Best Biped Poems

Humanity 

The pagan pilgrimage, sun-worshippers frequently make
Latter-day phenomenon, take off on a Bronze Age break
Constellations change position, solstices realign
Tropic of Capricorn peaks, Cancer starts its slow decline

Astrologers reassure us, the end is not bespoke
Astronomers can’t sleep, has a supernova awoke?
Healthy cells deconstruct inexorably from their...

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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 computer chair.
Feel a whole decade older than I actually am-
aching bones,
stiff joints,
sore muscles.
Eyes all dried out
as I get up from...

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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 not resist—
Drumsticks, hams, and candied yams.
Ham on hook seldom missed.

Zingo! The reel screamed sweet music! 
Smiling, Kingfish braced his fin.
The...

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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 fit, and how it was
that he had come to be; he wiped the drool
from off his chin and then exclaimed...

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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 that.

A turtle somewhere spied me
not spying a frog; quick to leap.
And splash!  My eyes follow my ears.
A biped clown,...

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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 Parents Beliefs Glitches:
The fate each lugs

Guys good and bad make up charade
Tug of war levels out with time:
If bad guys...

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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 arms and hands
And versatile for new demands.
The biped learnt to wield a stick
And found many a hunting trick.
Thus came the...

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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 itself into the equation
this longing for a prefect match 
instilled with wit and calamity
is a hobo's dream of sleeping on...

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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 
In faded wars.

Winged griffins,
Gargoyles, Gods, Goddesses
Look down and stare
Mute remnants of majesty.
Verily Ozymandias comes to mind.

The lanes littered
With the birds,...

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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 a Syrerian
merchant. Anytime...a fear:

bombs dropped, scarring 
an isolated biped life.
Morning edges spill

light the tint of egg-
whites commixed with the yolk,...

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It came as lightning
It came as lightning
thunder and fire it had not
but the terrible made surveillance

cows it saw grazing, 
touched them and rejected

birds sat on trees singing, 
looked at all and ignored

blades of nature sang sweet music to it
smiled at them and moved away

trees bend...

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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 food around
Only to bait mantraps would pizza be found

Lady mice would jump up onto a chair
And say, “Eeek, I see...

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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 smarty-pants.
These bloody bipeds are building
bloody big Babel information towers 
all over the place.

Plagiarism is rife,
There's no room for original thought...

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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 sun;

yet a rock can wears 
its hue. A stick curves up from
the water- a night

colored alligator 
that spares biped shades...

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