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...

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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...

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for Jean Franco   ?(March 15, 1907- April 15, 1992)
              
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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Life blasting past; too hard to see
Almost web of insanity!

Try to be human - don't conk my brain
Oooh - to just imagine the pain!

To be...

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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
   ...

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