Best Widgets Poems

Wrinkled, worn, and weather-beaten
one old hat sits a loft a dusty shelf.
A witness to individual history,
a vision of days gone by
of both good and bad times,
a garment of many memories.

Like a King's crown,
the hat once sat cocked to the right
over a stern, but wise brow.
Well...

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How I Got Richer and What I Did Next



I struck a sly deal with some Wall Street investors.
I shorted 'em stocks that didn't exist!
But they got me back (those post-empty-nesters)
by making fake deals I couldn't resist.

So I made a bold plan. I'd get big and...

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Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try...

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I met with some bankers in fine textured suits.
I struck a deal quick. (I had such a knack.)
I offered rare cacti and tropical fruits – 
a cure-all for things that ail your back.

I served 'em a dish of oysters and clams
flavored with herbs from high...

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I got myself a secret..

SHHH! 

I got me a secret, 
My phone is full of widget,
One of my widgets is a secret...

A safe for all my secrets..
777pass me a biscuit.
No one knows my secrets.

SHHH!

LOL~  ;-)  THIS IS NOT MY ORDINARY WRITE....
LOL~ ;-) I...

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Mushroom clouds cover the planet
And deadly viruses to advance the plan
An obsolete species draws its last breath
The dust settles on the skulls of man

Souls free to soar the heights
From the direction of alien minds
Too emotional to appreciate the splendor
For our unreasonably fear-based kind

The repopulation of...

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My sister Bridget loves her widgets,
the box-set goes beyond her digits,
never mind, she is addicted,
that's not what we predicted.

To save money, she tries to convince,
as no TV licence does she subscribe,
but a million box-sets no word of a lie.

It's ironing I need the boxes for,
it...

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Eldest daughter – I Praise

Twenty two years ago
     December twenty second,
two thousand eighteen
"star student" born
this papa (and most
     likely thee birth mother)
     initially felt ecstatic,
dramatic (yes frenetic),

and careworn
as freshly minted parents,
  ...

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In St. Pete 
Where there is heat 
They will compete 
In a game that may not be so sweet 

You see there are these knights 
Who must fend off the herd and all their fights, 
With a forecast for rain many may want to complain...

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I was at one thirty once,
Now I am at two fifteen,
Time has moved incrementally,
Like my weight and BMI,
Crept up gradually, in small bites,
Of cheesecakes and raspberries,
And sips of mellow liqueurs.
The jelly donuts, braised salmon,
And finely seasoned burgers,
All join me as I wait,
In a waiting room...

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Harumph To Holiday Hoopla – Phish Pshaw!

Relieved of fatherhood Saint
Nick schtick found me
to relinquish ratty outfit, and stow away zee bras
like padding and "FAKE flowing beard,
ah...don't remind me,
those well worn faux paws

of each dear deer (hooping Rudolf would
set precedent as every other reindeer hoof 
dost...

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Harlots on Harleys
Barbies on broomsticks
Midgets on widgets
Buddha on Broadway

Leaders in leotards
Players in playpens
Twinkies in Slinkies
Christ in Cabaret

Temptation of teddies
Tyranny of toupees
Ecstasy of ecstasy
Yahoo of Yahweh 

Widows with whiskey
Yoda with yen
Saviors with favors
Zeros with Zen...

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Well-established wonder-stricken wayfarers will work with wizards,
who worry worm-eating warblers will wander by with Wyandottes.
Witchdoctors wallowing with Weiss beer will widen willowy wonky
widow’s walks.  Who? What? When? Why? Why not?

Wonderful wearisome woolly Willies whose wrinkly wiggly whatchamacallits will weigh whizzing wingfish whipped wildly within...

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"Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude
... whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers"

                               ...

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Pens, and pen knives,
minor gadgets and gizmos,
chopsticks
old zippo lighters,
motheaten books
that crumble an old-fashioned wisdom
into the mush of a quaint twaddle,
words to muddle over
on a day locked into a raincloud.

He collected all sorts -
mostly useless things,
mostly the unimportant, the worthless,
gathering together
all the small curiosities of the...

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