Best Fie Poems

(a response to a provocative post)

Your voyeuristic **** post
Has got me choking on my toast
I should have better things to do
Than commenting on sex and...

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Blowing up things, unfortunately,
Birth’s the printing of endless money.
By Gov’ments and world money makers,
That overwhelm global undertakers.

Yet we cry out that war is unsound,
That it...

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Glory to thermodynamics in general...

and generation of heat in particular
cuz yours truly 
spoiled with trappings 
of Western Civilization.

How ideal I imagine 
to dwell in a...

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Fee Fie Foh Fum
Free Fry 'Fro Frum
Flee Fly Flow Flum

Dee Die Doe Dumb 
Me My Moe Mum
Knee Nigh No Numb

Bee Bye Bo Bum
We Why Woe...

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A conversation overheard between Shakespeare and his former muse.

"So many things hath turned to utter folly over the ages.
Hundreds of years since I've penned pages...

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Awarded FIRST PLACE  in contest sponsored by:  Brian Strand of England
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‘Tis hell,  this place 
Me doth dwell 
Lost in dreams of thee
Drifting...

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Shana Aubrey Harris – 
 whose existence begat by dada and da mama; aye
revel your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by
chatting over...

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Fiddlely Fee
Four men at sea
Floundering outside the bay
Fairily Fun 
Feasting on sun
Feeling the heat of its rays

Fodiddly doo
Funny smelling goo
Fixed to the bottom of their...

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To pick-up and to receive
In the Anointment
A moment of the
        Mind's Eye
By His goodness
And by His grace
 ...

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Ah!  Here I am then all snug in my seat.
I've plenty of popcorn and candies to eat.
The previews appeared without any glitch,
And I'm loving...

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Something else? Or is it just a question?
In every language, in every nation, nearly everyone          ...

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The everyday struggle of a young black man
Just the thought of being broke
Trying to get him to understand
If you don't work You don't eat
But these...

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Wise no adulation, dedication and gratification 
   not emphasized the other three hundred and sixty four days a year
question their role as consumed...

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I heard the dreadful Dryad's scream
As axe bit into woody flesh
The sap oozed out as scented cream
My veins stood out in rictal mesh

My wits all...

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'Twas a cold wintry day
the road was frozen white and gleamin'
a pale sun stood over the clouds
watching them float lazily by
in the corner of a...

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