Best Blubbery Poems

We dragged the slopes to our feet.
On the summit, we burnt our clothes
for wood and there shuffled our feet
in the hush of the falling snow.
 
We had come out of the scuffed grass.
 
With one look back in unbelief
exhuming the long trek
   ...

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From morning to time day is done
Sunflower follows the sun
There is a brief nostalgia then fun
As around the sunflower children run

The poppy flowers are red
Like once on Monte Casino blood red
Poppies there are kind of sad
The victory is great but they say poppies are red

Because...

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“Knock, knock” “Who’s there?”  I haven’t a clue
What day is it? Who’s at my door?
“Here is some breakfast I made just for you”
Says some stranger who slept on my floor
The sight of the eggs and the bacon and tea
Turns my stomach inside upside down
Migraine’s...

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with noticeable burgeoning bosom in the offing, ahoy
this baby faced blubbery bosom beastie boy
fast becoming a bra man,
and might hire himself out
as a male wet nurse for employ

ment, cuz when stark naked on shark tank,
I behold two bopping, brewing, busting
flap jacks in search of a...

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Oh, foolish man! I told you I'm not a clinger
  Don't grab my tail 'less you want to be bitten
    and if at me you keep pointing your finger
      I'll show you the contempt of an...

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I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze

soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy add a pose

zing losing battle –...

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Madam Merry, the Principal of the school
Contrary to her name was neither merry nor cool
Igniting sparks of fear, she remained a terror
No wonder, students looked upon her in horror

There was an uncontrollable anger streak
In her genetic makeup! When it reached an all time peak
There was...

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A rundown duplex in an old inner city place
The walls smeared with dog  in an outright disgrace
It smelt of no hope and no future for her anyone more
The neighbours complained of loud music and bad language behind her door

We were called one evening and...

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Yikes, aside from mental
     health re: psychotherapy,
     which haint the worse
cyst phase of being
     objectionably being called "old man",
     this poem doth tack
     toward the...

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In a closed door speech Saturday April 10th, 2021,
thus far, he accumulated $85 million so far.
*     *     *     *     *     *    ...

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PART THE FIRST
black coffee beans 
bountiful in Bismarck.
rich provisions for the soul
and succulent dinners for the heart
I met a waitress once
she gave twenty-three reasons to prove to me that God exists.
each one delicately worded with vigor and puissance
it was bittersweet like the coffee she would...

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Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography 
qua zee mow toe natural formed tunnel.

Digitally remastered and revised
since original version rejected, thus
writer released, ...

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I stay on this side of the wall,
Where the wind is sharp,
And the stars shine.
I go about my daily chores
With fervor and promptitude. 
Cutting the grass, clearing the fallen leaves,
And letting the vines hang on the wall. 
I am happily discontent.

But, when it comes climbing...

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A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)...
deplores adipose tissue gain

No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed

madding crowd of carolers singing,
where mine sinking spirits ceased
rising today December 18th, 2020
analogous how unleavened...

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Still calling to me
Getting my attention
Rubbing
Scratching
Wrenching them.
Blisters,
Dry skin,
Cracking,
Even bleeding.
Rubbing them raw.
Only stopping when the pain is too much,
Or when other eyes on me.
Clenching them in fists,
Driving me nuts.
Then a 360....
A gentle touch
That has my eyes instantly swell up,
My face becomes blotchy,
The blubbery mess I avoid.
I...

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