Best Laughably Poems

I’m going to open up more windows though someone might see how I live
I’m going to let myself be hurt and not hurt back
I’m going to put myself in the other driver’s shoes
I’m going to learn a new skill even though I will be laughably...

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The Antics Of A Yoyo Thief

Potential life of as juvenile delinquent
(ala bam mean future streetwise thug)
stopped dead in the tracks – manacles
the above two lines hopefully gives hint
nearly changing changing life of one boy
an undersized puny kid 
whose aborted theft stint
constitutes the gist of following...

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Das Decrements Describe Digs ©

Grasping figurative literary straws
     poetic theme yielded
     farfetched aggregate
i.e., where each dwelling
     listed as figurative Stormy bedmate,
this nada so eminent (Eminem fan)
     lived since the...

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Antics Of A Buzzfeed Ding Housefly...

Non random, but (based on my very
     far out, flimsy laughably 
     amateurish thinking)
     faux feigned aye
firmly believe, that
     what appears bye and by
as...

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this own lee bro' thar of yars 
   dashed analogously graced
on par how a marathon runner raced
to Macbook Pro laptop computer post haste 

soon as he goat back 
   to his domicile nestled and encased
in the bucolic, democratic, 
  ...

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Brain dead again, once more again
just stringing along dead end thoughts
running out of ideas today
The writers' disease is prevalent, the dreaded writers' block
It's a sickness, unavoidable
oh well
I'll find a way to win this short battle
oh well
It's too easy to get out of this plastic bag...

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I find it fascinating how the human mind ponders
the origin and shape of ideas 
and how everyone 
wanders. 

I wonder why I 
can’t help but think 
in terms of rhythm and rhyme   
when oftentimes others
prefer a more subtle approach 
to how their thoughts...

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Mr. and Mrs. Medusa
Put their huge hats on their heads
To constrain their hair that always
Looks like they just got out of bed 

They drove off to the hair salon
Even though they remembered
That when her mom asked long ago
For a trim, she got dismembered

Hey mister, said...

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After beguiling charisma,
damnable excoriations fixedly,
gamely, horribly, insult jesting,
kibitzing, loosely mindless nattering,

outlandish pablum, quintessentially
representing senseless trumpeting,
unswervingly vapid wordy
X-DOUBLE-MINUS
yawping zest.

If ye did not already guess from thee 
above blimey claptrap, Das English flap
doodle glib human incorporates jokingly,
kookily, laughably mashedup nonsensical, 

oddly, peculiarly, questionably ridiculous, 
spluttering total unintelligible...

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The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)

Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but no
doubt yours truly
with figurative heart in chest
scared puny meek boy

tight...

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Moss Cowed Covenant I Keep Putin Off...

For preservation, salvation,
and veneration, though with hold
ding temptation two mike
pence sieve lee clear,
to immoral majority mold
toot hoods, (those bajillion
Americans unanimously polled)
did want me to broadcast, communicate,

and declare, sans mock cut up fold
drawl migrant accent,
(no matter I'm getting old),
nonetheless Ivana...

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While plugging away at my own mental capacity
I write what I think with what I think is stunning veracity
But sometimes my peers surprise with insistent tenacity
And the gall and the chutzpah and the sheer audacity
To make outrageous claims that lack any academy.
I, being I, of...

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Now scores of years 
after botched minor theft penchant 
courtesy security guard
analogous to inquisitorial trenchant
unforgettable verbal lashing
(suppressing me ululation to vent)
unwittingly arresting snitch behavior
plus potential life of crime.

Not a peep passed thru 
pursed lip o' mine -
aye vaguely attest
what age ten? eleven? twelve? 
of following...

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Life is this intangible thing,
an enigma and a contradiction;
at once so real, visceral,
and so ephemeral, ethereal.
 
It's like the difference between day and night;
during the day, things happen –
to you and to others, cause and effect,
gripping happenstance;
we react to these stimuli, and action results,
changing forever...

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I lower a bucket, rusted through, slowly into
the absolute absence of rational arousal
that is my mind's abyss

my heart claims, capriciously, that 
it is a well

the rope is frayed and laughably short
every dream has long ago 
poured out the rotted bottom

the metal clangs like a dull...

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