Best Gelled Poems

As the rooster crows:
 
A look in the pool mirrored a perfect mop
At times of frizzy hair or defiant shaggy tresses
Ohhh the satisfaction at the sight 
And yabba, dabba, doo!! echoed loud and clear
Triumphant male ego at its best!
 
A man’s crowning glory
Pulled, cut, brushed,...

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I don’t think I shall quite forget the name Camilla Martin.
She’s the teacher of me grandson at the local kindergarten.
No question she’s a lovely lady; dedicated through and through,
but the lesson that she learnt this day is one that I learnt too.  

It just...

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Once upon a Christmas dreaming 
Alphabets of spelling sleep, 
Coal and snow plumed shrouded wreaths, 
Fantasia minds plunged ever teeming 
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When tears dry up and laughter is not funny any longer
As duvet feathers grind the weary soul to sunken skin
The parchments dehydrated canvas folds the poet’s path
A cliche strewn among the notion ‘it will make you stronger’
Depicts an empty victory pretends to gather strength and...

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For half an hour, 
he was a few feet in front of me,
trying to tame the little metal beast,  
jittery under the torrent of none-too-gentle 
dos and don'ts coming from me, 
his 6-year-old legs getting bullied by the pedals, 
his hands on the handlebars...

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bricks lay scattered,
cement piled up bad,
the mason was ill trained,
and was a new lad,
he knew nothing,
and could not begin anything,
came the master craftsmen,
and the bricks themselves walked to places,
cement gelled with water,
and leaped to seal,
the building shaped,
and no longer was a dream....

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My Hunt was for the sonnet gems.
My complacence was absolutely stunning.
Wiping out my fake dreams,the key to my 
happiness was setting a realisable goal.
On the island of luzon, a beautiful scenic 
province is well established.
Our poor people wer imprisoned in the 
backyard of the Asheville.
To...

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Brutus said to Cicero, “Hang on, let me get this straight-
A Hypernym's a collective noun?” “No, no”, said Cicero, “wait-
I'll give you an example if you let me have a minute,
'Weapon' is a Hypernym and all the hardware in it,
the swords, tridents, ballistas that are...

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Time to change myself once more
It's my mantra every Sunday
Be good with food and have less wine
This always starts on Monday

Commence with gentle exercise
And eat a smaller ration
By Tuesday this is going well
I'm full of strength and passion

It's Wednesday I am feeling weak
I want to...

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As the rooster crows:   

A look in the pool mirrored  a perfect mop
At times of frizzy hair or defiant shaggy tresses
Ohhh the satisfaction at the sight 
And yabba, dabba, doo!! echoed loud and clear
Triumphant  male ego at its best!

A man’s crowning...

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A tear is a gentle way
Of showing how I felt today
It’s hard to speak as well
When on our mate-ship I do dwell

And my running tear
That I did fear
Showed to the world
How our mate-ship gelled

So farewell until the dawn
When you will greet me on that morn
And...

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Madame Scarecrow


First hair spa and salon returned complexion
I sat cross legged before my boss blushingly
Fingers quickly transcripting notes
While eyeing him coyly
With fashionista smudged moony eyes
Thought I was no less than the ultimate 
Egyptian Queen Cleopatra
In the sultry heat the fan at high speed
Aired my valuable...

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(Manifesto) 

VIII … stop! - Skid! - Shift knobs, slide gears, vomit numbness, fondle!… the music of 
guillotines!… 

VII … unmannered retching! since everything is a percentage of death in motel prayer-nights 
separated from unholy echoes and junkyard dogs yapping the insanity by disdain mating...

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Jealous, Jealous, Jealous

The swiftness of the Vessa just killed me, 
That speed and the grandeur of the seat, 
The frame’s shine and the four wheels free, 
The maroon leather upholstery neat. 

The diagonal pattern on the seat and back, 
Which made diamond shapes all over,...

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Upon the first date (decades ago) with the gal,
whose troth aye did pledge allegiance to wed
we agreed to dine at an ex-mex eatery
in north Wales, Pennsylvania, where angels feared to tread
carefully scrutinizing bon appétit the menu selection, 
a touch of Latin lick QED

all American version...

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