Best Cadge Poems

Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
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Slang and jargon make my day!                                       ...

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Excuse my rambling on so, 
                        but my style ought to be
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Yukon just coon sitter me a copacetic, energetic, ironic language lover (English is ma lingua franca late mother tongue), who waxes poetic, but tall so one babbling, creaking, and dabbling dis arming marine naval (gazing) scrivener expressing stance toward thee present lord save us (Te...

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Three kittens looking so perky,
Appealing eyes of slanted green,
The cats cadge a serve of protein,
As I eat my sandwich of turkey.

Surrounding my chair so smirky,
Their longing looks soon seen,
I throw meat from the tureen,
On an impulse quite quirky!

Three kittens looking so perky,
Appealing eyes of slanted...

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Well I live in magnificent splendour
I am honoured wherever I go
I sit in my ivory tower 
And pass judgement on all those below

I criticise government actions
Though nobody elected me
I always want more and I cadge from the poor
My organisations tax-free

I criticised all bankers bonus
Shout for...

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Ah...Satisfactorily Succumbing Into Salubrious Sleep

Aye sandman, I surrender to yar supreme governance
surreal spectacular soiree gifts subconscious sphere
soothing (analogous to natural palliative), ah...REM
member nought, asper exquisite entertaining cerebral
kaleidoscope replete with nonpareil visual trappings

aesthetically tantalizing unforgettable..., but lo' eye can't
captcha scenario upon awakened state, tis bothersome
transcendent, resplendent,...

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please lemme know and honestly profess
if profusion of words create a lingual Loch Ness
(when hens canst come home to roost
   especially, encountering 
   the following conglomeration
   in matthew scott harris patois).

He readily admits writing inventive
   attempts usually...

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Found me raised
     in the Antebellum South
     born an academically gifted
     whip smart, (and any other
     apropos) above average adage
smart son with a
     healthy dose...

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Their faces are still there;
caricatures and cameos,
amigo mugs and jug ears.
Cheering, jeering chums
that would phone at four in the morning
to garble drunken thoughts,
make momentous plans,
or borrow ten quid.
The oddball humorist
and part-time suicide,
the drama queen
contesting her own shadow,
the poet who never wrote a poem.
The mon ami...

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I was musin' yesterday about things I cherished as a boy.
Simple things, yet in my parochial world, things that brought me joy.
Anything from apples to Zweiback and so much more,
Could then be found down the road at the local country store.

For a quarter I could...

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My man’s veiled message unclear
I’ve dallied for four long years
Sis, have I ever been
Fooled!
Turns on the charm on a whim
Parades what you saw in him
Just a tad so you are
Fooled
There’s not a ring
not a vow
no bent knee
no not now
no ball and chain allowed
His blue eyes...

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Pals

Their faces are still there;
caricatures and cameos,
amigo mugs and jug ears.

Cheering, jeering chums
that would phone at four in the morning
to garble drunken thoughts,
make momentous plans,
or borrow ten quid.

The oddball humorist
and part-time suicide,
the drama queen
contesting her own shadow,
the poet who never wrote a poem.

The mon ami...

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A band of comrades rather strange I think you will agree
This oddball bunch together shared a commonality…


The panda didn’t pander to the niceties of style
He wore his usual coat which he had done for quite some while

The zebra was a Libra with an eye for...

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Hatred
(A disease that only God has the cure for.)
By: Miracle Man
August 30, 2020

Anarchist’s don’t want jobs and hate the badge,
Their desire is making others exist in their ruts.
They choose to loot, whine, pillage, or cadge,
and excusing this behavior shows a scarcity of guts.
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