Best Elevens Poems

"!! Eleven elevens !!, cried the Seven,
"Did you forget girl, how to play?
While you rocked on your heels,
And you swayed two fours,
Did you trip and...

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I sit with crooked knees, bent 
like the browning blades of grass 
trampled by turtles 
and picked apart by doves 

My moans aren't moans of...

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I wanted something bubbly
Coke with ice cream trick
That fridge, again, empty
So I made my trip to Kwik

Swerving around this town in my horses
Parking up by...

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When the lights go down 

and the kids are asleep

My spirit wants to party

Tell that to my feet.


My poor tired feet

As big as they are

Have...

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Once upon a time not so very long ago,
There was a man with old shoes, which let the air flow

He travelled to the shoe shop...

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She who holds a seamlessly symmetrical silhouette 
so supple to the touch 
coupled by hips on sticks of tango, that inimitable set of pins 
simper...

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There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
And I bet it stunk to high heavens!
And if she really lived in that thing
The size...

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glittering gold crosses 
adorning muscled, tanned bodies 
endlessly liposuctioned into Versace
worshipping the almighty dollar 
as they cruise the golden boulevard 
disciples of Bentley and Rolls

paying...

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For the break.fast at hand,
So that I'll understand,
He makes me a sloppy jo.
... ug. So over I rolled.


She nibbles at JO,
waves g’morning to MO…

Mmmm.
A tasty...

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I float 
in breathless transience
of heartbeats
as the moon's feral pupil peers
through keyholes
in the clouds

The Orpheus kiss
is a crap shoot
elevens showering sterling whispers
of soft Tiffany roses
from...

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"1331 is already done
1111 is even more fun
With these number and with these words
We prove to each other that we are nerds.
Tell me a story...

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Hand surgeon, aptly named Charlie 
Had a habit most folk view bizarrely
Each day before patients lay on his table
He sniffed a line or two which...

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One day I’ll wake up and lie 
Tell you that I’m not happy
But I’m really “not”
Say that I’m over you
But I’ll never really stop
Being in...

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A Wordsmith’s pen
Is mightier than the sword
For he can turn a tricky word
Into a verbal weapon
And win the day against the hoard
The words of the...

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Forgive me if I ask how long before we converge again around the bonfire in the wee hours to douse this chilly dust-laden winds of...

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