Best Rhyme Nor Reason Poems

“Smoking Gun”


Twisted Blistered dance with me
Come on Brother Snow get off your genuflection mojo knees
The World’s about to turn and merge
Vibrating dimensions souls that turn...

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Eulogy For An Unsung Hero ©

The late John Sidney McCain III,
     now flies with Arrow Smith,
     Babbitt,...

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A duck, is a duck, is a duck.
It’s not supposed to cluck.
A dog does not meow,
Nor moo like a cow,
It’s in its own mold stuck.

A...

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I can remember a February 
away back in nineteen seventy-four
'Twas a first meeting of my family
and my intended whom I'd spoken for.

Two hour ride to...

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So- Nature- a Friend to Me..,
A Breath- a Smile- a Precious Seed...
Without Rhyme- Nor Reason- I Can't Explain...
I Laugh- I Forge- I Plant a...

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I took a trip through hell.
Not to visit but to settle a debt.
Actually, I just visited a different part of hell,
One I wasn’t familiar with,
Having...

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(an All Poetry feat to walk in 
the poetic feet of Robert Frost)

Bucolic New England, circa
Early twentieth century New England
awash with dynamic harmonic leisureliness,
when much...

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An ode-a to Yoda love I,
in language I’ll understand, try.
Completely, the words are awry
and no rhyme nor reason, comply 

Could please, someone now clarify
and give...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,

experienced grinding poverty, no
matter...

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Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a...

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frankly zapped after wildly oscillating
in tandem with seven bobble heads and ten French horns)
a devilish trumpeting event
by pre-Christian Celtic festival standards
with a “proto” Don twick...

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Walking down the dark hallway
Wishing for the break of day

For light to penetrate
All the places that I hate

Filling them with bright white light
Driving out all...

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Winkin Blinkin And Nod, Sans...
Wonderful World Of Dreamland Furloughed!

Hours elapsed since I did sleep off
and feed my belly from the trough.

What...the...creaking screech re: sound
ding, (an...

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Mysterious rumbling noises, I hear them
Wherever I am, I cannot escape the sound
Somewhat like zombies singing an old hymn
Or a loaded barge about to run...

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Deep within throes of writer's block cerebral cortex feels frozen to the core

Haint no rhyme nor reason
why writing a poem such an arduous chore
twenty two...

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