Best Dead Ringer Poems

Fairly
Squarely
Rarely
Barely
Shot from the hip fairly, squarely true
Loaded clip but, rarely, barely drew




1-19-2018...

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Buxom blonde, eyelashes long
Cabaret singer
Belting out a bawdy song

She’s a dead ringer
Pure sex too
For 50’s lounge singer

Sensual boobs, wig so thick
My most calm boy
Made up...

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As i gently clear away
the steam that covers the glass
suddenly!
"he" appears
and for now
"he" is temptation
the very person i fear

Although we look the same
this dead-ringer is...

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Most people got married in June because
They took their yearly bath in May
Body odor was the reason
Of the flowers in a bouquet

A big tub of...

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This dirty old man wrote a poem.
It was an ode to lovers.
He sang a song
that glorified adulterers.

And when his rhyme was done
there was a thunderous...

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My father died prematurely while away on 
a business trip from a rogue blood clot to the heart  
I never doubted he loved me,...

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Ah, the life surreal.  Nothing like wearing the weirdness like a greatcoat as I sip bad hotel coffee and muse over where the last few...

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Twas The Night Before Inspection...,

Not a human creature stirred, nor seen 
through out Highland Manor, 
     property carpeted in lush green
(a...

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Mother buried hacked-up carp beneath 
pink rose mallow. She knew the filthy cats 
would come. A balled-up dirty rag 
and coffee tin of smelly kerosene...

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Everyone now days has access to the world wide web aka internet
To search and seek what is new or to just see on face book...

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I am self proclaimed real swinger
My name however, for a Nerd is a dead ringer
I have perfected the War Craft game
On Micro Soft computer applications,...

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You’re jealous of my passions
Don’t think I haven’t noticed
‘cause I don’t keep up with fashions
And I don’t eat of your Lotus

I don’t fall for your...

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I don't want to let go
Why do have to and then try to not let it show,

The anger and sadness I feel burning my insides
What...

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For crying out loud you came into my life like a bat out of hell, no time to think, no time to go slow, I...

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Her cremated ashes still remain sealed in the same nondescript box
white, powdery and chalk like material
devoid of any vestigial semblance to her once living and...

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