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Love Potion

Love Potion 


Add chinchilla fur at the end
Two cups of cold water
Ice
A pound of sugar
A clove of garlic
Four cinnamon sticks
A package of Big Red gum
A teaspoon of curry powder
A bunch of fresh parsley
Five lb bag of white rice to throw all over room and bed
Add some cotton candy


Copyright © Ayesha Karim | Year Posted 2013


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She Exposed Her Chinchilla



There once was a gal named Patricia She was known for her sexy charisma She'd parade round town Guys would gather round As she danced she exposed her chinchilla © Jack Ellison 2015


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015


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Soccer Mom Ninja



If you ever meet up with a soccer mom ninja Watch you don't cross her or she'll chop your chinchilla Vicious and surly This dangerous girlie Avoid her at all costs or call in the militia


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018


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Collage -1

With chinchilla glass
ocean waves lapping my toes
fancy flights take off.

Wren pecks at my thoughts
as it perches on tree stump
posing as prince toad.

Caveat flashing light
intrudes in my dreamy state
warns me to leave prince


Copyright © Josefina Costales | Year Posted 2015


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A drop of rain water

Since the begining of days when my heart became an advocate of concrete paths, I have 
come to understand the joys that are unprecipitated fears and the fears that are purpose. 
For so long I have adapted to the muddy waters that breed beautiful roses with thorns of 
such pure poison. Taking into my lungs the fresh air, this same air that is only fresh with the 
will of foul principle, yet some how law. Speaking the language that has no sound and 
somehow it is always too loud for its own good. Induction in the chase for things that keep 
my temperature down in the summer while making the atmosphere a little warmer. Like 
something chilly for my wrist ,neck, ears and hands. In the most artic of winters things that 
keep me warm like having a personal zoo, mink, chinchilla, fox, rabbit, beaver, and ostich 
and yet winters are still so cold. Realizing that somehow winters burn the soul, as summers 
tend to freeze the heart. Love is the sound of nature and its remeberance of present. Eagles 
scream through the air, colts break the pavement with 38 and 45 calibers of pressure. The 
floating of land crafts with special made wheels, stars, spokes, claws, blades, all in chrome 
reflecting the spite of happiness in this life. Delicate feminims that perform the sweetest of 
actions with the audacity to control the wheather of man. Sunny days, cloudy months, and 
years of storm. Pleasure is found everywhere and yet it is never found, so pain is the 
blessing of that same pleasure seeked. With each passing day I appear cleaner, except for 
my work related smudges(from the parkway to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the 
community). All the things I want I have and still I have nothing. Today has been here a 
thousand times and only once,tomorrow will pass as yesterday returns. This is where the 
truest kisses come from angels, yet the only blessings are from the breath of the demon. 
This is home, the city of hustle in the divided states of atrocity. So much passionate turmoil, 
so much un-affordable affection that is afforded by price and un-conditional purpose. As the 
tears of an infant blend with the crying of the clouds this waters brings hope of a changed 
existence. One that is the best life, not heaven or hell, not paradise, but life as it could be, 
life in a drop...a single drop... Of Rain Water!            Live, Suffer, Celebrate!


Copyright © Son Winter | Year Posted 2010


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The Defiance of Eve



and lastly I'd like to thank my agent
Shifty Placard unkempt as they come
nutty as squirrel cheeks at the Ritz
a little like Santa Claus and Nero
Shifty made me walk the line
between the rolling green hills of home 
and a great vacuuming nothingness
made me grow extra fingers and toes 
to feebly hang on with 
Shifty wasn't all bad but
you couldn't love him like a bag of fries
he wanted the whole chinchilla
his little heart a wiggling volcano
yes an eater of souls but hey
souls far too often beg for it
based on observation mind you
we all dance screaming and chanting
clutching our genitalia in holy ardor
a spectacle of the damned if you ask me
they can buy you with smoke and mirrors 
and I'll have no part of it
well maybe just a little reflection
I know that wasn't proper
time to take evasion
nothing quite so effective for a life on the run
as a well packed suitcase
that's the entirety of my wisdom
but then there may be 
a more appropriate momentary abstraction
so I shifted to a new agent 
The Great Mundayne 
and have been enjoying an easy retirement 
at the Home of the Holy Retread
in a race against senility and publication
and always remember kids to
um I forget
it's the law of the jungle out there
the jungle part is real
the other is a functional if occasional overlay
a sea of hard infrastructure assets which
Mundayne’s assistant Vaselina Nudelman
had in spades undertaker spades
she triggered street lamp photocells
and her lips sparkled when she spoke
too much horsepower for the pavement
I'm going to do you
like I did Mr. President she said
in a voice like honey with ants
needless to say I fell
her spasms were remarkable
she had a bee hive between her legs
and the lights went out all across town
the key is how you got here
your soul is your ability to look inside
it doesn't need will to act
it needs the expectation 
of an improved model


From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/


Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2016


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crafty Casanova clown

Charisma
Character like fizzy soda
Charismatic bubbly citrus cobra
Slither like a quicksilver persona
Persuasive chanter of poetic chatter
He has the aroma of one who is
A chiseled chest square chin
Chilling mister chinchilla Casanova
And quite the master enigma


Copyright © Sebastian Aaron Baez | Year Posted 2015


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She Exposed Her Chinchilla



There once was a gal named Patricia She was known for her sexy charisma She'd parade round town Guys would gather round As she danced she exposed her chinchilla


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016


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LISTENING TO JOAN BAEZ

I sat with rum and Joan Baez the other day
Writing up three poems in Bombay
One short  another crooked
Yet not quite a disaster
The other long and sad
Not very bad but still not much more
Than a chinchilla whore
In her teens, plump, with baby fat
Still around her cheekbones, shoulders, waistflesh

Trellised eaves
A tooting car on Cadell Road
Dusk falling, friends out on a binge,
I alone in the darkening flat
Joan Baez on my knee her voice from the cassette recorder
Blurring the border between voice and flesh
And letting them enmesh
Wafting out over lonely streets
Climbing the Pali Hills
Sidling in stealth by private yew hedges
To caress like silk the legs of a party
Falling to pieces at only six-thirty

Prosaic, proselytizing like Diogenes in the bin
Beard straggling all over an obdurate chin

Breathe in the voice let the pictures go by
Looking for a conjuror in the sky
And confused, return
Dreams back to ashes, ashes to the urn
Quiet in the knowledge that ashes don’t burn.

They say  some  poetry
Is coming out of me
Juice wrung out by iron teeth
From the tender heart  of a slender tree.


Copyright © Debasish Datta | Year Posted 2011


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Zila The Chinchilla

Zila 'the killa' chinchilla as he was known
Sat in his villa on his golden throne
He was a marvel a maverick a real joker
A prancer, a chancer, a lifelong nonsmoker 
Our boy 'the killa'.
Never mediocre, always bodacious 
With girls he was, I say, flirtatious
Feeling alive never monotonous so audacious
Fur so soft they cried "goodness gracious".
That a boy the killa.
He put his looks to use
Cringey styles gave him abuse
On the catwalk flawless a real Zeus
Shuffling on four feet he did enthuse
The little bugger was let loose
Our furry friend the killa!
He did play hardball he made a racquet 
His fame put him in a new tax bracket
Shops now selling his slick leather jackets
The naysayers who said he won't hack it
Killa's chirping like a feathery blue tit
Our dear old friend the Killa!
If there's something the Killa can teach us
To profit in this world you gotta have guts
Analyze that minus and change it to a plus
He made no fuss he never cussed 
Call him a wus he will go nuts
He's one of us, the Killa!


Copyright © Jim Kilduff | Year Posted 2017


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Rickity Ragity

Rickity Ragity  by James Edward Lee Sr.
 
Rickity risked
rags while rolling rolls
role playing rogues
rose roused rubbing
rubbish right handed
ricochet retained objective

Rickity Ragity is his full name
He is a rabbit who ain't ashamed
Sewing and gambling is his game

retaining ripen red roses
russet runts running mates
ripping rip roaring while showing
rhinoceros repelling lions swag

Rickity Ragity is his full name
He is a rabbit who ain't ashamed
Sewing and gambling is his game

Rickity girlfriend is a chinchilla
who lives in the villa
her name is Regina
and she likes ruba-shakes
sipping on organic carrot laden coffee cake
recovering reaction reckoning
Rickity buys licorice

Rickity risked ricochet retained objective
Sewing and gambling is his game
rhinoceros repelling lions swag
Rickity Ragity is his full name
He is a rabbit who ain't ashamed
Sewing and gambling is his game
Rickity Ragity is his name

12/06/17


Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017


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Long Way Up

A Long Way Up




Big city socialites
Barely there dresses.
Midnight chill kept off  their 
shoulders by thick chinchilla fur. 
Champagne filled bellies.
Strutting their stuff. A wiggle 
in their midnight walk.
Frozen smile.
Eyes as dead as the animal about 
their skinny neck.


written By: Patricia Sawyer
10-30-2008










Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2008


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Goddamn Cat

Goddamn Cat
Fuzzy and fat
You stalk the night
And my feet
Now fleshy shredded wheat
Was it love you were after

Goddamn Cat
Orange and black
You crap in a box
Litter on my socks
Do I hear kitty laughter

Goddamn Cat
My wife’s cuddly gem
You piss the bed
Sleep on my head
Why am I on the sofa

Goddamn Cat
Evil’s feline friend
You bite my hand
Howl to no end
I know you have no father

Goddamn Cat
You chinchilla rat
You plot my death
Steal my breath
May I adjust your collar

Goddamn Cat
In my favorite hat
Shedding on my clothes
Only heaven really knows
Who said happily ever after

Goddamn Cat!


Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2005


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Someone

It’s funny;
I can never tell how much someone means to me
Until they’re walking out of my life.
I take everyone for granted:
Write their stories 
But forget their presence.
Praise their company
But forget to thank them for it.
I had best friends once.
Many, actually.
I had spend-the-nights,
Watching-movies nights,
Up-too-late-reading-shitty-magazines nights,
Talking-about-boys-for-hours nights,
Crying-in-an-unfamiliar-bed nights.
I helped pick out someone’s outfit,
And I pushed someone into a pool.
I played with someone’s chinchilla
Even though I was afraid to hold it,
And I played truth-or-dare-
Many, many, many times.
With many someones.
I helped someone name her cat
And went over to someone’s house
Even though I’d just gotten dumped by her brother
And it was awkward as hell.
I watched Twilight with two someones,
Drove a state over to shop with two someones,
Drank tea and ate whole fried apples with two someones-
Got ditched by two someones.
Decided I was done with all someones
When I had a somebody
Who cared to stick around.


Copyright © Carissa Marie | Year Posted 2018


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Patricia



Have a new friend, her name is Patricia From the start, she's befriended this old gorilla Her writings impress me too They're fresh and new How fortunate am I, she's like a sweet chinchilla


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017


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Valley of Joy

My life is so fine
In the valley of bliss
In the trees of pine
Wife to hold and kiss,
No moments amiss,
Rachel is her name,
My hearts true flame.

The river doth glimmer
With its bed of glass
A positive shimmer
Banks of green grass
Its waters do pass
Softly scented with vanilla
As soft as a chinchilla

The flowers are speckled
In the grasses so green
Like Rachel’s face freckled
Her beauty is serene
Her eyes aquamarine
Like the beauty of my valley
In her beauty I will tarry

The trees they angle up high
So slender and smooth
Like her soft skinned thigh
Core of my soul to sooth
My troubles she can remove
When walking through my vale
Beauty will always prevail

Sun shines down on noon,
Bathing us in it warm embrace,
My heart will then swoon,
As it lands on her sweet face,
She moves with an inner grace,
Through my little hidden dell,
And it’s all enveloping sweet smell.

Eternally my heart resides there,
In my private valley hideaway,
My soul mate with shiny hair,
Here I spend forever and a day,
Time of departure forever delay,
Here in my mind where all is well
Away from reality and its miserable hell


Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2006