stars Remain Silent.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2014

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Cosmic Karma

I traverse the oceans within a breeze
I light my way holding burning trees
Freeing my body, my heart, my soul
I talk and walk through miles and roads
I view the future with discernable need
Yet I succumb to my fate with noted heed

Do I lack the courage to go beyond my whole?
Do I feel the need to remain stagnant and tole?

I lack conviction in my sturdy brain
Trying to fight these excuses so lame

Solitary in my endeavours I so create
My weakness I continually berate

In my minds eye I spy this epic infused
In a twilight of colours I discover loosed 

Yet I traverse the oceans within a breeze
And light my way holding burning trees . . .

Copyright © FATHIMA DAWOOD | Year Posted 2009

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Chihuahua Rides As Navigator

                                       Everywhere I go
                               My Chihuahua rides with me
                              In his McDonald's coffee cup
                               Right next to me on the seat

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

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Thirst (Grook-y Look-y)

the thirst for knowledge
makes one drown in mysteries
the thirst for happiness
makes one drown in miseries 

** July 13, 2010---I'm writing this with a half-asleep 
brain golly can anyone tell me if this is better --
pretty please? Shucks such a puzzle why I can't
grasp this form?? I need to sleep!! & the wind's 
howling outside too!!! Thanks for all who'll give their insights

Copyright © binibining P.iNk | Year Posted 2010

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the she who slumbers among the numbers of content souls who abide not anger nor snide remarks
the she who sets the flames of verbiage to sparks
the she who sees my smiles though she sees me not
the she who follows a righteous and pious path and plot
she who grants me the grace of platitudes
with never any negative attitudes
the she whom i envision giggling and wiggling her way through this planet we call Earth
the she i deem a delight and have the the right for what's that's worth
        (c) 2011......Phreepoetry ~free cee!~

Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2011

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This wind is not alone because it stays on the height,
And waits for golden dawns that follow after night;
It crossed many tempests, islands and an ocean dark,
It met the fairies and hobbits and the joyous lark.

While flattening blond fields, it thought a paradox 
How Little Prince was taught on Friendship by a Fox:
While playing with the grass, and with the yellow maze,
While caressing the flowers’ feet, it heard a poet`s case…

This poet is like the hottest wind that lives on height:
Suddenly, his “light poetry” is seen as “poetry of light”.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2014

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Here’s to Möbius and his strip.

Like some attitudes, it is a circuitous

one sided trip!

© 2010 John M.Trusty

*For the Grook contest. Dedicated to A.F.Möbius (et al) and the attitude of some people, 
which will never be as fascinating as his strip.

Copyright © John Trusty | Year Posted 2010

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if the minimum unity of all that is
is two,
how did Parmenides come to believe
in the infinity of one?
if three is how god is expressed 
at its best,
how did his image come coded 
in four?
while five has properties completely 
the universe is just what it is,
six so to speak.
once there was a seven,
joined to eleven,
whose convenience I dispute
and whole heartedly repute.
but eight is no longer enough,
and nine is so boring,
three threes is hardly the stuff,
to stop me from snoring.
the real magic begins with a number called ten,
whose counting little fingers first asked,
a dozen eggs or a feathery hen?
numbers are fun and make no one dumb,
but never forget what’s behind their neat mask:
twenty six magical letters, put to a task. 

Copyright © Yorn Called | Year Posted 2014

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Potholes 1


The joy of riding
where the small ones
have gone away
turns into nothing
at the big one
minutes  away.

* This is about the joy of riding on the  highway which has been recently repaired and re-laid, ridding it of its pits and potholes and the mortification of subsequently getting stopped by the traffic police  or by the less-than-civil  contract labor manning toll gates.

05 mar 13
Form: Grook ( A short aphoristic poem characterised by irony, paradox, brevity, sophisticated rhyme and often satiric in nature)

Contest: A Grook for all occasions

Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2013

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Dragon Breath

Dragon Breath

It is a tepid dragon’s breath 
rises above Jersey’s cryptic swamp.
How high the mist?
Not high enough to climb the noble sky.

Anchored moss in all its sludge cannot
hold back the slippery wyvern
until the time when he sees fit to
roll his tongue towards darkness;

to clear the morn of dusty sweat,
reveal the lucid air until
tomorrow’s dawn cries up
dusty dragon tears.

Copyright © kathryn collins | Year Posted 2013

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Once my leather shoes made me proud with their softness and luster,
but after eleven months of heavy usage they have lost all glamor;
even small thorns and nails can penetrate their worn-out soles;
ah, squeaky, squeaky annoy me when steady rain falls!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

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Feeling Bad for Others

If you feel bad for others
If it makes you depressed
Think of how much you have
But beware
a deeper tug in your chest.g

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2013

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What a Snafu

This happens when you have no extra time-
There you stand in the queue
Patiently, you wait
There’re two ahead of you--
You’re so close to the gate
You watch as time runs out
Tick tock…., you’re in a crunch
Up goes the sign, “Out to Lunch”
Now, your face wears this pout
Oh! What a snafu!

Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013

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Copyright © atoybrown jin | Year Posted 2015

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Marching on a Hot Day

Marching along in triple digits
you don't have to think of the heat
It's enought to worry lagging behind
without worry of the "smell of defeet"

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2013

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Whenever we are learning
we have to pass the test
we know we are gaining
when we fail less and less.

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2013

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Pie Eating Contest

The thin ones
are the win ones
wherever at.
Until too many wins
and suddenly a loss
because too fat.

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2013

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A Trip to the Woods

To the great outdoors
my grandparents love to go,
simply for the atmosphere it gives
like when they play Bingo.
I like to walk the trails, the mountains,
to get my wild nature fix.
They both have bad eyesight and can't quite comprehend
these crazy realistic graphics!

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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The More You Learn Riddle

The more you learn Riddle:
the more you realize you know so little.

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2013

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He thought the unthinkable
He saw the unseeable
He spoke the unspeakable
His face was illusion
And his name was Lies.

Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012