Best Conk Poems

A Caveman on the Prowl

Grogg is not going out to hunt and gather
But to see if he can find a mate he’d rather
He doesn’t even need to think of some line
As a hard conk on the head will do just fine...

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Free Power
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“You’re not a spring chicken,”
My husband blurts out.
The truth in that statement’s
Beyond any doubt.

My running around’s 
Surely taken its toll,
As Nature reminds me
I’m not in control.

For age has its limits
And mine’s reached a peak.
What I do in a day
Should spread over a week.

I try for...

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for Jean Franco   ?(March 15, 1907- April 15, 1992)
              
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The children always part their ways when they grow. Not because they don't love parents but because they feel no body understands them. They can't get over their emotions,  they can't see what they have yet not imagined. 
A parent knows the behavior isn't...

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A Pilot Needed in the Cockpit

By Elton Camp

In movies, pilot and copilot conk out
But always, a half-way pilot is about
But not for many years has he flown
Perhaps in the air force he was shown

Or maybe he was the cause of a crash
And thinks as a...

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Laston Simuzingili linkedin with this American
maverick freelancing writing scout, 
(and word maven par excellence
Matthew Scott Harris always ha sellout), 
thru Spoken Word route, a popular global 
Facebook poetry forum prodded me to venture, 

without shadow of a doubt, and try my hand 
to craft, this...

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every March seventeenth, the glint froom
a perverted imp finds me achin'
and if aye dig deep enough,
this Goyish pseudo judo day yo criss chin

can figuratively unearth a puckish
   (gnome like) elfish sprite 
   with a layer ring ga Erin
which byte size (key)...

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I was getting the wind but was myth
As he odium me was the real truth
Lone wolf I remained, solo from reality
And suffered the pain of libel..!!!

Conk-out he did and joined another chum
The truth kept me soothe
I shivered in the ail of conk-out and zest
And ebbed...

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I feel invisible. And Christmas feels like another terror crisis for families. I design 
every city, feel no pity for this except, and  can't travel and have romantic sex in the 
cities with my princess Jaclyn. I will make the Da Vinci Code book...

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Albeit cold shower with sudden zoo
ming onset of
brisk fallen temperatures
may not be amenable to you
dear reader, but after Matthew
sets to washing
creating substantial lather,

visited with healthy slew
of frothed shampooed hair do
(cuz - jest like
Spongebobsquarepants,
I like abundant suds),
which initial shock
     of cold water...

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When I tie the noose,
will you stop me from defying gravity,
perhaps I shall hold my own hands whilst I try to descend high above the ground,
and maybe when I fail, I'll put a  call through  to 911,  the pastor and the parson as I lay...

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It snowed last night
and spring’s nascent shades
were hidden under a sky of lead,
the cedars, green, cloaked
by a blanket of snow white
framed by tree trunks black.
The swollen stream ran brown not clear,
but the dogwood glistened shiny red
and the Red-winged Blackbird
flared his epaulets of scarlet and yellow
and...

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when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority
     of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with exception of sixth)

     freely exercised diabolical...

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Dossier (doze heir) About This Sleepy Head

Unable to shake off drowsiness
     iz not ease zee,
hence, as a night owl, no
     (not that you
     give a hoot) ye
may be share compatible
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