Best Mooching Poems

There are words that I want to say to the corrupt judges
But I am too civilized and decent to put them on paper
Most judges in...

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She was a dairymaid, oh so sweet;
many a year ago.
Her figure was trim, her hair was neat,
with ringlets tied up in a bow.
And many a...

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Drunken Moon Haiku


smokeless tobacco
seeking light from another
mooching off the sun



loitering in dusk’s
drunken aura of darkness
last call at sunrise



a lone wolf’s farewell
song of life’s broken spirit
hobos...

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Makes me chuckle when I hear folks talking about living rough; heck some of them think that not having HD3D is living rough! Well, let...

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BLACK BEAUTY
One sunny afternoon
Mooching about the streets to kill time,
Lo and behold! What did I see?
A damsel
A very pretty damsel walking the streets alone.
She had...

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We stage a dazing drama
Impetuously unfolding with scenes
Spelled by our minds and moods
Where all things happen
With the scripts discarded
 
We watch keenly a curious comedy
Everyone...

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I was mooching in the bedroom..
     When I heard a tapping sound..
     I quickly turned around.....
 ...

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Guitar case Buddha 
Out back is a room with a tin roof
& there somewhere among
The old paint cans
& broken furniture
Is a guitar case
& in the...

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Every year it's the same troop
Who seem to show up in a group
Relations that you never see
But, still they are your family

Gifts are opened, clear...

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Vitriolic scathing psychological malevolent jujitsu
cruelly, fiendishly, incriminating
lambasting opprobrium rue
teenly dished out to yours truly

mechanically engineered hatred to stew
when passive aggression fostered corked,
where self destruction grew
tens...

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Somewhere in Maida Vale
A penthouse trendy flat
Somehow I’ve wound up here
Getting daggers from the cat

My wraps still in my pocket
I dare not take it out
I’ll...

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shelter has been found
to its warmth i am bound
i enjoy not hearing a sound
i am now the contented one, and not the mooching hound

my life...

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The Principle of Seed Sowing
By: Miracle Man
1-24-2019 

Many endeavor to exist,
By mooching fruits from others.
Smugly sharing yours,
When they have their druthers.

But there's a lesson in...

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The Spring sings,
her voice sweet and true. 
Her spirit,
she gave away...
to ride the Earth through her voice,
through the clouds of cotton drifting through the sky,...

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