Best Outrageous Poems

Sure signs of a spiffy winner..
Refusing to be one of the crowd!
With thoughts so rich, not thinner.
He shouts his independence out loud!

The sheep, afraid, head for the hills..
Huddling and comforting each other.
While the outrageous one, sees their ills.
Never once, willing to mirror another!


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When my enthusiasm is high and I feel joyful 
my mind is orange.
Wildly and outrageously colorful, 
bursting with happy to help sad out.

Sad is gray. 
She wants to hold me under her muck 
until I cannot breathe.

I begin shrieking for orange and hot pink and...

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An Outrageous Case of Illegal Immigration

By Elton Camp

We hear much about invasion from Mexico
But the U.S. northern border is the way to go
Aliens can, and do, cross with greatest ease
For proof, here’s an example of one of these

There is a man who comes and goes...

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Click a tee, click a tee, click a tee click,
Flick a dee, fick a dee, fick a dee, flick,
I do all of this to attract you my dear,
To lose you is my only fear,
I’ll sing you my song, tra la la, tra la la,
But I...

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Forty years ago,
I stood looking from the brink,
Trying to decide.

I jumped in feet first.
Holding the air in tightly,
I started to cough.

I looked to the sun.
It warmed my resolve to act.
I told my story

With out a whisper.
I was understood this time,
And fear went away.

I still hold...

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Holy macaroni and cheese in a toaster, am I bored. This long line of people that are trying to pay for the dog food they want to use to make a meatloaf tonight is angering me. I thought of a genius method to reduce the...

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These prices are outrageous! I yell, leaving the store.
I cannot slam the door on my way out, but I want to.
Where are the groceries? My husband asks.
He is sitting in the car, waiting.

“It’s way too expensive here!” I tell him. Drive to another store.
In silence,...

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The society around us proclaims to be civilized
What for is the education if we do not realize
The harm caused by cruel discrimination device
Why the global Constitution states equal rights?

Called “Man’s world” when Mother gives birth
Infuriating evils at places upholding principles
Creating obstacles seeing Women’s conquest
 Forgetting...

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Mary Shelley was born to a woman’s rights advocate.
Her mother Mary Wollstonecraft died when Mary was two weeks old.
Her father raised her to be independent like her mother.
This was in the early 1800’s, so an odd practice at this time.

Mary fell in love with a...

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I doubt the opposite of bliss
could be hate,
for bliss blinds synaptic
and fast-fades ephemeral,
as if it too soon
had never been.

Hate broods and breeds
festers and feeds
on past angry memories
fading forward future fears
of empty echoing
hot flowing paranoia
feasting on should have beens,
could have becomes,
if not for ruinous mortality.

In life's...

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I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past,  and imagination.
We just...

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I have a fire burning in my chest
An ovation to courage
A convocation to my elation
It is simply outrageous

If I were to ask where to go from here
What might you tell me this time
With your shining age and splendid wisdom
You surely have the answer

Take a few...

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Orchard Bank Outrageous Spam

By Elton Camp

It’s truly very incensed with this bank that I am
Some weeks ago, it began to flood me with spam
Clicking “Unsubscribe” didn’t do a bit of good
Although the spam e-mail claimed that it would

I often tried to stop it by using...

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Everybody was half-naked on the trail
of curves. Braindead. Emptied thought.
A single vacant look.
“Why me?” I ask. Stay stupid in the crowd. Looking
at the moon, indulgent. Plucking the nector from
knobs of naked flames.

No coming back from days of unknowing
the secrets of unskopen words. A cry stifles
in...

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By morning, that's all the time I got, shot
dead in the head by a master on the microphone
jamming out the jams for all my homes.

Like tik, tok, tickity tok, rock
the clock before I drop
dead from run'n from the cop.

What's my crime to tell the time,...

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