Best Chute Poems

Oh cripes I’ve gotta tell yer of a horror ride I had,
	That beat any bronc or bull I’ve rode, and I must say I’m glad,
	I’ll...

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White Devil

Call it what you want!
I call it, his favorite season hunt...
Two hoofs imprinted near the riverfront.
Echoes calling my soul with a loud, ferocious grunt.

I...

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It’ll be an old fashioned Christmas,
with Santa due down the chute.
I bet he Purells his reindeer, 
and Lysols his hazmat suit.

It’s an old fashioned Christmas.
We’ll...

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Tomatoes are amazing things, so tasty-good to eat,
they have a secret juice inside that really can't be beat.

Eating one will make you strong and help...

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My heart was pumping hard that day I faced the maddening crowd, 
Despite the spinning in my head I stood there mighty proud. 
Though racked...

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The sun plunged
In the space of silence,
The summer has been extended
In a slow wandering ...

The orb has been drunk,
Gradually, by fringes.
> We did not hear...

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Sliding down in a hurry the chimney chute Santa lost his boot
As return gift cute the damsel gave a sock for frostbitten foot. 

December 18,...

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For poetry, I'll need to see
Let the battle of switches begin
From the wall switch to the light
"Which one is it?" never ends!

An aging poet, past...

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The Meaning of Life



Falling from sky
           Heading for earth
      ...

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In
a dream
I'm
dropping
through the air
tumbling
and
spinning
completely 
out of control
plummeting 
downward
to 
the earth
free falling
wildly
with 
no chute
on.


(Waltz Wave)


05/28/2020

Falling Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann...

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recognized her instantly
from his dream work
she had no idea

pursued her until she could stand no more
she dumped him hard as coal goes down a chute

did...

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The Poconos was not the premiere honeymoon spot.
The delivery, not far from the rushing rainbow knot.
Not anywhere, near my entrance, when love calls.
I might have...

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A picturesque day

fresh blanket of white powder

A journey, a quest to make memories

One, two,

 skip a few,

 ninety-nine, one hundred

racing up the steps

to the top...

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Born in 1921, somewhere in Wyoming, born to ride wild stock
Started at sixteen, hung up his spurs at 53
Thirty Seven years  of riding broncs...

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She Wrote To Me

My secret lover I left you 5 years ago I could not take it anymore I had 
to fill my emptiness without...

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