Best Volleyed Poems

I saw that red, flashing “1” on my answering machine
and stared at it for over an hour;
in my thoughts replayed that terrible scene –
she must have called while I was in the shower.

Perhaps that message is one of remorse;
Perhaps it continues the fight;
Hit the button...

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"Monsieur L'Vampyre Meets the Werewolf"
While walking on the path sublime
accustomed to at times, when I'm
just going neither here nor there--
   but be content to only passing time;
from my Chateau near Poitiers,
I happened to a fine display
of cutlery, so very fine,
   from...

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The turf is wet. 
Tinny rap splashes out, booming and the players are bouncing
Like boxers, ready for the air-balls
That they cleanly tap and set on the ground
With the surfaces of their cleats.
The rap is crashing.
The rain is dripping
From a sky done raining, 
Just feeling sorry...

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In the Basque tongue of Spain, it means “merry festival”.
This is a very fast-paced game designed to enthrall.
Players with very long wicker baskets sling a ball
at vicious speeds to bounce off a high front fronton wall.

It is just one of many versions called “pelota”.
A goat-skin...

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Inexplicably bound
Shared history
traveling alongside each other
diverging from the clan
to seek ourselves
only to converge
and celebrate together
the pattern of human experience.

Shared euphoria and expectation
as the baby’s first breath
raises all to a higher place
gazing in wonderment
stirred to protect.

Shared humor.
Delight in the child’s laughter
and its infectious joy.
Clever wit volleyed...

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The infraction of mayhem stood resilient as it was tried for the many crimes the jurors had, ultimately, blamed on rage.
The reaction went, as expected, and mayhem worried, "Is this what happens when madness is forced to live in solitude as a cage?"
This intimidation failed...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE AND  THE 
WEREWOLVES OF SLOVENIA

While walking on a path sublime
accustomed to at times, when I'm
just going neither here nor there--
   but all content to only passing time;

from my Chateaux not far away,
I happened to a fine display
of cutlery, so very...

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“FAKE” Dread Locked Dumpster Diver

Not by choice this average
     bonehead configured Earthlinked
     Bozo went kicking, and screaming
     into refuse bin
naturally (no questions asked,
     nor guffaws uttered) with chin
clamped tight,...

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The Charge of Boris's Parliamentary Cohort of three hundred lawmakers


                I
Forward the light brigade!
Was there a dude dismayed?
Though most should have known
Cameron had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply!
Theirs not to...

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Amazing acrobats astound awe-stricken audiences.  Amy always asks about acts already arranged.

Bouncing bears balance beach balls.  Bobby Bear bicycled behind Betsy Bear.

Crazy clowns crash carelessly.  Carousels circle clockwise.

Daring demonstrations dazzle dazed dreamers.  Dopey donkeys dance diligently.

Elegant elephants elate everyone, eating everything...

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Conversation
By Franklin Price
10/21/2015

Conversation is a challenge.
Can be a verbal fence.
Words turning into sabers 
Must be on our best defense.

Can be a match of tennis,
Phrases volleyed at the net.
Serving words of challenge
Returning everything we get.

Can be as a game of chess;
Words  planned so far ahead.
There...

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Where I live, entertainment is free of charge.
Neighbors always sparring back and forth. 
Through layers of blistered clapboard poverty...
One time they really tied one on, he was barking incoherently. 
She volleyed back calling him "Mr. teeny weeny."
Afterwords there was nothing but a hard silence,
I hadn't...

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...Back went his friends, facing the great onslaught,
they went to the fort, its safety they sought,
but the French took their time, did not give chase,
began to dig trenches, invest the place.

Colonel Munro, upon seeing all this,
sent word seeking help from his fellow British,
to Ford Edward...

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pale scudding clouds turn sun less bright,
bikinis, no more, greet my eye,
and ice-cream shops stand shuttered tight,
fall's shorter days the reason why

bikinis, no more, greet my eye
where balls once volleyed at that net
while children frolicked wringing wet,

and ice-cream shops stand shuttered tight
because the boardwalk lacks...

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