Best Very Loudly Poems

Another Christmas day is finally here
The very thought fills me with such fear
I have to try and control my old Aunty Mable
Once she hits the gin she gets very unstable

Uncle Arthur rushes in and opens the sherry
then sups half the bottle and gets really merry
He...

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It was her big day, she'd waited a while
Her excitement was building, but so was her bile
She'd planned this party to the final detail
Invited all of her friends, she just couldn't fail

Picking up her new wand, she began to get ready
Her nervousness making her a...

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We are like children…
When they are tired,
When they are ready to rest,
They are ill…and upset-
and very loudly let  us know
by all their expressions…

They cry, they pitch a temper fit…
All to get our attention.
They really want our welcoming arms,
our hugs and kisses and a good
little...

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Sitting working in my private room a grandfather clock ticks and tocks so very loudly,
Like a metronome tuned into my mind my eyes become heavy my lids slowly begin to close,
My mind drifts into very dark places, jet black places with a tiny white dot...

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I used to sing on the school bus, 
Harmonise and everything, full blast, 
Most of the others had strong voices, 
And I would wish mine was cast. 

Geoff the driver would put Radio Forth on, 
And we’d all sing along very loudly;
There was nothing there...

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Dave...The armed robber
Bank robber
Back in sixty-three
Would leave me sleeping muvva
For much skullduggery

Raiding banks, petrol stations
And very auften...I swear
He even raided
The new joint 
Called............ Mothercare

And wake his giant angel
Who very loudly snored
With booties bonnets mittens 
And cardies, she adored

One day they got raided by many Old...

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Passing a cemetery gate I walked in I could see all the epitaphs chronicling deaths,
The dates were all times and seasons and there were little graves for little babies,
Daisies mark children's resting places their small hands used to make them into chains,
Other huge graves showed...

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A slice of is figment is not stone carved melon nor mould of moon cake nor is it moaning marbles moving momentously. It is fascinating to note that steam rolling over headlines using big heavy wheels can induce a certain amount of jelly, carbonated drinks,...

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The pointed ears of a snail can be quite ornate really. Especially if adorned with precious stones as earrings. Buffaloes bulbous brows bear banging bunions. Marvellous. Just marvellous it is to watch the glass moving etiquette of a toque faced turtle necked triangular train man....

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Cobbles cooing collectively collaborating chaotically charmed churches. Steeple not a steep incline? And waltz with the vestry at noon prompt. But only when the sub sun is at a climax of a hundred. Kilowatt jewels then. Adorn the crown and relinquish a rebellious rift from...

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COPYRIGHT-POETESS MRS. ANJALI DENANDEE,MOM

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MY MADNESS
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I run behind of a fox at the evening in the forest , alone…………..
then it enters in it’s shelter…………..
I can not see it then…………………
I stop then…………..
stand near of it’s shelter……………
and I shout then,like it’s tone……..
yes,it’s tone is my wellknown…………
hook – ka...

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If and when a boarding pass equals an educational equilibrium then equators could sing. But Tiburon turbulent tuning turrets can often be misplaced and therefore undetected by a radar which measures over the same distance as abrogating and rotating iron tree. In a dress. Cluck...

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Christ the child has the right to hear his own name.
Has it come to this point that we shudder in shame?
Recall haughty Peter who did three times deny.
Is this His day or not? And if not, pray tell why? 
Sneering hate and disdain conveyed in...

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I knew I was in trouble when I woke up to being tired to a chair in the living room and a 
masked man brandishing a 50 cal pistol in my face. I guess that because he was waving it he 
wanted me to know...

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Stand up and cheer very loudly if you know your a’s, b’s, and c’s.
Not so fast, Quinton, Hallie, Sammy, Tom, Brandon, and Kimberly.

Kindergarten is tough if you don’t know your letters or how to write pages, numbered.
Kindergarten is more like first grade used to be...

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