Bare Bones Poems - Poems about Bare Bones

Plastic pink flamingos often placed in the front yard to replace the candles of a birthday cake. I wonder how old the neighborhood skeleton is… —by Poet Bare Bones Yard skeleton fell over - first day. The bones just collapsed - hip..hip..hurray! Flamingoes took flight from yard - out of sight. It’s April second,...

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Older chatbots, just like people, show signs of cognitive impairment, failing on several important metrics in a test normally used on humans. ~Drew Turney, Live Science, 02/16/2025 old AI as demented as I enter into the abyss ...

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Dancing on my own grave, both sides of the same coin; The power’s in the flip; Is it righteous or the night? A slow waltz can give lip; Dancing on my own grave rattles the underground; Unruly sounds fill the air; Ombré locks dressed to kill, a bit devil may care; Dancing on my own grave the necromancer moves; Calling the wrong magic; Bare bones...

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The expression ‘bare bones’ bothers me because of what it implies about all sorts of other bones, that they have lots of meat on them when the truth is they often don’t ~ ...

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Rico Leffanta is his name Writing limericks is his game Sometimes his tone Becomes close to the bone He is brilliant, just the same...

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Pretending he has all he needs. On two wheels of ILLUSION, he rides his steed. EVENTUALLY the ride is over. To find him lying in a bed of clover. Reminicing is his favorite game. You'd never know he feels any shame. Partytime comes and he fades away. Attentive INFUSION leaves him in dismay. Longing for a comfortable corner. Always seems the...

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