Best Jointed Poems

(and long brown stockings) 

I detest these stockings,
they're coarse, brown and ugly.

I hate the garters more;
elastic circles that cut off 
circulation and fail to halt 
the laddering down my skinny legs.

If only . . . I picture myself
in warm jeans and no teasing
from Tommy Rogers.

I...

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She waits,
eight black spindles joined at one end by a pivot, a compass.
Each pinpoint balanced at the intersections
of self-drawn polygons.
Legs jointed like the fingers of a skeleton,
deft, dexterous as a harpist.
Body in two sections with ample abdomen,
the African who carries the water jug on her...

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The spider Queen, aloofly vain!
She rules a silent ruthless reign,
with black-bead eyes like pearls of rain
that damp the depths of her demesne. 
          .
            ...

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I reckon I'm showing my age and am pretty well set in my ways,
But I have zero tolerance for the 'noise' called music nowadays!
The metal bands and rap are loathsome to my sensitive ears.
I haven't heard a melodic tune on the radio for over sixty...

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Did you know the Gecko cannot blink ?
No I did not, but it sounds alluring that image
Of a focused lizard reptilian in glorious intent
From hide bound tail to protruding cheeks and jowl

So I blink, too tired to contemplate the enemy who stalks
Unruly neighbor holding night...

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i want to be something
i want to be original
but not “original”
i have terrible vision
i have my moms toes on the right, and my dads on the left
i am double jointed
i am see by the teacher differently in every class
from quiet as a mouse to complete...

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The Spider


      The spider climbs from inside a drawer
      Then, on eight legs he scuttles to the floor
      Walking closely by the kitchen wall
      Moving...

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A solitary sandpiper picks his path
Three - four maybe a score
Find them on any sandy shore
Marvelous kaleidoscope  of mobility
Double jointed tooth pick legs
Old time movies jerk ahead
Staccato motion, roaming and roving
Pointed beak pecks at sand
As if going treasure troving
So intent upon the chore
Hopping over...

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best friend, children, first love, games, heartbreak, life, moving on,

SKIP TO MY LOU! ©

Harmonizing rhythms
Rotations synchronize to
Skip to My Lou
My Darlings

Couples take up ends
Two turn rope 'required'
Like me with you

Two ends
One jumper
Take turns
Work ends timing.


Double Dutch
Double quick
Pavement recounts
All the licks!

Skipped times
Challenges anew
Missteps loose turns
Rope Splits
Stop...

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Crowds of young children were roaming the streets,
they had to be home before late,
she heard giggling voices and shuffling of feet
and that chirping squeak from the front gate.
A muffled discussion on whose turn to knock
and a voice said “ I did it last time”,
just as...

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Sung to the hymn of “The yellow rose of Texas”


I was cursing down the road
 tired and all a lone
just a passing through ole` Oklahome

So I shut down and pulled in-
to this old run down joint

I went in through the back door
and I got myself...

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The rubber soles of my sneakers scrape along the sidewalk
as I go down the streets of my small hometown
with only a flashlight and the dim streetlights to illuminate the darkness
I walk my way through piles of scattered dead leaves
jack o' lanterns smile brightly as they...

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A beetle races from its deep hiding
To gather more food for the morning!
Amidst its fields of fruits and bananas,
In the open plains of African savanna.

A tiny black bug, glowing in the sand
It shoots across the sun-dried land
Busy pace and not enough time,
to roll back a...

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Balderdash
I will not listen to iris eyes,
those lids for covers; frightened lies.
And cannot hear the nostril's fear
that calls you to me over here.

Balderdash 
is all I'll say.
And keep my distance
and my way

Balderdash
I will not listen to faint of heart.
Half a story; a lie apart.
And cannot...

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(cuz ma life iz such a drag...
this toke kin “FAKE” hemp  
pyre aye roll out to you dear reader).

As a double jointed mathematical abbot 
and amateur chemist 
   specializing in cannabinoids
   my favorite delta-9-tetra
   hydrocannabinol (THC), 

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