Best 80 Poems

A foggy Cuervo morning
I crawl out of my bed
Stagger to the bathroom
With a pounding in my head

It’s just another Sunday
Things can’t get much worse
I think i’ll write a poem
Yes, another drunken verse

Tiny glass of 80 proof
What courage you gave me
To dance upon a table
While crooning...

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A stripped cold feeling
The human empty shells shown
One dark angel weeps










http://www.howmanysyllables.com ( 5-7-5 )
11.04.2016
A-L Andresen :)...

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Aunt Sally Is 80

Well, my family calls me Aunt Sally;
I never was a missus.
I travelled with a disabled colonel,
As a nurse, until

My sister and I went blind, 
Had measles when we were just girls;
She had a family, you know,
But I had to make do myself...

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Haiku 80
	
	
	shadow kisses...
	perfume’s whispered blush 
	sweet darkness...

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I was alone
Travelling Interstate 80
Following the route of the early Western pioneers 
2900 miles across the midsection of America
Stretching from the East Coast to California
In Utah home to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
The land becomes flat and straight
Large signs on the edge...

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Long marches home
through the rain,
through the rain,
through the rain...

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Phileas Fogg's trek
wild globe-trotting travelogue...
fun Passepartout






Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com...

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Believe it or not, I just acquired a new client
Still at it at 80, something's out of alignment
Should have hung up my mouse
Talents have yet to head south
So, long as I'm breathing, still working on refinement...

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I do not have any inkling for a topic of a poem to write on,
When I am 80 years old, it will be a nice poem to say that I am old,
With the lost muse, everything will be come on.

When I am slow at doing...

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My life after 50 years 

I imagin 

50 years from now
I am still in this world 
My brain slows in picking up 
The simple easiest thing 

50 years from now 
I am no longer around my friends 
Im no longer around the people I love...

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THERE ONCE WAS A LASS FROM MANHATTAN

SHE WORE PETTICOATS MADE OF RED SATIN

FOR PLAYBOY SHE MODELED NUDE

‘TIL HER LIFE WAS VIOLENTLY SUBDUED

AND HER NAME WAS DOROTHY STRATTEN
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COPLA 80 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World

What to You the World can matter
Who You assail on a pedestal :
The games You play

Volcanoes Your molten breath sputter
Your heavenly hearth throbs infernal :
Mind blasting clay

Some snakes slither deprived of venom
Others hoods-unfurled scoff at power :
Yet both...

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It’s been a while since I’d been there,
Yet my first sight is old acquaintances in the air,
Their wheeling and turning brings delights of
Graceful thoughts,
And takes me on a windy wing,
As I close my eyes to dip and sway,
Hoping “twirl always be that way
The hawks move...

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(This poem was inspired by the 
cereal isle of a grocery store.)

I have my choice of 80 brands.
Good fortune lends us many hands
In generating all this waste -
A splendid show of varied taste
Delighting children and confusing
Harried shoppers, groping, choosing
Purple monkeys.  Look!  They swing
Across...

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drops of dew in 80 proof,
satin sheets , clouds aloof,
sweet champagne a moment, 
and then,
saccharine gilded past.
awakened by the fragrant 
mourn,
perfect! alas one is tattered, 
torn.
innocent perfection, newborn 
faith
velvet intoxication.
ebon sands shower days per 
chance weeks,
fermenting youth, beauty 
seeks,
days of yore and yonder days,
a memory,...

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