Best Biped Poems

How do people do it?
For that matter, how do I pull it off?
Sitting in front of the computer for so many hours,
body compressed into a...

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Some time
before the biped thought
of history, he carved out image
of himself, and in the murky dawn
of consciousness, began to look around
to see just how he...

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Kingfish sat tall in the boat.
His baited hook trolled behind,
To entice lurking humanoids,
He would fillet before he dined.

The ocean had schools of bait,
Swimming humanoids could...

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The E(n)dge


I leave damp mudprints 
there where I met the shore.

The dragonflies' dances,
the goslings scrammed,
and I for now (or 'lo, for once)
exhaled.  Edges do...

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COPLA DIECINUEVE : This Bad Guy World

All biped animals aren’t Men
Some are elves, fairies and witches
Others yet thugs

All are born to play roles given
Time Place...

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i wonder why we are always plagued by the sense of disappointment
with others
everything can float with currents so nicely and then
a gesture
a statement
an intonation
entropy rears...

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Not the sleek modern skyscrapers
Fragile, slim, standing tall
Catwalk queens of present times

But squat, imposing, solid built
Dowagers of a bygone age!

Forgotten memorials
Screaming, unheard, unseen
Proclaim of valor...

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Now hear this tale of Planet Earth
And how it was robbed of its worth.

From a species of quadruped
There evolved a novel biped,
A new species with...

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The Planet of the Mice

By Elton Camp

Imagine if mice should gain the upper hand
It’d be a world people wouldn’t think grand

Cheese would become the main...

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Said a skeptical clam to one nearby:
They say beyond these waters is only sky.

Do you suppose life without mud or water
suits a clam, and is...

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The psychology of the sun is strange...

The violinist's taupe 
strapped sandals, color of beach 
sand, burning, slap tiles

with embedded grime, like
the charred plaster walls of...

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A fish crow has tan-
blue sparkles; pearls coat the sky.
A resting brook 

is melting chocolate, 
it flows through lime-green sprouts. 
A burning orange 

is the...

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fair glinting gold

                   light shining bold

 ...

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One day Gaia was doodling
with sharp twig, on scribbly gum.
"Note to Self"
These big-brained bipeds
are getting far too cocky for their britches.
All the dumb-arses 
are becoming...

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Black grass dances in the warm winter air
And furry quadrupeds run wild with the
Shackles of instinct.

The metallic creature gives spontaneous birth
To bipeds who desire to...

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