Best Slouchy Poems

You had that future retro look:  two thousand seventeen,
There was a slow and sultry permanence, a little slouchy lean
As you eased out of the taxi before it shot off to the right,
Who could have predicted what was goin' down that night.

Your totemic injunctions had...

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Fantasy sold on a 50’s bottle cap; 
a party-girl side-saddle sits
on a double-edged crescent moon
up high —a silver scythe in glamour-night sky
corners of her cherry mouth upturned
her right hand raises her glass  a toast to the stars
frothy head of champagne-beer flirts with lips on...

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I am recovering my mojo, though I have almost no hair
That damn Chemo stuff took it away, and one day it was not there

And it really did fall out in a matter of days
Almost comical your mind says HEY!

And despite being a woman, I feel...

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Since July the elves and reindeer, even Mrs. Claus have been on Santa's back!
(Al Gore's prediction of meltin' snow nearly caused him to have a panic attack!)
It seems that try as he might, Santa encountered problems at every turn.
He's becomin' somewhat burned out and reachin'...

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I long to lie like a sunrise sky upon the sea

my flame a tender torch for your gasoline tide
freedom fire to burn the brine from my eyes
fluid movements  our soft inferno in sorbet shades
~m ~e ~l ~t ~i ~n ~g ~
blushed in hush of...

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The Christmas Pies

His manner was crusty and grouchy, hunched over, he looked very slouchy
Instead of good cheer he was happy when someone would cry

He hated each time it was snowing and some chubby elf ho ho hoing
And wished that the reindeer he owned never learned...

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A grouchy frog
 A little tiny frog was always so grouchy,
 He wore blue jean pants that was too big and slouchy.
 He would always set on his lily pad and frown,
 He was the talk of the little town.
 Everyone talked about him all...

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Lead me not to a shadowless march
Whence love and lust seek to merge
Two steps behind, a step afar
Things of the heart we tend to drag.

Lead me not to a shadowless march
A strange road; a slouchy soul
Two to tow with dragging toes
Too far behind a glimpse...

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Conceited clericalism is encroaching scientific study and educational exploration, obdurate obscurantism engulfing people's normal mentality and judgment, ramrod racism routing ethnic equality and melting harmony~~~~~~
After 4 years of punk-sunk domestic complexion and skunk-drunk diplomatic stance under that frustrating and even facetious leadership, nothing meritorious had...

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So much, I could not bottle in
My troubled thoughts and inner grim
Too much enough for a slouchy soul
Pray it fades like the windy snow....

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The wind rustles leaves against his dirty ankles.
   His focus is three feet to the front at the ground.
   Oversize clothes hang from his frame.
   A patina of ground in dirt and grime covers a slouchy hat.
  ...

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Utter me a lamenting word; we're enduring terribly.
A thing past forgets, weaved in emotional leeway.
Simply capping to bear, inside the inward personality.
Conjuring an immovable conviction of power decay.

We don't forget, yet the splitters rise promptly tall.
Providing expanse for visible shadows to improve.
Sunshine glares through possible...

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As  I sit here in the silence, thinking of my old long departed paw.
   I could almost see his face, with his old slouchy hat made entirely out of straw.
To me he was my hero the greatest of all.
   He...

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What is normal? 

I have skin, eyes to see, a nose to smell, a mouth to eat, ears to hear the songs I love. 

Normal but feel like extraterrestrials from above. 

I yearn to travel to places I have never seen. 

Will I feel normal...

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Vibe-check, it’s Friday. Yay! A delightfully cool Friday at that! I’d like to thank the democratic party (which I’ve heard controls the weather now). Has the heat finally surrendered to the inevitable freshness of fall?
Can we please proceed directly to a cruel winter?

“What are we...

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