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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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John was as a free bird, happy,
Living his life, happy.
When others were sad John, happy,
When John did go no one, happy.
For life is not long at all,
And man is a shadow on a wall,
A wall of time.

John our dearly departing 
Death will end his suffering.
Cruel death will do him a favor,
As he will carry him to his Savior.
Writing his will he creates the kiss of death;
This kiss marks him till his final breath.

Here comes a pale horse click, clack, click, clack
Upon it sits Death click, clack, click, clack.
Death rides down the street,
He stops, he looks
For the man with no heart beat,
He enters more silently than the best of crooks.

Death left while carrying John,
Got on his horse and carried on.
John is now in Heaven;
Where no heathen
Nor sickness roam,
Sitting by the white throne;
Walking on the streets of gold;
Never to become old.
Happy... Happy...
Eternally... Happy...

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The wind The wind

The wind or the wind                                                                                                       as twisting a vine the wreath                                                                                           breathing the breeze of the divine                                                                             sailors on the reef seeking the seas                                                                                 so intwined grows the anime rhyme                                                                                  wind in your sails as a northeastern blows                                                                         so through ages sail but when comes the time                                                                   searching the end will you last breathe be as cold                                                        rarer air fills the breadth of the land                                                                                 the way with healing in His wings                                                                             receive the breath of life again                                                                                      so you may overcome death's sting                                                                            rising again children of the Master's  wind                                                                    not grapes of wrath in the press they wind

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When Causticat expressenced her doverse,
Aficionadog  Yamahawker howled
the beseechickens' song that coyoterse
was chickencouraging allegrettold.

Chickenclopedia somehow pignored
the roosterrestrials' dancing chickentreat
Aficionadog's dance was abroadored
and his cathletics multilevelite.

The roosterrestrials thus, barracudanced
Galas! the maidenchanted Causticat
wide eyed she balladmired the saladvanced
and chickenable braves to broadenact.

Aficionadog's triple Axle loop
combined with Ballu Tundu workbenchasse
Romanaged to lexiconvince the coop,
and libidog of self Igniting Cats.

The Vibradog  Mandelbrotating chanced
and buffalone friskated on the ice
cattractive Causticat and him codanced
with Yahahawker to acrobatice.

© G. V. 09-10-2013 All rights reserved
(Iambic pentameter)

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Oh no too moppy ahhhhhh



knock knock knock
bang bang
tick tock


mish mash

ring ring



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Ring a Ling, Ding a Ling

Ho. Ho. Ho. Here we go,
blow off the calendar 
for show.

Racy red, glazy green 
and bright white  
blaze into sight.

Hell's bells, boredom tells.
Yuletide pride takes a ride,

while leaves on trees
as yet yearn to turn 

and Turkey Lurkey is still
wheezing in the freezer.

Save your sales 
for a later date;
in return, you may earn

more green 
than you've ever seen.

Cha Ching!

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Pleasure primes pain,
Wit wonders why?
Glimpse gutsy gain,
Style sanguine sigh.

Fancy feels faint,
Big blossoms bulge;
Queer questions quaint,
Ideas indulge.

Prompt payment plays,
Ask apt award;
Death delays day,
Reap real reward.

Action aids arm,
Buzzy blooms bounce;
Cherry cheeks charm,
Pretty play pounce.

Wanting woos wealth,
Migraine mulls meet;
Hurts hurling health,
Gloomy groans greet.

Desire dreams day,
Big blossoms beam;
Pure passion plays,
Dear dancing dream.

Sense sensuous surge,
Bright bearings boom;
Play plunders purge,
Greet glory gloom.

Bright blooming book.
Charm creams cherry;
Lasting lines look,
Love leaps lovely.

Soar sweet stanza,
Choice charms charade;
Apt agenda,
Poise primes parade.

Grab grouchy gaze,
Loss litters lull;
Doom defers daze,
Moments mimes mull.

Dare describe deuce,
Loose lines lessons;
Meet mindful muse,
Words weave weapons.

Leon Enriquez
29 Apr 2014

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Twang toot Fing Foo

Twang toot Fing Foo
Jingle jingle rattle boo
Tiger Tiger splash, squish
Skycrapper’s crashing swish
Wretched retches snorting  snuck
Timtimbuctoo’s belching buck
Whoosh whoosh Winnie Treetree murmur
Croaking frogie's hiss hiss charmer
Punipuni giggles growling grunt 
Oink oink  words' trilling witchhunt 

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When it rain, it pours
It's like opening every doors
Whizzing wind, Whispering breeze
Makes your senses at ease.

When it rain it pours
It's like knocking every doors
Thunder here, lightning there
Awaking your sense somewhere.

When it rain it pours
It's like sweeping every floors
Homes are wet, walls have tears
Taking every dirt and fears.

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Ogden Ash

I think that I may never see a
tree's sounds lovely as onomatopoeia

to see, to hear, just too profound
sound beats cool on worded ground

ain't it funny to hear a word
that IS what it is, coolly absurd

you may ask what constitutes onomatopoeia
can't say exactly, but hear it when I see it

© Goode Guy 2014-01-03

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Ezra Pound
Flamboyant expression
Poetic modernity new.

Seeking no rifacimento
Confusing readers so
Intricate verses makes us blue.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
Schoeningen, Germany (November 22, 2014) 
(Double Dactyl poetic format)

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One More Day

Tap. Tap. Tap.
Shoes. Clicking against the tiles.

Cling. Cling. Cling.
Keys. Jingling against each other. 

Clink. Clink. Clink.
Cuffs. Clanking against the bars. 

Drip. Drip. Drip.
Water. Smacking against the floor.

Whack. Whack. Whack.
A whip. Lashing against my skin.

One more day to go. 

Just wrote this out in a couple of minutes with my mind on the topic word of "prison". Enjoy!

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Saluting King and his new World Order

Pulse facing, sweat racing
Light deafening sounds blinding
World’s waiting, stage blazing
Times nerving, ticking
All of this to Salute a King

Floors pouring, people raining
Eagerly participating, 
Constantly deliberating
Righteously anticipating
A new world order brought about by their Master

Finally, no more violence
Brought about by tender silence
The only nature of its science
Was fearing unrestricted defiance
Saluting King and Kingdom alliance

Yellow majesty and glory
Was witnessing this sacred story
‘See and reap in my Kingdom’ say He
With certainty, destiny foreseen
Praising their Lord and the freedom to be

Eyes listening, ears watching
Feet whistling, fingers shuffling
Sky groaning, thistles moaning
History’s waiting, future’s debating
Hail the King and our new world order

A spurned kiss, a tender brow
Were actions thought to be allowed.
Optimism of this golden Crown
Was the only sober thought that ushered the crowd
As beast and men all salute the King

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Carolina Wren

Where this time?
The pair makes several tries--
my hard hat, a can of nails, window ledge
all filled with leaves.
How do they judge
those inferior, this one prime?
It's predetermined, 
I don't know how.
So too their songs--
he two-notes or three-notes,
and she chirrrs along.
Same songs, same positions, 
morning in and morning out.
I wake to their repetition.
If they watch me, no doubt
they'd see my own routines,
but neither they nor I can find
what isn't wired in my genes.
Why does this human mind
hear Figaro, Figaro, Figaro
in his operatic voice?
Or is it video, video, video? 
It's his song, but my choice.

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An Apology to T.S.Eliot

Let’s drink and be merry and dance on air
Friends and foes of Sindbad, in the dragon’s lair
When the Rock will sit on the rock Norfolk
We will find him under grumble stone -Mr. Prufrock

He was settling a pillow and throwing off a shawl
Set about on eternal questions with Pablo and Paul 
Drank a cup of Horlicks followed by ammonium sol
He was older than his legs and slender like a doll
Squeezed the universe into a bouncing ball.

Let’s drink and be merry and dance on air
Everything is fair in love and cab fare
Have you gone to Country mall? No, it’s rare
I have earned already the lion’s share
Nobody was there to watch out with a vacant stare.

Let’s drink and be merry and dance on air
Move in on to enemy territory a solitaire
Don’t panic; don’t be scared, I am on down stair
I‘ll join you if I can care.

Let’s drink and be merry and dance on air
Till I dare.

16th October, 2014  17:57:00 IST

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     (Apropos A Visit Home )  	

Tired shrimp boats sit moored  
along the muddy banks of the Brazos;
their day’s catch iced down and waiting.

Tormenting mosquitoes flew
from puddles of water
pooled between blades of salt grass,
feasting on the fresh blood
of buzzed home comers.

The aroma of seafood gumbo pots 
saturated the salt water air; and the clinking
bottle caps signaled the gathering of keno players.

Olympian domino players slap their table tops
with rhythms that rival the best of Art Blakely’s
drumming on a full moon Afro Night.

Teams of bid whist players
played musical chairs.

Over chattering voices, echoes of howling dogs
faded into canine whimpers
as Gulf Coast breeze blew sweet memories:

Indeed there’s no place
like home.