Best Wal Poems

Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)

A lavatory confinement
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If you want to moderate this place, pick up the pace
From the mouth down to the @$$
Your so...

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Awakening with heart and mind a-spin,
methought midst some psychotic malady.
"What hellish afterlife am I now in"?
Yon passerby said "2023".
Eyes fixed on "mobile phones" with no...

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Always Lamentable

You can run but you cannot hide!
For the face of God watches all
your fiddlings.
And is furious over baby killings.

You can write all the most
moving...

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Form = Free Range Verse

The Hunt

Mans desire to hunt
Testing skills from the beginning of time
I had outfitted myself the day before
With camouflage, and all the...

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Life was hard in the money department
My parents had what was called a paid job
Just over basics it was evident
Someone else ate the corn, they...

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My husband... has never minded
    eating a vegetable he doesn't like
        just so they will...

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The Highways and the Byways
By Franklin Price
10/27/2107
(Inspired by Nancy McIntyre Stepp)

 The highways and the byways
Of this life in which we've grown
Bring back many memories
Of...

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She's Wet VII Continued

When she gives a cough or a sneeze 
Some wee trickles down past her knees 
Her knickers are damp 
She smells like...

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They once met upon a poetry site,
shared romantic words by computer light.
His poems of rose pedals and floating doves,
her verses of broken hearts and jilted...

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cupcake.
dollface.
blue eyed beauty.
cookie cutter girl,
princess of suburbia.
she's sick,
because she likes it.
blood confetti on her notebooks,
the twinkle in her eye.
staining words on twisted minds.
her followers.
they want...

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cold rain
to slow-streak the
glass I watch you through -
you and your
christ ...
the ginger bread man,
sugar daddy savior, all that
I was not, (and less) ...
choices of
compromise,...

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Tanks

"Da Tanks, da Tanks."
The President is not Chairman Mao.  
Come on now!
Gads, what an ungrateful nation!

Perhaps haughty Don Lemon or
that court jester, Jim Acosta,
Two snobby...

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I was working up Loch Valley logging for a local mill;
camping in a make-shift hut I built half way up a struggling hill.
I worked till...

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He is a failure, my cousin Tee said.
How so?  
He had two businesses, neither of them made it.
Yes, he is a loser, Cousin Dexter...

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Always Lamentable!
You can run but you cannot hide! 
For the face of God watches all your fiddlings. 
And is furious over baby killings. 
You can...

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