Best Ratcheting Poems

June night, two points shine

claws skitter down waving tail

ratcheting sounds of possums.'...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
   pair of mismatched muggles, 
   who both walked from scan
din navy yah, where dog goniff imps...

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The sky looks clear and though the temps
Are not exactly warm,
The weatherman's predicting
There will be a major storm.

The blizzard warning's on the horn,
The airlines pulling flights;
Anxiety starts ratcheting
To Xanax-taking heights.

At times I wish for days gone by
When storms were a surprise.
We didn't have alerts
So then...

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Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck, 
many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck 
heston (now a shooting star occasionally visiting Earth from celestial vault) 
   who fired undulation, imagination, and ballistic adulation 
  ...

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I still feel under the weather today April 2nd, 2023

Unseen enemy invades my body 
with platoon of green berets air
rating, and enfilading immune system viz 
Hib bully knock and sock kin me 
courtesy roebuck seers sucker punches 
mightier than stormy daniels wallop 
from an indomitable...

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since becoming housed here since this year
july first two thousand and seventeen, 
   tubby more precise where
with thee missus, amidst bucolic environs, 
   (one could don underwear

Schwenksville, Pennsylvania   
   trees abundant with leaves of grass spare
zip cone:...

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'Oh' my Will..!


'Oh' - my Will - surmounting you,
is forever an uphill!
thy wreck my peace,
and let never a moment at ease!

Every pause that thy prop-up, 
and every turn do thy rake-up;
the Will not to do, as against,
the Will that wants to do!

Thou toy around with...

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A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher at yours truly 
(an aspiring wordsmith) vamoose!

Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
went off to see a crooked man...

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I was born in a landlocked getaway town
Where all the colors were black, gray, or brown.
Jobs at the steel mill were ratcheting down.
It was not in my future to stay.

So, I took a long walk off a very short pier,
An unschooled, untraveled recruit buccaneer
On a...

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A Propitiation of Blue Tears

On this highway to where the skies bleed blue tears into vases; 
on ornate buttresses they sit and saturate us, 
they cry and douse us,
they contract, expand, release….up from the bowels, 
out into the time continuum, wetting the things 
below in...

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Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled 

Hey diddle diddle 
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see 
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped 
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked from scan
din navy yah, 
where dog goniff imps
jousted with brittle

shaky...

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I loathe feeling under the weather...,

especially when nasty elephant 
(named Thomas the pachyderm)
stomping to break loose courtesy tether,
where antibodies of mine 
struggle to band together
loosely analogous to voters
standing in a queue
waiting to cast their vote
(while Georgia on my mind
wafts thru wireless earbuds)
tickling the fanciful notion
Raphael...

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The breeze cool and refreshing
 colors paled pastel exhibitors
 lipstick pinks, buttered yellows, creamy peach,
 alabaster whites, orange tangerine, wintery blues;
August cools ratcheting down 
 the once oppressive heat
 relief, respite, balming appeasement,
 comforting solace and escape
readying flesh and bone
 for autumn colors to return
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Cuz existence among *****sapiens 
extremely intolerable prospect
particularly sharing planet 
with most violent species
courtesy hoodlums wielding
deadly firearms methodically gun down
men, women and children
ratcheting grim milestone
countless dead civilians linkedin 
with hazards of war zone. 

Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary...

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Feliz cumpleaños la señora Dunning

Fifty seven orbitz didst elapse
circling with thee around the sun
and nary sign ye will collapse
anytime soon, I hoop fully reckon
untold massages nervously
await to cross proper synapse.

Foolhardy of me
(doubting Thomas) in previous
years perhaps spiteful and mean
to forego acknowledging anniversary,
and thus now cobble...

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