Best Hash Poems

Leftovers galore
Just means less trips to the store
Gastric overload...

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Hash-Tag Pupeteer                   

#totesamaze, 
The comment left upon the page
#losttheplot
The response this comment got
#chatawhile 
You have such a lovely smile
#cuttheswag 
Your arrogance is such a drag
#instamood
Why have such...

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Craggy rats and batty facts,

stupid slaps of morbid hats,

sordid snacks coming out with lacerations of the ax-
horrible hacks doin' these attacks.


I'm loopin' it like rope to attach,

only catch ever is a brat,

lettin' um' off as I scooter around and knack-
I've got so many I'm like...

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Delicious and warm to eat,
Corned beef hash,
A real treat,
Mix-up mash,
Anything goes,
Or a concocted prose,
Very simple,
Not hard to do,
Carrots, onions potatoes
All in your stew,
Beefy oxos too,
All your own desires,
Best veggies for you,
Just like a poem,
Or a herb garden you grew,
Stir up with your spoon,	
Ready very soon,
Smelling...

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Forbidden Pleasure

This morning I had a Hash brown
Something I almost never do
It was greasy and hot
And I liked it a lot
I was sorely tempted 
To go back and buy two

The girlish squeals from my booth
Were embarrassing in truth
But I simply could not
Contain my delight
The smile...

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Hash Tag This
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We used to carry conversations,
now it's just abbreveations
what, such a situation
#Icantype

We used to call one another,
now we text the other
with eletronics to discover
#Thisissomuchbetter

We used to pen our words
now pen and paper..that's upsurd
something now..that's so unheard
#thingsinthepast

If one day the net does crash,
texting begins to...

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# Inspired by many people who overuse hash-tag for absolutely no reason whatsoever! (#):

# You’re acting like a fool, 
experimenting on every flavored pills!
Hash-tagging is worthless – 
Who gets hash-tagging thrills?
You’re just looking for fame if you use that sign (# so lame)
It does eventually...

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Chopping the meat of the problem,
I throw in cubes of potatoes -
the proof of my beliefs.
Serving my rehashed dish,
I keep hoping folks will taste it
before the expiration date.

May 25, 2020
for Hexastich It Poetry Contest
Sponsor: nette onclaud

word chosen: Rehash
Note: Hash(not the drug) is a dish that...

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I wonder if sage Socrates 
opined today
And said listen good people to 
what I have to say
Where would those people who 
are paid just to spin
Fit this sage controversial free 
thinker in

Or if Jesus Christ happened to 
show up unannounced 
And gently our greed and our...

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Christmas decor has begun to bore
Season's diminishing returns must not ignore
Ingenious craft stagnates; no longer hearts implore
Straggling trinkets of blithe, Christmas lore
To be quickly discarded or saved for dated encore
Spent wreaths fading yellow on every crest, door
Stray needles scattered around porch and floor
Mellowed holly berries...

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the un-struck match, does darkness bring,,
the unfair world's a bitter  thing,
the unloosed demon meets his match,
so poor, the former rich do sing...
when logic don't smoke the  hash,
 yes lassie,  per alas,
i'm thinking,
its just a logic swing...

Don

re: Dr Ram "The Matchsticks"
......

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sitting in an old run down
barn
dreaming 
of the day 
upon waking that the animals
will be non-rabid
towards me
they  do not 
sit with teeth bared
they moved with the precision
of the preternatural
ability
that makes me calm
i move like a 90 year old man
with all the knowldge
but with hands...

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I love a man who’s rash
and who carries lots of cash.
If he has a little flash
that only adds to his panache. 

I dug into my stash
to provide a birthday bash
for my caballero with his sash
who really made a splash.


My dreams have turned to ash
when my...

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I just found myself clicking and
reading one of my favorite poet's Jennifer Proxenos poem's called
An Early Addiction

In which she spells out her joy
and love for poetry and how she 
got started

Which inspired me to try make
sense and write or tell my story

After all is not...

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a giant eyeball 
flashes
'cross the sky

I fly 
to its retina

it blinks
I am trapped
my bed
is soaking wet
my libido
dies

I stand
I fall
to my knees
dragging
what is left of me
gazing
at my oppressor as

a giant eyeball
flashes
'cross the sky...

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