Best Commodore Poems

“He fought often and once bled in the cause of freedom, but his habits of War did not lessen in him the peaceful virtues which...

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An hour before time, they put her through the motions.
Shoving and pulling her strings adding oil and suntan lotion.
Hot and humid still shining in candid...

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I starts me life as pirate, 
A grommet before age twelve,
Not an ordinary bandit,
High sea adventures me delve.

With a Letter of Marque in me han’
And...

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Spiritual Mahjong
Your Move Lord

Is there a God?
A benevolent entity.
An eternal presence presiding over me.
A creator, watching and observing.
All knowing.
Is my end determined and conclusive before...

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What do computers daydream about?
   Do they wish they talk back or shout?
Without a disc drive,
It would not survive,
   I’m sure...

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Commodore Cornelius Vanderbilt
raised you as a monument 
to his empire, and why shouldn’t he.
From humble beginnings his art was 
monopoly. He understood the art in...

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I love this drug
it makes me sooooo.....mmm
superwomaly
flying to the fifth or sixth dimension of an extension of 
me
Not being self absorbed or super conceited
just longing...

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On the edge of barren, corroded shore
Where sailors ply their trade no more
No tenured harbor gallant fleets to moor,
or docks to greet restless crew, strident...

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Ham vk4pr

In 1988 I got a puter ,
And it was cuter ,
Than a fowling ferret ,
Yes in the month of may.

Me old commodore 64,
I’d fire...

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On balmy beach blithe commodore
Without ship, rudder, or rowing oar
Striding gusts, waves only chore
Soothing breeze girdles the shore
Sidling along, currents to explore
Mind's tranquil base to...

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The first was a wee bird 
How clear the glass 
Its thud was loudly heard 
Rendered it to the earthen grass…
The second was the pig,...

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1 Crest Road

At 1 crest road computers lurk,
and donkeys they run free.
Theres Halliwell he's hard at work,     (Canadian imported about 1970)
friend...

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I’ve contemplated my navel
            for hours at a time
     ...

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 Did I even Mention before?
Theres some tension in my core
I can't be silent, no more
I always close my doors
And try to forget unsettled scores
And...

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Extinction
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