Best Bipeds Poems

Fancy feast
In my best china dish
How she loves to be finicky
Wearing nothing but
Her pretty pink rhinestone collar
As she tiptoes across the room
Slinky and sleek
With a...

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GAZA 2014

Which veil b
                locks o
    ur...

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Hey, I've got me a plan to survive World War Three
And it doesn't involve living deep in the sea
With a mermaid named Maddy from that...

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Ma,
Why do I need to apostrophize you? Why did you flew away into the celestial regions so earlier? Is it because you are from a...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 56

To what extent can there be room for free will
If what governs is the Principle Yang-Yin
Since the future...

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No citadel’s too tall for mortals like you.
Even acclivity of mounts fear of bipeds like you.
Adam’s ale in its ampleness has lost its meaning.
And only...

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LOOK OUT, IT'S GETTING DARK
Look out, itís getting dark
Time never strode
Viciously before
Treachery, torment
And unleashed lust
Demonstrated route-march
Even at broad day light
Look out, itís getting dark.
Daughter has...

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Drunk as a Dog

By Elton Camp

Some similes don’t make much sense at all
Like the intoxicated, “drunk as a dog” to call
“Drunk as a skunk” is...

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There is no world beyond this one we know
With dominant bipeds and skies of blue
And lack of compassion and love we show.

Perhaps there could be...

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Winter’s hoar…frost..
has bled the maples
Crimson, marks
the torn throat of morn.

Summer’s sullen forays
have scared the natural
blush of Fall.
Would the wood recover
from the toxic fumes of man?

Radiant...

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Off the train I hit the streets
and start laughing. This is ridiculous,
incomprehensible. How can innumerable bipeds
have individual inner lives. Why are they doing
what they’re doing?...

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Take leave of this
Veneer of contented containment 
Go tell your thoughts
Delineate the shades of
Dusk and the dark 
Beneath the ashes sleep
Never renews this life 
Little...

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because it  burns  you
you don't like the sun
and the shadow doesn't buy a story,
It knows its edges and the milky ways,
attached to a...

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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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