Best Tumbler Poems

Shiny in confines
ricocheted thoughts tumble on
and emerge as gems....

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When the world disappoints
When your friends let you down
When the package’s too small
When the aches won’t subside
When the suds seem too dull
When your choice show...

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Is it not enough that you’ve hung me beside
myself from your fraying rope - tendered by 

graying wooden clips with rubber fingers?
Must we really soak...

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Okay,
first for an appetizer 
I'd like an O-ring basket
and a pound of shrimp.
Cook those things crispy, 
so when I take a bite
they burn my upper...

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Darlene De Beaulieu graciously consented for her poem "Gnomes" to be used by me in this contest. Thank you Darlene!

There’s no gnome 
like the gnome...

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To be honest, I’m not a natural wine drinker.
But for the past while, I’ve been sipping some of hers.
To make her laugh.
I noisily slurp, smacking...

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she reaches behind the smokescreen

of her sunken eyed curtain veils

films of tears void of translucence

stoke reminiscent ashes that trace

another blinding thick-skinned defeat

hidden by camouflage and...

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Written: February 3rd, 2024
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Existence for him,
should be the...

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It's too hot and humid for September!
Even dust specks descending in the room's sunlight
are beads of sweat running down my sides.
I bring pencil, crossword and...

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It’s another day, yes, another day
Another day to watch my cronies wandering around
meandering around aimlessly, flippantly like
they have no care…no care in the world
and just...

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Outside Jesus Town 

Old man dusted off his hat and whiskers
Polished off a tumbler of red wine
Continued baking in the California sun
Outside the town of...

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There were three little monkeys,
Named Mindy, Murray and Moe,
And everywhere they went,
They put on a little show.

Mindy was a dancer,
And she was very good.
She danced...

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The past, when past is gone,
No amount of wishful thinking will bring it back,
In life, we must move on,
No use crying over memories and flashbacks;

Life...

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Unquotable quotes: Olympic Antics – XXXIII

Why do Judo-kas bother to wear anything at all since all they do is to try their very best to...

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