Best Bobbled Poems

This Medusa had no power to turn us into stone
but when she ran aground over Poseidon's throne
his anger stirred, and into the sea the crew was flung.
On a raft urgently built of salvaged timbers we clung.
A hundred and more escaped before the frigate sunk
and after...

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On an early morning walk along the shore
I pondered thoughts about the ocean floor
What treasures are buried beneath its sands
Amid corals, anemones, orange sea fans
I wanted a key to unlock the seabed's door 

On the crest of a wave, what had been carried
bobbled and lobbed,...

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I followed the recipe on the first meal,
Cooked for my wonderful new expectant bride.
Focused on ingredients, prepared with zeal,
I baked it too long, it came out burnt and dried.

Our first crib in a box, directions in hand,
Assembled in order, part by pictured part.
By no means...

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Laying down, out in the open,
Here, in the stillness of the night,
Looking up to the stars shining bright,
The gentle breeze blowing at the fabric,
That covers the palest parts of my skin,
Taking in the sights of the moon,
And the radiance that surrounds it,
The transparent clouds float...

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Hark

The captain spoke to the sick and starving
As he bobbled on the bow
And began
We will go there
Pointing his crooked finger as his dark, salty body dropped 
But with each upsurge he made another point
You are here because you got lost
I'm here to take you home
Down...

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Twas the night before Christmas at the Alberson homestead.
And all was well now that everyone was warm and fed.
It warmed my heart, truly a sight to see.
The lights and decorations sparkling on the tree.
So there we were, collected and gathered in.
With our neighbors, friends and...

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The cork bobbled up and down;
the river ran; chased by mother wind.
The lonely wino took to coma
like fresh fish out of water.

The fallen bottle dripped drops
of lost dreams....

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In Dylan Thomas's word play is read,
That hunched houses, blind as moles, are spread,
Like covers, feather-downed,
To hush and muffle any sound,
The moon dares make, sneaking overhead.

Town named 'Bugger All' backwards, parades
Its hang-over from late night charades,
Not a voice can be heard,
Not a breath, not a...

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There was a dear November long ago
Tucked on the top shelf with my good stuff
Along with the other fond sentiments
Good books and pictures go hand in hand
But that first Fall in college was a keepsake 
Now and then, I open that box
I see graying skies...

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Young and dumb, heart still growing.
Felt the flicker, still not knowing.

Bashful winks was all it took.
Fell prey to her fickle hook.

Flowers, candies, things that bobbled;
Broke the bank and left me hobbled.

Took out loans to keep her smiling.
Wore a frown when debit filing.

Just as I had...

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Dumbledee Dinosaur had birds on his knees
His long, Long, LONG neck would often spout green peas
His eyes would twirl and his ears would spin
He tried to smile all the time but his mouth was too thin
He loved the waters of Twee lakes and Twee oceans
But...

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How heavy the lid from his plastic can
To be held by the fingers of a child
A foam-covered sword held by his hand
As he practiced his faces to look wild
Runs like a warrior with bobbled stride
To find an enemy worthy of his sword
To defeat in battle...

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A pigeon joined me for morning tea

A pigeon joined me for morning tea
Out on the ledge
Fat as can be
Starring through the window pane
Starring at me


As I sipped my tea
He bobbled he wobbled
He put on a show
As the sun began to glow


I’ll invite him for lunch
I...

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Watching snowflakes settle
into a large earthenware pot,
frozen fractals grow.

The snow is ridged into serpentine shapes
and the humped backs of deep sea monsters.
Bobbled ice forms dimple and peak.

Is this a strange art, a contouring
or a  sculpturing that takes form
by the act of watching?

Why is it...

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