Best Flexible Poems

A serial of haikus, all addressing the same topic with 
a hint of humor; but advice that could save your life
or that of a loved one.  New to PoetrySoup, so I hope 
I'm not "out of order" with this submission or topic. 


Cold and...

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The night is flexible
the quiet willow
over a lake

traveling

somewhere...

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              ~ Themes and hints are provocative - 
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She told me she was flexible,
I didn't believe her,
till she bent her back
and did the splits on me.
She blew me back,
Everything was tight nothing lacked
She rocked in the sack
like a marathon back to back
freaks we were in that rocking bed.
Smoking cigarettes after victory
we decided to...

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Sometimes sayings with funny briefs or boxers talk to us.
This cartoon of briefs did, and I stopped to hear his message.
“Be flexible, be brief, we all have bad streaks in life”
He made incredible sense in but a few words.
I love moments like this, learning from...

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two
sleds
me and
my brothers
rest against my wall
every night the same debate
blah, blah, blah.... lost youth ... or... blah, blah, blah... forever young...

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old train whistling like an asthmatic
coal fire and soot, thoughts
deranged loosely connec-
ted salad of words
withdrawal at the last instant
birth of a celestial monster
bizarre postures purpose-
less agitations catatonic
excitements, waxy flex-
ible stupour...

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She was a lithe and lively flexible acrobatic cat.
She was doing exercises when her bench went splat. 
It’s a worn-out pumpkin, it was time, said her mother.
It is November sixth, added her annoyed stepbrother.

But I thought it would stay forever, she said.
She had fallen on...

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If I was any more flexible
I could bend over backwards
and touch the top of my head on the ground

If I was any more flexible
You could paint me green
and call me Gumby

If I was any more flexible
We could roll me up 
And bounce me

If I was...

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A year that began and lingered long with pandemic and promises.                                  ...

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Every boy will have many thoughts,

Negative words may be given as shots,

Even beating may rupture their hearts,

They mayn't get the needed comforts,

Will get pains their tender body parts,

A lesson, each pain definitely imparts,

A boy led wrongly one day just rots,

Another led wisely gets treasure pots,

In...

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Humdrum and mundane attitude
Year six is a repeat of years three, four and five.
Excitement and enthusiasm is waning
Even for hobbies I used to adore.
A death in the family quickly reprioritizes me
I begin to search for meaning
This change forces me to change myself
Regaining myself bit by...

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Some get things right the first time.
Most of us do not.
Mistake. Mistake.
A rubber cake.
Okay, it is not edible, but if we roll it into balls, can we bounce it?
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
What did you do wrong? My mother asks me.
If I knew that, I would be...

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Trinkets, salt packet from road trip sixteen years ago
  Collected, cafes remembered, ripped open with age
   Spilt among treasure, a twig, tickets, torn butterfly
     Bits familiar, shrine in a tin, tired feather, belated
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Laughing inside I wiped my 
Coffee rimmed lips
With my shirt sleeve
A cat drunk on cream
Finally at peace.
We all know
Days like these

Nothing matters
When nothing makes
Sense anymore
Questions don't always have 
Answers. Sometimes we 
Are faced with answers 
We don't have questions for.

And then. You give up hogging
The...

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