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Twas a fine October morning,
one September, last July!
The moon lay thick upon the ground,
the mud shone in the sky!

The flowers sang so sweetly,
the birds were in full bloom!
As I hurried down the cellar steps,
to sweep the upstairs room!

The time was Tuesday morning,
on Wednesday, just at night!
I saw ten-thousand miles away,
a house, just out of sight!

Its doors projected backwards.
The front was at the back!
It stood alone, between two more,
and it was whitewashed black!


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A CountryWestern Song

The Drinkin Thinkin Song



the reason I’m drinkin’ to forget... I can’t remember!
But I know it happened last June...or was it...September?
I can’t recall at all but surely it’s true...
                                                               ooh, ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh 

Baby, if I’m drinkin’ to forget...
                                            it’s got somethin’ to do with YOU.

Many things, like...

the first time when we first met —
me and a buddy had a bet...
Could I make it past your loaded second base?

Now, I sure had a thrill, 
while going’ in for the kill... 
until you smashed that bottle on my face!

Oh...and then...

there was our joyful weddin’ day.
You happy; Junior…on his way.
The first time you was late—right after our first date  
was the time I got all wrapped up in my fate!
                                      (your daddy’s shotgun sure made that a hot one)


how the years rush by…like dust in the wind.
Our make-ups make more babies — cousins for our kin.
My folks, they sure love you, but your folks do abhor— 
the day my big old shadow, darkened their front door!

                                     (did I really say fat fanny about your old granny?)

You got me on the spot,
I forgot and you went squat,
it’s a damn primordial sin,
the toilet your tush fell in!

So I’m sittin’ here in this bar,
wonderin’ who made you the star,
starin’ holes in a bottomless glass
wonderin’ why I should kiss your a**!

But there is no doubt about it,
and to the world I'll shout it,
the reason I love you, I think…
you give me a damned good reason to drink!


So Darlin....

The reason I’m drinkin’ to forget...I can’t remember!
But I do know it’s huntin’ season…in late December.
I can’t recall at all but surely it’s true…
                                                           ooh, ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh

Baby, if I’m drinkin’ to forget...
                                               it’s got somethin’ to do with YOU.

                                                       (the boys in the bar think I’m a star)

Huh?  Wha’s that, buddy? She is?  Here?!! OH SH**!!
Well hello Darlin...
Wha’s that, baby?

No, baby, I never met that woman before...
ouch, ouch, stop that!
no baby, she just sat down on the stool next to me...

Oh, sweetheart, can’t we talk this over?

Say what?

The reason I can’t remember ain’t got a damn thing to do with September?
Could it be true? 
Nothing to do with you?

Ouch!!! Stop that darlin’ !!

Baby, you’re makin’ me look bad...

Leggo my ear!!!

Sweetheart...I  L O V E  you, baby!

Yeah, I’m comin’
Yeah baby...I know
Yeah, yeah, yeah

trash is full,
baby needs a new pair of shoes...
GD toilet is plugged...
New furniture!!!  What’s the matter with..


I’ll see you later boys...

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My weakness


Wondrous of many blessings.
Smiling never a frown.
My prayers, Lord, are  suddenly being ignored.
I've taken a tumble of  fallen down
Lord, my life was plain and simple  
How did it come to this.
Lord, now I carry a  burden so deep
A torn up life not easy to fix
Hard to get my prayers before I sleep
Bleeding only internally!
Feeling very minutely!
God, have you deserted me, or is it me who deserted you?

God, my Lord, my savior, how could you abandon me?
Must I drown in my own sorrow.
Must I wake up like this today and tomorrow.
Why have you left me, or is it me who left you?

God, I need you like never before.
When I wake up,
When I head out the door.
Tormented in a mood ring of stock
Heavily my tears hit upon the floor.
God, do you not feel me, or is it me who no longer feel you?

God, what is your plan for me?
What things did I not see?
I asked for you to forgive me in my ways of sin.
Why do you let him provoke me?
Lord, I forbid for him to win.
Relieve me from his gutless pain.
God, do you not believe me, or is it me who no longer believe in you?

God, do you not hear my call
My pitiful excuses make me weak and small
In your eyes I no longer feel tall
I remain cursed in every single fall
Lord, only you can break this wall
Do you not see me on my knees
Must I beg and crawl?
I am at your mercy, crying out with grief
Open the path to the lighted hall
O' Lord, the day you judge me before your throne
Please tell me it was a lesson for me to stand up on my own
God for now I will end this talk
With the dignity to never look back
And ask if you were there on my endless journey of a relentless walk?


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I “met a four”
when I was three
and oh the things
it did to me
and fingers counting
one-two- three.
When the four
brought in a five
all my counting fingers
came alive.
Reaching for the
other hand
said “times two”
is oh so grand.
They ran through
six, then seven – eight
danced with the nine
to celebrate.
Then the quantum leap
to ten
and shouts of 
let’s do it again.
Somehow the
ones and two and threes
increase in size
Still, my fingers are
mathematically smitten
seeking warmth
within a mitten.

John G. Lawless

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*****To the naked EYE, this poem may seem like gibberish,
but I assure you it is loaded with 24 palindromes,
3 palindrome phrases, 1 hidden palindrome phrase,
and is chock full with enormous wordplay...
oh and one more palindrome in this description. 
Can you find more? I challenge you word freaks!*****


Last night, around eleven or so, I decided to paint a pink castle.
To my dismay, on display, is what looks more like a pink asshole.
Picasso would've been so proud!
Today, upon recording nothing short of a colossal debacle,
I've chosen to
utilize the eyes of a hostile apostle.
Tossing docile scribble, I'm scribing.
Describing life like a diatribe conniving REVIVER at a revival.


Palindrome EYE to the side of my tribe.
Get in line, standing at the hands of HANNA.





We OTTO-matically 
DAD got so damn mad he DID the DEED
and split three XANAX with his MADAM and MOM!
(ALA the ABBA GIG way back in them AHA kookie KOOK days)

So anyways...
Back to peek hassle!
Do ya' think he might like ta' take a stab at my STATS?

*****(this was fun as fun can be:
hope you have half as much fun with it as I did:)*****


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I came Across A Jumpher

I came across a Jumpher
A jumphin’ up at me.
It wasn’t very springy
As far as i could see.

It tried to do someothersault,
Impressing like a tree,
But landed with a thumping thud
And hurt his only knee.

‘How come you like to ravel so?’
I bellied like a navel,
While on the other hand i plied
Some custard on a table.

‘I’m only giving all I’ve got-
A hundred miles an hour.
But if you take it at a trot
It soaks you with a shower.

‘I see,’ i said, came out my head,
And nodding fully clothed,
I asked if he’d seen Ninnynook?
A nose that knows no prose.

‘I likes to smell his gravy soup.’
He jumphered like a sweater,
Then driving like a five wheeled horse
Left home wrapped in a letter.

‘Good luck, you leaphing lunging loon.’
I mouthed in Granny’s gums
Then smiling like a holiday
I went to see my chums.

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Spooks were making love

                  Spooks were making love their bones were clattering
                       Fresh in after death sex they were a prattling
                                 They missed the first session
                                   How to spook the passion
                 And slipped to their graves skulls down saber rattling

          Spooks were making love© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 14 November 2014

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Mongrels of Mischief: An Introduction into Mischief Pt 1

It was somewhere in Cambridge, when the amalgam of substances 
began to cloud our judgment. 
The changes were between vague and blatantly obvious, but 
we were masters at this terrifying craft. 
A small dose of opiates added with  
at least two beers causes a distorted reality. 
Nothing too off the wall except for the truth in knowing 
you can’t fly among the stars above the mortals. 
Four misguided miscreants let loose upon the England populous. 
God help poor Britannia! 

Usually at the helm of this godforsaken voyage, was Tony. 
His plans were often of ridiculous proportions 
many which either involved an attractive woman or 
a ruckus full of dangerous consequences.  
 A vulgar yet honest vagrant.
Dante was a force to be reckon with. 
Not only did he talk a big game, but he also delivered. 
He was a Ciroc and Patron connoisseur with a
knowledge of the appropriate attire for any occasion.
A savant of the good life. 
Rico was small but dangerous. 
A mellow individual with words cool enough 
to give the devil a cold shoulder. 
The cool head amidst our savage expeditions 
except when the spirits possessed him 
causing a unique transformation. 
A human wrecking ball of loose inhibitions. 
Finally, there was me. 
A laid back but slightly eccentric hedonist. 
Forever seeking for any instant gratification and 
always serving a dish of offbeat worldly wisdom to the masses.
An aimless joker who does what he please. 

The streets of Cambridge are gruesome at night. 
All types of freaks, monsters and nutcases 
under the guise of party addicts fiending for the next fix. 
We were just like these misfits
 only further down the rabbit hole.  
What seemed like a stroll into the seedy nightlife 
soon became a submersion into another dimension. 

Our mannerisms became over exaggerated. 
The pleasant embrace of euphoria was as if
the good Lord touched the depths of our souls. 
Warmth, peace and relaxation….
Tranquility of mind, body and spirit… 
A transcendence into Nirvana… 
Thanks to the sweet nectar from 
the land of milk and honey. 
Mother of God, this was amazing! 
This is a high we didn’t want to come down from! 
To onlookers we were madmen; 
a product of the uncanny side of the spectrum.  
However, little did they know 
we were gods among mortals.

Our illuminating vibe attracted a 
group of voluptuous women. 
In this instant, Tony decided to seize the moment.
Using charms only he could apply, he 
stated a question: “Hey! What that mouth do?”  
The lovely raven-haired woman of the group 
responded with an immediate action of a lustful kiss. 
It was a mixture of seductive and sensuous 
with a spontaneous flair. 
The woman replied, “That’s what my mouth does.” 
Tony was at a loss for words. 
I had full belief this woman was a man-eater. 
Somehow with a simple kiss she managed 
to swallow Tony whole. 
After the encounter, the group vanished 
within the night.  

Cheshire cat grins encompassed 
our faces. 
Even though this event was minor, 
we knew it was the beginning to a series 
of outlandish events. 

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Granny had a yellow cat

                            Granny had a yellow cat Matty Sand-arum
                       She was fond of Cherry Blossom and bubblegum
                                       Cherry ached in her tummy
                                          Bubble is double balmy
                   She yelled out scummy gummy and fell into the scum

    Granny had a yellow cat/Limerick©Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 18 November 2014

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Dolly had a scarlet doll

                                          Dolly had a scarlet doll
                                        In the summer it could roll
                                             Last fall a blunder
                                           Doll gulped a thunder
                                       She messed up all in a ball

        Dolly had a scarlet doll: Limerick: Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
                                           17 November 2014

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                            Fond of the Koalas and scared of the roaches
                             She was shot to the land of Koalaroaches 
                                        First thing she could do
                                           Bopeep peekaboo  
                          Koalas said "hey buddies someone encroaches"      

                                   Land of Koalaroaches: Limerick
                                            17 November 2014

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X Stuck Inside These Four Walls

Slipping away in time and space 

Stuck inside these four walls, lonely souls tangled and lost, they dance to

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and swirl inside of innuendos. They claim desires, the desire of  longing

The desires of love, they demand yet make no claims
        Opening hearts leads to bloodshed, despair, agony
                       The dance of desire leads only to emptiness
                                  So on misty clouds, the dancer dance
                                              Entwined in thought, yet never that first kiss

Sadly the love fades into the night

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Golden Dreams

The Leprechaun.

Run, run, run as fast as you can...
I'm still gonna get you, my little green man...
I grabbed on to the gold buckle on his waist...
I held him down, with no time to waste...
I tied The Leprechaun to a hollow tree,
Broke off a branch and poked him on the knees.
I kept on poking him with a stick.
I kept nagging him to reveal his magic trick.

This little shamrock kid would not break.
He kept insisting THE LEPRECHAUN legend was fake.

This little odd dwarf kept lying about his mythical pot of gold. 
I kept repeating all the stories I've been told..  
Nagging him and nagging him~ FOR HIS POT OF GOLD!
He lied, about the fables, telling me his gold does not exist...
The Leprechaun refused to hear the clover list...


It's been 7 days!
And, still he won't give up, what's at the end of the rainbow. 
Tickling his little Eskimo toes,
Running feathers underneath his nose. 
"Look you little green treasure troll, I've captured you, and demand the gold!"
"You won't get me with your tricks!"
"So don't even try to outwit me with your silly MAGIC!" 

I suppose his silver-tongue, will have to do,
And the little gold buckles on his shoe.
I got tired of trying to make him see, my point of view.
I got a better deal and trade for a monkey at the zoo.
Now the lions are enjoying a Pot of Leprechaun Stew. 
After All! 
Nothing I did, made him unfold.
All I wanted was his pot of gold!


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Don't Read This Sober

Twas a fine October morning,
one September, last July!
The moon lay thick upon the ground,
the mud, shone in the sky!
The flowers, were singing sweetly
and the birds were in full bloom!
As I, walked down the cellar steps,
to sweep the upstairs room!
The time was Tuesday morning,
on a Wednesday, just at night!
I saw ten thousand miles away, 
a house just out of sight!
The door projected backwards,
the front, was at the back!
It stood alone, between two more,
and it was whitewashed black!

Sorry, Soupers, I just had to
get that out of my system!

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I have a fat and furry friend
All pink and spotty black.
I grew him from some Camembert-
The smelly little Rat!

He is my very Mouse-Pig
For that’s his very name, 
Sometimes I call him Roger 
Just like his steptwin Shane. 

I like to give him all I can
Though humble poor are we.
I gave him a good character- 
2 slices for his tea. 

I love my little Mouse-Pig 
I love him like a pet. 
Sometimes I take him out for walks 
And sometimes to the vet.

I dare not let him venture far 
For fear he won’t come back. 
Last week he almost wandered off 
Without his packymac. 

‘You’ll catch your death- or even worse!’ 
I warned in worried tone. 
‘There’s things out there what likes to eat 
A Mouse-Pig far from home. 

‘Don’t worry Dad,’ he answered back 
In usual piggy chatter. 
‘If anyone should have a go 
I’ll cover them in batter!’ 

Then all at once, without a sound 
He sang with all his might. 
I’ve never heard a Mouse-Pig 
I said in wondrous sight.

‘That’s nothing Pa,’ he mouthed in tune, 
And leaping to his trotters
Declared as he flew flying off-
I’ll show those dirty rotters!’

‘Farewell my fat and furry friend,’
I bellied to the sky,
And turning one last time he squeaked,
‘I’m off to find my sty.’

And then he flew right out of sight, 
As far as I could see, 
And with a little shedding tear 
I went in for my tea. 

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My hovercraft is full of eels

I'll try to tell you without my usual cant
that all I wanted was to go sailing with
Sherry Saturday morning but I can't!
My hovercraft is full of eels!

The watchman phoned when I was lying  
in bed to notify me of this.
I was shocked to find he wasn't lying!
My hovercraft is full of eels!

My good-will has been weakened
because of this horrid event
which completely ruined my weekend.
My hovercraft is full of eels!

These morbid creatures are serious
party-poopers. Remember!: Their
electricity is deleterious.
My hovercraft is full of eels!

My beloved Birthday present invaded by
these heinous monsters! I will have to buy  
a new one 'cause to this one I must say bye!
My hovercraft is full of eels!

Ghastly! You don't know how this feels!
My hovercraft is full of eels!

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                              Doctor Squiddoo married a widow DooDoo
                                Booked a room in Perry of Huido Voodoo
                                         In the honeymoon night
                                       The moon was shining bright
                           And a fat black cat licked the ass of Squiddoo

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I’ve got quite the appetite for mayhem

Thus from these desires my problems stem

Prozacidasical perhaps

Headfirst into Lady Luck’s slaps

Crumbling foot stools under my whim

Why if there be heart ache, I’ll have a bite

Just another serving of bittersweet spite

Bring on my many foolhearty excuses

Distilled crones, my destructive muses

Pluck from my sour patch mood, a pickled fight

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                                    Henry the spider was a spy of Eider
                            Sculled the boat in the river Schlechen Leider
                                            The frog stole the scull
                                                Octopus was dull
                         He clasped the hull close and kissed  the outsider

             HENRY THE SPIDER © Rajat kanti Chakrabarty November, 2014

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Professor Paddock of virology

                 Professor Paddock of virology was a stocky man
            He observed a little beetle on the skirt of Messy Anne
                    He took out his double DNA space probe
                        Focused it on Anne's hepatic lobe
        And leapt out of the window without any thoughtful game plan

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Ity Words

I seem to have a flair for absurdity.
A little bit of humor with immaturity.
Some might say it comes from insecurity.
But I'm trying to escape obscurity.
No more ity words to make this extraordinary.
At least according to my rhyming dictionary.

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I Think I'm Over This Writer's Block

I think I'm over this writer's block,
I'm sitting here and ready to rock.
The time is now, no more delaying,
Uh yeah, wait! What was I saying?

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Gootle goes on a date

                                           Gootle goes on a date
                                             But destiny or doom
                                            The matter is a broom
                                        It does not fit well with rate

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                                      Gootle joins a puppet-show
                                   First night He is a king KongGo
                              But who the hell is this in the front row?
                              His own half hand is scratching a big toe
                       Of which leg he draws a blank and cries out "No"

                                    Gootle says Hi to his first leg Pi
                     "Eat a double pie', first leg says, 'with a paste of rye'
              His two legs say, "No No its not fair we are in democracy Bhai"

Bhai= A Hindi/Bengali word for brother

Gootle is a creature half-human half-puppet- a humpet, a polite being . He has three eyes on the back of his head( color: blue). He is three legged and two-and-a -half-handed. Body Color: orange. He has no hair and no ears.But he is neither bald nor deaf. He has a long nose -adjustable min 2" max 9". I cannot post his pic because I am not a premium member.However, you can feel his presence slowly.
For copyright reasons he has  changed his name from Gubble to Gootle. He never suffers a lack of appetite.His primary foods are: fun bread, nonsense soup, curry of love with a sprinkle of pamper and a dessert of affection( Sorry,Demetrios he has changed his diet a bit).

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Silly thoughts