Best Lobbing Poems

I have become like him; nocturnal. 
Prematurely anaesthetised by exhaustion 
then jerked awake into the darkness. 
How long since I have slept 'til dawn? 
A...

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Freshman year, newcomer to public school,
   my hormones were roused by Billy D. in typing class.

Sadie Hawkins’ Dance just days away;
  ...

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Le vieil identique problème – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Same Old Problem » by T. Wignesan

(For Kevin Gilbert – cf. the introduction to Inside...

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(Part 5 of 5)

And no more your kids will get a chance above mine 
Because at my work I’ve never even met the bosses

You see...

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According to the dictates of Suzy Berlinsky, 
a Hello Poetry sibilant chargé d'affaires 
female equivalent, sans Grand Poobah
aye surmise she deems my preference 

favoring lower...

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flametip riders
 
last call brass doll
suitcase in hand 
howling at empty rafts
fire consumed deck
tickling rain flaked boot lace

frozen slices of polar existence
hanging from great western...

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I still feel under the weather today April 2nd, 2023

Unseen enemy invades my body 
with platoon of green berets air
rating, and enfilading immune system viz...

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Dropping verbs with my vice and inverse
ITS VICE VERSA
Mocking birds with my wings and it hurts
I TWICE BURNT 'ya
Lobbing 22 rounds a second
THATS ALL YOU...

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Quintessence of radiance in the days of utter dark,
Unparallel among the guides, fairly upto the mark,
An advocate with plenteous, bounteous sincerity,
Invincible, feared neither wolf’s howl...

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Bright
in the night
ladders of light
pools
for planes in sight

Rumble
and grumble
the roar of the guns
splatter
and cracker

Yes I was young
but the fear of the gun
lobbing from Hayes Common
protecting...

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Circa April 17th, 2120, or 1820 military time,
yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd, nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite spry,...

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Friday the thirteenth, (September
tooth house hind nineteen)
dark shadows winessed scads of bats
(base sic cully lobbing soupy Matzo balls)

eyeing yours truly as seldom seen
human sacrificial cuisine,
which...

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Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially

when untethered meek docile lad
subjected to blistering hellfire
infamous hoodlums wantonly unleashed
verbal...

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Electorate witnesses wounded beast...
flailing, lurching, and writhing in throes of agony

Trumpets blare acknowledging
crack hunters lucky strike,
i.e. bullseye salvo shot at
innocuous yet brutish
and nasty looking Homo...

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A garden sun chases our ginger cat.
Dad watches World War Two
up close on the TV
he grinds his teeth,
a general forced to take a back seat.
Mother...

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