Best Petered Poems

Corsican sand
  on the Rio Grande
Simon Bolivar weeps
  the night asleep

Renegade cycles
  hogs gone mild
Gehinnom's Mayor
  Timothy Leary's child

Zebras abound
 ...

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plausible patience petered out
   awareness inverted 
            beyond the setting sun
alongside mirror...

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The grandfather clock just struck twelve, that magic hour of night,
And there he sits drumming our fingers musing about something to write!
He's been biting our...

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The Orangutang:

There once was a traditionalist,
Who in his ignorance had missed
The beauty of youth,
The ever-changing truth!
He's a typical fundamentalist!


The Traditionalist:

"I can't stand these kids and...

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I must be -- me
to be not, would be
contradictions more foul than those in D.C.

irrelevant, you chastise
make your feelings relate
to be a poet

but is not...

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Abstract 

A fresh beginning,
Like a new breath of air,
In Nature's nostalgic atmosphere!

New birth.
New beginnings.
New thoughts and ideas.
New dreams.

No matter how thinly stretched and petered out,
Or...

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It's always struck me as amazing how folks will buy more lottery tickets as the odds increase, so long as the prize money increases. The...

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*Image of Ready to Break by UCA.

Tale of the Halted

'Tis be a day of echo
and with it, the result
preys on the lips to no 
end,...

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the girl on the shore.

my father, he died today
wordless, tearless grief
for the petered life
tendrils of sorrow that curls around your heart, most inconveniently
and the lingering...

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You could say spring was in the air
When his ballpoint pen flew apart
Arthur took charge of it's repair
So that made it a work of art!

Declaring...

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There once was a blizzard named Stella
Too powerful for an umbrella
 	But she petered out
	Losing all of her clout
Like a post-midnight-clothed Cinderella.

Her wind is still...

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I’m a man whose tired and worn
Empty and dead on my feet,
Petered out, played out, pooped and torn
Burn out, broke down and beat.
Drowsy, droopy, drooping...

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Saint Patrice day 

In 1957 my ship docked in the town of Cork (Ireland)
If you think that is a long time ago, you are probably...

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After a lifetime
(pronounced like millennium),
where tenacity futilely braced
psyche deeply purpled,
hellishly, and lethally
traced resulting scars -
jackknifed, emasculated
cruelly chaste

sexuality expired, lapsed,
and petered out testosterone
begone to waste,
and how...

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I dubbed a first year my room mate
Upon arrival into our teacher training college
To baptize him. His pride in quick order I did decimate
Taking him...

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