Best Supp Poems

Prose coming down verse knocking verse everywhere 
Without a hair to care around
Cars parked on Boulevard drive never learned 
Can't  propel myself dispite my write
Flowers in the wind 
Nourishing reads my kin 
Poetics be my gin

Stop and stepping down falling first
Getting up in time...

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A Jack Vine Rhyme
(a poem from my ‘Jack And The Giant Private Eyes’ book)

I’m Jack Vine and I’m a nursery rhyme PI.
I find out facts so don’t try to lie.
My partners name is Tiny, that’s Tiny Giant.
We take all kinds of cases and all kinds...

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A Cracked Case Solved
(A Rocci Raccoon File)

Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall,
But was his fall an accident at all?

It was said in hushed whispers, there was something that stunk,
But that turned out to be Pepe La Pew; La Pew was a skunk.

A howl too was...

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Seeing my dignity FADE into obscurity, 
Am I who i am supposed to be?
Is this all of me?
Watching the CLOCK. Noticing hours
Slowly slowly drip drip

I sit in my corner writing in my journal.
I sit in my corner waiting for my name to be 
Called for...

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And For Supper Tonight...
The Missus Prepared Her Trademark Tortilla Pizza

Hmm...yum...after a hard
days night of reading Hebrew,
though I do not know a word,
nonetheless taking leftist to right
correspondence course tubby guru

hoop fully coaxing posthumous fame and glory
detailing mundane epistles about this Matthew,
yours truly indulged in delicious comestible...

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Be not complacent 'bout dire global warming

Despite brisk temperatures today lo
mein October fifth
two thousand nineteen y'know,
where exhalation generates
puff 'o air to flow
after taking analogous

drag on fiery cigarette slow -
Autumn weather
brought coveted respite
to torpid hazy, hot, humid conditions
just... like... a mere
four days ago,

ye best not be...

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