Best Foolhardy Poems

"Happiness and sorrow ebb and flow like waves upon a beach, 
and I am but a grain of sand."
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Words can be whimsical, a merry-go-round
They run in a circle, they bounce up and down
They play hide-and-seek, until they are found
Look how quickly the little...

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MEANA THE WEEVIL ITCH

In deepest hyper space, in the land of Zog,
lives a weevil itch who resides in a bog
At birth she'd been Zogletised as...

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I am the environmentalist in love with wine,
my shoulders carry and reside in the cutting edge side of life,
the establishment craves to be the human...

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Predator Antiqua Multis Versus Respiciens Tempus


I Watched Midnight Sun Fall Into Dark Shades Of Oblivion

Part I

I watched midnight sun fall into dark shades of oblivion
with...

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The Williwonk rose from its hibernating sleep
And jumped up in joy with a sinuous leap.
Time for some mischief, he mischievously said,
I'll shake up Manvile and...

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Axe the old Don, a trump peter n piper
   of incredulous hellish crud - be gone
ha air brushed pompous ****
   Sunkist...

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The risks to most were far too high
Much too much daily effort needed.
As for the course itself, a death trap
particularly for anyone too inexperienced.

Each fence...

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She drives that wobbly car
Stacked to the roof with goods
Squalor taunts her thus far
As she hides under hoods

Her babe cries behind bags
Baubles of plastic sneer
Purpose...

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the heart is always right
unless this time it’s wrong
and this time is not like all the others

this game he must not lose
too much at risk
no...

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DATE ON BIKES

rented bicycles

our wobbly legs

older now

couldn’t carry us

to that paddy’s day bar

when you're young

the winds at your back

red-faced jubilation

legs pumping

wheels going round and round

like...

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FOOLHARDY
free
to
follow-
or deny
then to wonder why

               JEOPARDY
free
to
follow-
much to late
then,to wonder why

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January has pocketed frosted dreams
Firmly tucked away, hidden under her black ice
Her treacherous blizzards torment the foolhardy
Many driving too fast on her hills should know...

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trees dilly-O sing.
mellow skies surmise —
they’re not quite blue, white nor gray.

knocking in front and back —
pileated woodpeckers, shockers
with crests, crafty
to home owls and bats,
like...

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The Life we now live seems but a deceitful drain
Rules abound that keep us all in chains
When will our saviour show us 
We are in...

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