Best Frisked Poems

She cries all day,
and all through the night.
She weeps for her lover
who’d stormed out of sight.
They’d argued in anger,
saying things they didn’t mean,
about rumors of...

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I don't know what you came to do 
But I came to praise the Lord
To proclaim His anointing spirit
And with Him to get on board
Jesus...

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On Jim the Trim's cruise, in a luxury liner
He was asked to be frisked, what a stinger!
You see, the alarm went off
He was taken and...

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Venus shown bright 
in the morning sky
and the moon hung large
o'er a suddenly frozen land.
The morning sky the blue
of Easter eggs or mosques,
tinged with orange...

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1960
2014
Makes no difference to me
History repeating
Whether you
Fire hose me
Rape me
Beat me
Lynch me
Gun me down
Can't control the center of the problem
#IfTheyGunnedMeDown

Racial inequality
Your fears
Is backed up by...

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Sullivano  frisked his tail
Folded hands asked for a bail
Judge said " No no"
Sully was raw
Surely, he got a "raw deal"












Sullivano=Sullivan/Sully my pet ghost now...

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"50 Words for Poe:  Heathrow"




They landed at Heathrow,
Columbus in tow on tight leash
had not frisked the stewardess’ skirts 
as they to’d and thro’d past...

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These are the thoughts and 
feelings of a
plus sized chick,
One who is defined as plump and 
thick,
With chunks of fat and extra skin,
Rounded edges and...

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She romped and rolled around me in proud stiff pompous gait
I was not impressed by the ruffle of her skirt
Or the wicked laughter of the...

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Elephant emphatically exhorted
“Nature – God’s glory, can’t be thwarted
What’s unique in me, do you know?
A boneless trunk picking up things high or low”

Frog in filth...

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Some rubberneck life through "doggie" eyes,
Always romancing the unattainable,
Fathoming the unfathomable,
And tonguing life's question
For which man has no answer,
Why me?
Life is predicated upon,
Hoarding bones, or...

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Laurel Canyon

Zappa....
 A part of the history of the sixties hippie movement
 The vibe was hip
 sunset strip was where you went to parade

 The...

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At his readiness, medley reduced to romance
     Pure patched with strategy, pony Rosinanthe 
     Slick sleuth rotund...

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I was an active and happy person, whose sole hobby was collecting treasures,
As night collects vast amounts of silver, with its precious moonlight measures.

I loved...

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Why does USA still protect the Saudis whose travel documents - in some cases to learn flying in the USA but not to focus on...

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