Best Itched Poems

When I was a kid, home remedies were the thing!
No trip to the doctor for a cold or bad cough..
Mama had a fix for near every hurt, big or small
or in between. The worst, the most dreadful, the
run and hide treatment..the Mustard Plaster!
Some flannel cut...

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'Twas the night before Christmas
   and there was a heat wave
Poor Santa's beard itched him
   The man was dyin' for a shave

But I've got a brand to protect
   He reasoned with mirth
As he glued on his fake beard
 ...

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As I lay down a year and stand at the threshold of another
I look back at an eventful year
It had ups and downs but I am grateful you were always there
Never let go, never left me alone
You were always by my side

When did it all...

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Tell them!

Look on to my face
And let fall the secret
We hided in the invisible bier 
Of eternity
When all eyes and ears 
were blinded and deafened
By sleep
Let the vultures 
Of the evil forest 
Spice my body
For a glamorous banquet!

Say it!

I have heard already 
The gossip from...

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There I am cold and wounded lying in the dirt. Bullets flying by my head as I cry out I'm 
hurt. Nobody listens to my plea; they are all to busy trying to flee. Lying on the ground 
scared and alone l feel like nobody...

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I wandered through the semi busy streets filled with pedestrians as they hurried out of the rain. I continued on with no destination in mind ,no umbrella to shield myself from the frigid elements.  My eyes glazed over lost in my own world. 

"You'll...

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There was a guy who itched for a fight
Wanting to beat the first man in sight
But let his guard down
As he faced a clown
And then laughed for the rest of the night


The human race has but one really effective weapon, and that is laughter. 

For...

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Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
 stipe snipe ripe,
 a wipe type a tripe, 
unleash a withering hype. 


Dip snip,
nip lip,
slip skip,
rip the apple pip
over a...

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Walking along the Tiber's River walls,
one discovers hieroglyphics
depicting images of Romans
engaging in battles; they seem
mythical warriors so appealing. 

As legend goes, Romulus 
became the first roman king,
he founded Rome once 
an insignificant rural village;
in the shortest time, 
it grew into a powerful city 
that ruled...

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I knew he would find his way there and back, we had practiced that.
Quarters and pennies, he understood, counted them just as he should.
Confidence prickles could easily be his many dimes and nickels.
Born challenged, adding them was at times grim unless I helped him.

My 22...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Story:  Heart Of Gold
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  February/2015


      There is a little boy,  maybe 
eight years old,  in Freeport,  in the 
Bahamas, that doesn't know he's poor, 
and hustling to survive.  

       His gracious soul left me with 
a humble heart, and the...

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Fourteen-thousand years ago, a devil played a game
In his garden with an angel whom I shall not name.
The angel won or so he thought, “Now you must pay what’s due”
I’ll take your mirr’, your favorite one,  and break the thing in two.

The mirror was...

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Limerick : Once Schuhmacher/Shoemaker from Brazilia

Once Schuhmacher/Shoemaker from Brazilia
Made a shoe shaped like the Ark of Noah
Birds and beasts of forests
Fought acarien* pests
Till toes itched: that’s how Man danced the Salsa!

* mite

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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I know of a witch, with a wart on her nose
Day after day, we have watched how it grows!
It is thought of by some
That it might weigh a ton!!
How big could it get?? ...Well, nobody knows!!


It itched, and she scratched it,  then rubbed it...

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We sit and share a seat, two faces in the street,
wading through our wisdom and design.
‘Though in amble wasn’t said, I knew I am being led,
into mirrored thinking same as mine.

Two poets of a kind, at this establishment did find,
we have listed through a wild...

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