Best Folderol Poems

Day one out of the womb – had a full crop of hair,
black like my daddy’s (it later went more fair).

Early childhood – Mom kept my brown hair short
because I’d twist it into knots. What a silly sport.

Peanut butter and some gum in my hair...

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A yawning gargoyle shares with me the morn.
We sit, reading the Sunday newspaper
about the world's events, mostly forlorn.
He notes how clean is his kind's ledger
compared with the blood of my people's news.
He say he lives without our illusions.
At night he culls without regard for views,
sates...

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In English classes my skull would be reelin' with a myriad of perplexities,
Strugglin' to cope with English Composition with its multitudinous complexities!
I could never comprehend (and never will) the mysteries of verbs and pronouns,
Or danglin' participles, prepositions, conjunctions and irregular nouns!

"Your future will be mighty...

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In English classes my skull would be reeling with a myriad of perplexities,
Struggling to cope with English Composition and its multitudinous complexities!
I could never understand (and never will) the mysteries of verbs and pronouns,
Or dangling participles, prepositions, conjunctions and irregular nouns!

"Your future will be mighty...

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Whit dat tight till - say
yes, aye wool thank ewe
mooch at least for today
hoof fully (this Joe kerr)
can easily bide his time weigh
beef hoar rammy cows come home.

Meantime India interim
lemme clover - reaching
far out on dam moost precarious limb,
bot do nut inspect me tub bark...

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It’s another red-letter day
a holiday in the U.S.
a national, religious holiday
known also as a ‘Turkey Day’
a very important day.

A chance to be reconnected,
a moment of being together,
a salutary occasion for gratitude,
full with family folderol.

There are historic reasons 
this American celebration
has its origin centuries ago;
as the...

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Folderol and balderdash,
nonsensical, sweet whimsy.
Musical, so airily,
she prances round the elm tree.
Mimsy do, in flimsy blue
with bells upon her head, ho!
Where she goes, I do not know,
exquisite, never chintzy.
A woodland sprite, her face alight,
she coyly beckons fireflies.
Off into the dark, they go,
playing out a dance...

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I readily admit that at composing poetry I'm a rookie.
I've yet to be invited by a firm to publish for me a "bookie!"
Flattering friends tell me that I'm a budding Robert Frost.
Ha! That I'll believe when my name on a cover is embossed!

I've sent poems...

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At the 150th International Golfers’ Annual Ball,
Headliner was a duffer named Donald Trump
An exceptionally boring time was had by all
As Trump insisted on reviewing his Par 3 slump.

Seems they had very little in common, in fact,
While Trump’s ball lay languishing in the rough
No one had...

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Reaping short terms benefits...

before marital savings bond matured
as a then quinquagenarian.

Courtesy gerontologists medical practitioners
allowing, enabling, and providing
the elderly population to live
longer and healthier lives.

Linkedin with longevity loosely translates
to resurgent libido spurring
older folks predilection
to participate in sexual intimacy.

The downside (if such be the proper word)
regarding senior...

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Mosque cowed covenant I keep Putin off...

and withheld broadcasting
the following communication
tucked away these many years,
when president number forty five
donned, jump/kick started, and tweeted
thru his musky, albeit flabby mantle,
a rallying cry forewarning onset of Mag(m)a
bubbling, gurgling, lobbing, and spewing lava
against backdrop of his trumpeting vitriolic
political preservation,...

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A Dyson is an animal
That you can buy for bucks.
The only thing about this beast:
The price tag really sucks!

But if you get the kind that sleeps
All cradled on the wall,
It’s easy to entice to play
With little folderol.

The nicest thing about this kind:
It cleans after itself,
And...

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I test the gum
And the scum
That came from
So many feet
Scrape the blood
And the crud
Between mud
Smooshed on concrete

I sample spit
Ample birds***
All with a flick
Of the wrist
Coz I’m your local
Wearing bifocal
Antisocial
Sidewalk chemist

I run a lab
And own a lab
Called Ahab
And when we walk
I grab a glut
Of cigarette butts
Ahab...

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AFTER CUMMINGS POEMS

These are poems I wrote after the poems of e. e. cummings...


teacher
by michael r. burch, age 16-17

teacher, take a look at my life,
for it has just begun
and u think that i am “misinformed”
merely because i'm young;

but the truth is often hidden
(what lies lurk...

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