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
  in Peppermint Land
Alan Ginsberg howls
  from primal jowls

Leopold Bloom
  did not predict ZOOM
Cosmic collisions silent
  without Daniel...

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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 nails and running our fingers through his hair,
Scratching his head, searching for witty or apt verse to prepare!

Ah! Now he's...

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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 their slang!
They are just looking for a bang!
Their rhymes are funky,
But so are monkeys!"
  -  Did he just...

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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 the message
created by my pen
poetically fulfilling for me?

if my precepts
offer no memorable revelation
for you

you may not understand
now
or ever

never having viewed...

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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 how old things made you become 
Unfounded by the dumbfounded,
Begin anew!

It's like turning over a new leaf,
Declaring and deciding: "It's...

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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 recent billion dollar lottery sent the masses into a frenzy--and yes, I bought a couple tickets, even though I'm aware...

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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 dusting of sadness
constant

what is the measure
what is the worth
of a man's failings and his best efforts?

my father, he has crossed...

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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, the uncontrolled 
tongues hast lain in
plain sight of held shame
and clumsy splits stewing
in a devil's brew.

Fire musters the envious
their claim...

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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 whipping around
But as for the snow on the ground
	It’s in inches, not feet
	Which must be bittersweet
For the ones who hoped...

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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 that, he felt compelled
To write something down with it
Frowning his brow, with said pen held
He channeled his humor and wit

When...

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Future time traveler looks back one century ago

The following poem tweaked 
courtesy original author who crafted
literary endeavor some couple years ago.

Now circa August 20th, 2122, 
or 1930 military time,
yours truly attempted 
drafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd, 
nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite...

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And now let’s speak of Paparazzi
Who show us things that we should not see
They think they are so hotsy-totsy
                          ...

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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 drained
Dog tired, done in, done for,
Exasperated, enervated empty faint
Overtaxed, overworked and bored

Sick of, sleepy, spent and stale
Haggard, run down, all...

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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 this abased
bereft of eroded optimism,
nee faith no more - erased,
solitary carbon based animal
coalesced into countless

foreborn generations
(glommed *****sapiens
salient survival skills)
mortified,...

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Mine slovenly unkempt appearance spelled embarrassment

spurred by most recent therapy session 
with Renee Cardone
whereby thematic thread
stitched how yours truly sewed
coping modus operandi,
viz avoiding emotionally volatile situations
courtesy mine trademark signature reactions 
rather than be in compliance with expectations.

Said nonconformist passive rebelliousness 
especially affected our eldest daughter...

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