Best Put Paid Poems

for King Wen, circa 1151-1143 B.C.E. – with seven mind-bending kowtows

There where you had no occasion for play
There in your confined Ming I space
Where change wrought no change
In your fate
But for those plagued by your linear grouping games

Where before the fall from your embroidered gardens
The...

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It was a good morning until I got your letter
You admitted you didn't love me any more
My desire for revenge I would unfetter
When I returned the key to your door

You weren't at home as I’d arrived early
So I put itching powder in your underpants
I’d love...

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My leaves never droop and my flowers stand high
I bloom through the year as the seasons pass by
I witness the daffodils stand proud and tall
I see warmer weather put paid to them all

The alliums follow, the marigolds too
Then plants that will flower the whole summer...

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RAID ON AIDS

 

Methuselah’s age, wisdom produce

Longevity a dream comes true

Humanity, cuts a perfect picture

Our existence, evolved in pleasure

A good life, mortals must treasure

Be very shrewd, to mark a measure

Riotous life, concludes your closure

By a dove’s wisdom, uphold a future.

 

 

Productivity groans in decline

Man’s...

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This is a spanking New Year,
A year to voyage with greed of peace and affinity.
Let not your mutable hate blind you from good
But be good to let your hate transmute into humane neighbourhood;
It is time to part ways with the dark forces now
It’s time to...

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The splintering sound, the shattering
      of my drinking glass
     This put paid to my sleeping beauty as
      gloss
      But it was only my relationship that was...

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A nightmare
 after something I'd had, 
a cowboy film,
 the late-night news
 and Cervantes at bedtime.

On a spavined jade
the last of all the cowboys
with lean shanks
astride gaunt flanks
rides down
to Death Valley.

The last of all the cowboys
has soon put paid
to enemy tanks
along Stygian banks
way down
Death Valley.

Ever...

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One day in May my life became
a city of veils,
closed off and unseen like
a year of fog.
I was in denial.

Could i restore my belief in my
lifes short career?
Learn to take away this howl
of bitter rage at my
healths inadequacies.
To maybe fufil a full life cycle of...

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The swing of the rod
100 yds plus cast, good stuff
get's you just beyond the breakers
to where the inshore fish feed.

Turn of the tide
and incoming too
where you started at low tide
usually ends-up, as the tide rises
where you catch the fish
spilled bait in the sand , a...

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Woke up this morning with a head
This is the curse when you try to change the world
Gave Mary just a slight hint Tony might be bedding Jill, Joan, not excluding Alice
Big John, definitely gay, but as I explained, Billy his partner was kissing May
Mark was...

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"My words may be fact or fiction, only the reader can decide!"
Quote by Poet


Uplifting

Unless you have been very well blessed 
Perfect pert breasts often sag over time
Let me be totally honest with you all
I once had magnificent mammaries ... but
Feeding my son for a year...

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The Twelve days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me, I think that’s the police up there. So I drove them up against a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas, forensics were at my door, haha, I don’t...

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It was a bright cold sunny morning
The mist lifted without warning
As we walked through the cemetery gate
It had been nearly a hundred years wait

Outside of the Ieper Menin Gate
We had come to honour you, mate
About a kilometre down the Menin road
You marched this way with...

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I was wrestling with an octopus

His arms were everywhere,

I didn't know which one to grab

And boy I needed air.

So I tied them all in knots

That put paid to that,

Then I took him home, dried him out

And wore him as a hat.







Entry for Write a funny...

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How do I find myself here again
On a couch one more time
Another call that I should make
An irony sublime

We split a few weeks ago
A party I've been having
But She just called me so I'd know
What has been happening

Her request is oh so simple
But massive its...

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