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LOVE LETTER TO LIGEIA by Bdosa, Vee
Five Grooks by Rigoler, Maurice
Cyber Love to the Melody of a Cyber God by Ludden, Robert
Alimony by Rigoler, Maurice
Politicians by Rigoler, Maurice
Writers Ache To See and Be Seen by Anderson, John
The Cool Jester Sad Within by Anderson, John
The Distracted Walking Law by Anderson, John
Talk in Small Doses, Small Talk, Safe by Anderson, John
heavens angels by rainwater, ashley

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The Best Grook Poems

 
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The difference in the ism

Capitalism -
Is every man screwing everyone else.
But communism -
On the other hand, is just the reverse.


Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2010

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Fear Not

To Him
our deepest
thoughts
are like
diamonds
glistening.
To question
is not to doubt.
It just means
we're
listening.



NOTE: I was inspired by Paul Callus's and Eileen Manassian's comment, on my poem, The Stars Remain Silent.


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2014



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The Holiday Season

Our humanity
has become so transparent
we need a special day
to be reminded of it.


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

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Bad Karaoke - Grook

Encouraged by the masses is mediocrity, like when someone at a bar sings bad karaoke. As they belt out notes off key, we might give guffaws. Drunken with good will, though, we offer up applause. Written Feb. 14, 2016 for the Grook Contest of Silent One


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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A PARENTS GROOK

Small babies are unpredictable just like the weather Often wet; with sudden outbreaks of terrible wind But would I have altered anything, no never … Being a parent, you become very thick skinned! Contest: Grook Sponsor: Silent One 02~14~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Playboy Model.

Sweet sensual skin
wears scruples thin
until you see your own true sin.


Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2010

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In a Perfect World

In a perfect world
everyone's visions
would come to fruition,
but of course that couldn't happen
(given our nature)
and thus would end up in contradiction.

Perhaps it's because
we ask the wrong question,
thinking world means You or Me.
When in actuality
(when analyzed thoroughly)
World means We.



Written February 14th, 2016
For Contest: In a Perfect World hosted by Catie Lindsey

Honorable Mention


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

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America's Idle Pastime

America's (Idle) Pastime From New York, Austin, and L.A., From Cleveland and Seattle, Ingloriously they screech or bray In an auditioning battle. And by the time we all feel sick, (the judges homicidal!), we get to know from whom we’ll pick our next great Singing Idol. For the "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" Poetry Contest of Suzzette Crous (using topic one, annoying sound and also etc topic, on a TV show I actually love!)


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Jealous Beast

When it comes to the vacuum cleaner
my dog is a jealous beast,
showing off his fangs and claws.
Does he not know that I'd feed
my Oreck less if he, now and then, but
wiped his paws?


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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Cosmic Karma

I traverse the oceans within a breeze
I light my way holding burning trees
Freeing my body, my heart, my soul
I talk and walk through miles and roads
I view the future with discernable need
Yet I succumb to my fate with noted heed

Do I lack the courage to go beyond my whole?
Do I feel the need to remain stagnant and tole?

I lack conviction in my sturdy brain
Trying to fight these excuses so lame

Solitary in my endeavours I so create
My weakness I continually berate

In my minds eye I spy this epic infused
In a twilight of colours I discover loosed 

Yet I traverse the oceans within a breeze
And light my way holding burning trees . . .


Copyright © FATHIMA DAWOOD | Year Posted 2009

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Is this a Grook or Not? (Nothing)

How can something come out from nothing
When nothing can come from nothing?
So nothing isn’t nothing when it results into something,
Because by then, it would’ve been something and not nothing,
Since something must always result from another thing, 
but never from nothing.
Because nothing is not anything and something is anything.
Nothing can never be something and something can never be nothing.
So what is this business of something coming from nothing?
Nothing…because there exists no such thing.


** 2000-- ummm I'm still trying to grasp this grook, haha
and my attempts at it are fizzling out so I'm going to be
sneaky and just submit this, lol 
please bear with me I have NO idea if this old write of mine 
can even classify as a grook! Sorry Charles...will still try to 
come up with something though...


Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2010

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Chihuahua Rides As Navigator

.
                                       Everywhere I go
                               My Chihuahua rides with me
                              In his McDonald's coffee cup
                               Right next to me on the seat


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

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Journey's End - Grook


Journey's End - Grook


Bygone years grow dim;
sifted memories remain...
longed-for yesterdays
filled with joy...no sorrow.
But time soon comes when tired hearts
hope only for tomorrow.


Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Contest: Grook
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 02/16/2016


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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Thirst (Grook-y Look-y)

the thirst for knowledge
makes one drown in mysteries
the thirst for happiness
makes one drown in miseries 


** July 13, 2010---I'm writing this with a half-asleep 
brain golly can anyone tell me if this is better --
pretty please? Shucks such a puzzle why I can't
grasp this form?? I need to sleep!! & the wind's 
howling outside too!!! Thanks for all who'll give their insights
^_^


Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2010

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Worte-wie-blumen

This wind is not alone because it stays on the height,
And waits for golden dawns that follow after night;
It crossed many tempests, islands and an ocean dark,
It met the fairies and hobbits and the joyous lark.

While flattening blond fields, it thought a paradox 
How Little Prince was taught on Friendship by a Fox:
While playing with the grass, and with the yellow maze,
While caressing the flowers’ feet, it heard a poet`s case…

This poet is like the hottest wind that lives on height:
Suddenly, his “light poetry” is seen as “poetry of light”.



Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2014

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Too Busy Imagining

There are some that still crave
The smell of an old fashioned page
The look and feel
Of a bygone age
And there are some that prefer
A Nook or Kindle
That awesome feeling of lifting
A whole library
Without hardly thinking!
Pick a side! Pick a side!
They scream at me
But why bother wasting such precious time?
I could be reading!


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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GIRL YOU HAVE TO KNOW THIS IS FOR MY ONE AND ONLY FAN

          GIRL   YOU HAVE TO KNOW THIS ONE IS FOR MY ONE AND ONLY FAN

she
the she who slumbers among the numbers of content souls who abide not anger nor snide remarks
she
the she who sets the flames of verbiage to sparks
she
the she who sees my smiles though she sees me not
she
the she who follows a righteous and pious path and plot
she
she who grants me the grace of platitudes
with never any negative attitudes
she
the she whom i envision giggling and wiggling her way through this planet we call Earth
...............she
the she i deem a delight and have the the right for what's that's worth
        (c) 2011......Phreepoetry ~free cee!~


Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2011

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From Words - Everything

Words are a peculiar kind of magic.
Alone, they do nothing of themselves,
and yet through the Great Orchestrator
they became everything else.


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

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GROOK

He tells of how he bravely
fought the state's enemies
at the border quite lately.
Enemies would have conquered,
if not for his silent, courageous son.


Date: 13/02/2016


Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

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More Room For My Stuff

I go to work to make more money,
to buy more stuff to make home homey,
the only problem now I find,
is theres no room to plant my behind,

So I went out and bought a bigger home,
so all my stuff could have their own zone,
whereas now I work a lot more and am rarely home,
to pay for all my stuff and the pricey mortgage loan.




2-5-17


Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2017

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MÖBIUS' STRIP


Here’s to Möbius and his strip.

Like some attitudes, it is a circuitous

one sided trip!

© 2010 John M.Trusty

*For the Grook contest. Dedicated to A.F.Möbius (et al) and the attitude of some people, 
which will never be as fascinating as his strip.



Copyright © John Trusty | Year Posted 2010

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Numbers

if the minimum unity of all that is
is two,
how did Parmenides come to believe
in the infinity of one?
if three is how god is expressed 
at its best,
how did his image come coded 
in four?
while five has properties completely 
unique,
the universe is just what it is,
six so to speak.
once there was a seven,
joined to eleven,
whose convenience I dispute
and whole heartedly repute.
but eight is no longer enough,
and nine is so boring,
three threes is hardly the stuff,
to stop me from snoring.
the real magic begins with a number called ten,
whose counting little fingers first asked,
a dozen eggs or a feathery hen?
numbers are fun and make no one dumb,
but never forget what’s behind their neat mask:
twenty six magical letters, put to a task. 


Copyright © Yorn Called | Year Posted 2014

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Dragon Breath

Dragon Breath

It is a tepid dragon’s breath 
rises above Jersey’s cryptic swamp.
How high the mist?
Not high enough to climb the noble sky.

Anchored moss in all its sludge cannot
hold back the slippery wyvern
until the time when he sees fit to
roll his tongue towards darkness;

to clear the morn of dusty sweat,
reveal the lucid air until
tomorrow’s dawn cries up
dusty dragon tears.


Copyright © kathryn collins | Year Posted 2013

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AH, SQUEAKY,SQUEAKY SHOES

Once my leather shoes made me proud with their softness and luster,
but after eleven months of heavy usage they have lost all glamor;
even small thorns and nails can penetrate their worn-out soles;
ah, squeaky, squeaky shoes...you annoy me when steady rain falls!


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

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What a Snafu

This happens when you have no extra time-
There you stand in the queue
Patiently, you wait
There’re two ahead of you--
You’re so close to the gate
You watch as time runs out
Tick tock…., you’re in a crunch
Up goes the sign, “Out to Lunch”
Now, your face wears this pout
Oh! What a snafu!
~*~


Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013