Best Hooping Poems

Written: February 13, 2023
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An anathema for,
pilose nettle burns,
an art form of unstable feathers,
tropes across the ivory cuticles.
Melted mascarpone in a figurine,
pearlescent obsidian,
hooping sapped spirit,
sight of the blue sky.
within her boneless flesh,
the artist grumbles severely,
in...

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There’s a special whimsy place inside of each and every Troll.
And a rainbow will bring it out the best, if I may be so bold.
The Aurora Borealis makes them want to jump and sing.
But bring out a fancy rainbow, and they’re off, for it, to...

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I started hooping like a bunny,
Carrying my big chocolate egg,
But thought it could be funny
To hop while using just one leg,
 
I saw thru the window’s frame
A cuckoo bird on the ground.
She and I were doing the same,
So I imitated the cuckoo’s sound.
 
She was...

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Chain rhyming scheme: aaba bbcb ccdc dddd
Iambic tetrameter: da-DUM-da-DUM-da-DUM-da-DUM

And Yet, Another

An errant wind ran dead in spring
lost lives chilling ain't no big thing
saints live across where river parts
just love of life freedom does bring

no spades facing just ace of hearts
a bro bought smokes payment imparts
store...

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Another Day...Another Accursed Blank Screen

Ma wink'n and blink'n
     mind nod yet awake,
     nor insights keen,
asper ho hum usual, this
     (day-glo bull leave
     me you) after noon,
   ...

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The ammunition greased casings pepper skull and cross lovely bones, 
   lightening speedily deals mortal blow persons unaware,
   the final minutes/seconds of lives leased
shorn of existence, and akin to sheared sheep, this case 
targeted ambushed ewe mon souls permanently fleeced
instantaneously cut...

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where do I set my bags
I believe I am dizzy from all this jet lag
passed through gas like smoke coming out of a train
I need a chair to sit down I may go insane

pass out from all the exposure of this transition
crossing the Pacific Ocean...

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New year's day 2021

Disinclination regarding tradition
to make resolutions stance
adopted courtesy yours truly.

Though such proclamation
may smack of high treason
no matter convenience to season
and ideal time to leaven existence,
I discern no rhyme nor reason

to make a promise unable to keep
whereby only disappointment I reap
inducing tears whether awake...

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Sans Whole Body Out Of Country Transplant

hmm...methinks mebbe aye
can empty the ocean
     one teaspoon at time bine bye
and after about
     a bajillion years cry
tears of joy, when mine
     petrified organs of sight decry
solid...

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Harumph To Holiday Hoopla – Phish Pshaw!

Relieved of fatherhood Saint
Nick schtick found me
to relinquish ratty outfit, and stow away zee bras
like padding and "FAKE flowing beard,
ah...don't remind me,
those well worn faux paws

of each dear deer (hooping Rudolf would
set precedent as every other reindeer hoof 
dost...

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Looms as harbinger unless
*****sapiens can unite
one non Yiddish speaking
Ongematert wishing ye
fare thee well tonight
before betokening apocalyptic sight
'course one must go about
her/his business - right?

Rhetorical question - yet
impossible mission quite
challenging, where one
brother grimm ponders plight
Cosmofunnel favorite fan
Katina Borgersen "poof"
our acquaintanceship dissolved 
(think snapped fingers) outright

regardless,...

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Most of my Lix spittle existence
     found me figuratively
     (primarily academically) adrift,
     and malfunctioning blinker
analogous to a boat with
     out an ankh (caws

     away) aimlessly...

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A mother holds her first born son
Life and love become one
Two hands holding firm
When apart he shakes and squirms

The cure of a mothers voice
Erases any other noise
Warmth and warmth together
Combining their hearts forever

A mother and her first born son
Three years later 2+1
Two young boys in...

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It's sad to say but we're pathetic today; cuz we're 
childishly crying at the crib 
We're screaming, and shouting and drooling at the mouth. 
I swear we all need bibs. 
Tear stained faces contorted and grimly unsorted; that 
mindfully should be hid. 
Aren't shunned in...

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ice cold lemonade
hula hooping
round and round



posted on June 12, 2018...

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