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...

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The Miller High Life bottle cap 
a perfect circle – like the fattened moon face
leering through broken windows — shards
glitter the floor like fallen constellations

your...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Attic room paint, musty gray-blue
          fallen stars, moon's silver hues
      ...

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3 May 2024 9:25 AM

I am a kind man but sometimes grouchy
I am a neat man but sometimes slouchy

I am a handy man but sometimes...

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