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 regal air
Ignoring silly bipeds
Life is grand
Prancing around
She owns the place



Published in The Amateur Poets Magazine, Spring 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2021

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Humans are we with bodies of structures complex.
Death comes to all of us though in varying effects.

Flesh. blood and bone are we, held together by
sinews. Also we have organs on which we rely.

Bipeds are we –meant to walk with postures straight.
We dance and ride and...

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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 land where ‘twenty is plenty’ for women? And hence, ignoring the official life expectancy figure, you bade us adieu at...

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GAZA 2014

Which veil b
                locks o
    ur view  of the app
          arent ,    what...

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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 '80s movie
Or a grey-skinned E.T. hoping to crossbreed with me.

There's a bunch of big blokes known as Bigfoot to some
And...

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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 can largely be told at will

Since the Yi Jing permits karma to fulfil
Good works compensate pitfalls one stumbles in
To what...

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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 with your condonance, 
do the flowers un-bud and birds do sing.
But let’s see, if this almighty can pass in my...

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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 not reached home
Look out ÖÖÖÖ.
Clutches of evil
So visible, virulent
Brutish libertines
Clung in air embodied
Tender child
She is not at home
Look out-
Sharp beaked...

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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 life where the stars glow,
Blinking and pulsating their reddish hue.
There is no world beyond this one we know.

Do they have...

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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 also heard all the time
But I figure that is because of the nice rhyme

A dog I’ve never once seen shop...

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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? I have no answer
New York City but to also go about my business
in this case prepare for surgery, survival.

But why...

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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 the sun which bombs
the atmosphere, a blight of cancer
upon the uncloaked skin…
Mutant and mutating man
warring harbinger of doom.

Where sand and...

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An Introduction to Max
 
Hi, I am a mastiff cross and my name is Max. To be precise it’s Magical Maxi the Wonder Dog but you can call me Max. That’s not to say I possess magical powers as such but I can make myself...

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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 lived over and
Out like a wick
Talk takes the teacher
Like a bishop 
To a castled king
Every dog has his 
Day to...

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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 leaf tail
chlorophyll counts its rays,
sucks energy from its light,
- we grow elephant ears,
our heads have shrunk like the peak of...

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