Best Ville Poems

Last summer when you (towed) your three (toed), (toad)
I'd not give a (cent) for the (scent), (sent) through the air
Like when I dropped (chili) in...

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brush in hand, he breathes life to paper ...

      columns ... bejeweled and sparkling
      ...

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If I were a Who,
  From down in Who-ville.
I’d be called Ra-who-l,
  Cooking on my Who-grill.

I’d IM my friends,
  On my Ya-Who.
I’d...

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The sun is a star at the center of the solar system.

PARTY MIX

Sun sparks in yellow daffodil.

The small and great - a party mix.

What festive...

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...It also left their powder pretty wet,
but their was something command had foreseen,
and they brought extra artillery guns,
less vulnerable to the moisture’s sheen.

Washington hoped they’d...

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But patriot fire answered back tenfold,
blasting those two guns until they were down.
Rall knew things were dire, then decided to
attempt a break-out to the north...

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(a 7/5 Trochee)

Once upon a time, I got
Right inside my ear
An infection that was bad;
I could barely hear.

It was like those times you fly
In a...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private 7 with excerpts from “Notes on Poetics” by T. Wignesan

(Note: With this post, I bring to a close...

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"Dreamy Cadillacs"....COLOURFICATION


Decided one Sunday afternoon to indulge in something I love!
Being "Olde School" with an "e" and a Cadillac classic car buff.
I went to this...

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Who Are They Trying to Impress?

A cross between the bride of Frankenstein
And the Dalmatians’ Cruella De Ville
See teens walking at malls; glad they’re not mine
Absurd...

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The Eiffel Tower (La Tour Eiffel)

‘Iron Lady,’ of sensual beauty in the ‘City of Light:’
(La Dame De Fer: Bienvenue a Paris, France!)

Built to be the...

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Lying comfortably, I take myself to another place.
With each breath inhaled and exhaled,
I go deeper within side of myself.
Sometimes my body is nonexistent,
I am in...

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My cousin Dennis wasn't born like you or I.
But he came the way Creator intended, I suppose.
He walked and talked later than most,
But he always...

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1. Too fired up
he exaggerates every niggle
and squashes every chance to assuage our boils.
He acts without a lode star
putting everything under weigh
and exhibiting ignorance with...

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my soul plunged into sadness
and this town becomes my cry
Belgrade in Paris
when I feel its beautiful avenue
singing the hymn to nostalgia
oh land of my youthfulness
my...

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