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 never have to ride like that, again to hold me seat.
	Now rodeo is ‘kiddies’ stuff compared to what I beat....

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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 smell it in the air, lost upon the white golden stair.
A deep frost dwelling all over his lair.
Tangled by the...

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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 all have on our masks,
and our muffled yuletide carols,
will be just like seasons past.

We’ll observe all the guidelines.
We’ll eat six...

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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 you with your grades,
and just for having tasted one, success will come in spades.

They help you solve encrypted notes and...

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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 with pain my reddened hand acknowledged them a wave 
And to this day I've ne'er forgot, the accolades they gave....

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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 anything,
From the fall of the angel ...

The horizon has folded its wings around
Confusing the distants ...
Evening invades what remains of...

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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, 2018...

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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 my prime
My memory now is not acute
In truth it has been in decline
Ever since I popped the chute!

What's next, will...

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The Meaning of Life



Falling from sky
           Heading for earth
                          ...

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and there sat the Grouch,
waiting for Santa and his present filled pouch.
I'm sure that all of you have heard of the Grinch,
but the Grouch is far worse, at least by one inch.

That vile and distasteful sixty-six year old man
had been writing...

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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 gushed out, in a barrel, over the falls.

Could I navigate the canal, the Erie? Where do I land?
Amidst the history...

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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 not find each other for twelve years
she had her own soul dreams by now
they burned the sky up...

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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 of the hill

faster

hurry daddy !!

Toboggan in tow

Dad's too slow

Top of the hill

they're all finally there

Get in line and wait their...

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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 and bulls
Made his home aboard outlawed livestock
Riding with broken bones and paying his fees
Night after night, on them old bone...

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