Best Pushy Poems

The northern skies are turning gray -- 
Seems the sun just doesn’t linger.
Christmas is just a month away, 
And the nights are getting longer.
That Thanksgiving...

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Invisible ladies! You see them ev’rywhere,
In sensible raincoats and Margaret Thatcher hair.
Standing at bus-stops, watching the bus go by:
Waiting at crossings,
Letting the traffic splatter mud...

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Visitors I saw in my garden today were:

9 starlings noisily squabbling
1 duck casually waddling.

1 robin - a handsome little chap
1 bumble bee, that landed on...

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"I saw some road kill on my way over," she said.
She had a horse laugh. "Just a dumb raccoon," she added.
I leapt over the sink...

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Wind can be a bit pushy
at times
Though I would be first
to admit
of needing nudges in different
directions

inclined to linger too long
under shady canopy

or at the seashore
gazing...

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A poem comes unbidden into my head.
I did not anticipate, ask for or expect it.
I write down five words.
Amplify, beautify, calcify, identify, and notify.
There is...

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Don't Stress Christmas
 The northern skies are turning gray -- 
Seems the sun just doesn’t linger.
Christmas is just a month away, 
And the nights are...

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Cars raced passed, 
As I patiently waited, 
Nervously filled with distrust. 
At a crossing where safe crossing, 
Is now indicated, 
This courier of fortunes 
Not...

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These secrets of the things I went through
As a child are so hard to keep, so hard to tell
I've made no pact, no promise with...

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Spice of life
Spunky
Monkey

Cultured dance
Hokey 
Pokey

Treetop climb
Showoff
Blow off

Pride precedes
Humble
Tumble

Waiting bush
Got him,
Caught him!

Watching girls
Smirking
Irking

Normal day
Madly
Badly

Monkeys see
You do
Do too

Game is born:
Spunky monkey hokey pokey showoff blow off humble...

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She is a woman alone beside herself
Painted with vivid words instead of colors.
She knows how to ask painful questions..
Staccato action in the faith of mind...

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I took the only seed of hope
for any future healthy Truffula Trees,
but reminded my clinically depressed acquaintance
we are all born co-redeemers,
not addictively incubating extractors.

Ours is...

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In "The Shootist", J.B. Books is not feeling up to snuff.
He has cancer. What are the concerns
of a man dying.

To die
commensurate with the way he...

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The beard line came within a 1/4" from a field of chest hair and called a truce on this wild mop headed man-child who spoke...

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Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian

puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered,...

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