Best Wive Poems

Inside the Dishwasher everyone rushed!
Clinks, clanks, rattles, 'Ouches' and ' Ohs'!
"Would you pa--lease, settle down!" said Deb--They hushed.
"Now we can hear...let's just see how this goes."

Curious, Peter, looked out through a chinc,
And watched Vie and Chris-- approaching by twos.
They opened the door--and who do you...

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Pweeze wet me expwain, officer - 
I taught it was dat wascally wabbit agin...
buwwowing under my ewectric fence,
eating up my cawwots. wettece, my bwoccoli
and-and...even my woot-a-beggers!
He's a weal pest...constantwee hawassing me,
destwoying, wandom wooting, wuining my cwop...
din waughing at me! (Dere outta be a waw)

Wha...awwest me?...Dis...

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Otay! I’m an alien, toe what?
I used to wive on the pwanet Pwuto
Too told! TOE, I fwew to the moon
BOOOW-ING! (Eveeting too white!)
Toe I fwuttered down to Waw Tageles
Where I betame a BIG movie tar

Dey trew a party for my pwemier
but a bwack fuwwy fewine...

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My deplorable emotional collapse. 

Lucky for me, she happened to be in her many hour siestas!

My dear sister amelie came over (previously arranged to pick up some rocks that z mama rolled in a pile) and upon opening the front door all internal hell broke...

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Nay, despite failing to make the grade,
     this bluesy well red, duff mute 
     average white band hit,
     hard knock school alumnus
jack of all trades master of none bumped along

   ...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,

experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
to support his family two parents +
remainder offspring, he helped sire

lacked positive role...

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The sun went behind cobalt clouds
Once again, but came out
Leaving those clouds 'pon the horizon
Those sunbeams now so stout

Clouds slowly thicken come together 
Almost block the sunbeams
Gradually slowly the sun's covered
But its presence is supreme

As the water sprinkler clicks round
Hangs up in the tulip tree
Its...

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I’m not gona get all wordy on you
I’m not gona do look at stuff and flowers on you.

I’m not gona sing in the rain and hold hands wive you
I’m not gona whisper stuff and get you fings like rings.

I’m not gona tell you wot you...

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You are the blood in my heart
The love in my life
My world from the start
My woman called “Wife”

You are the other heart that collide 
With my heart with a beat
That keeps me alive
On the roads and streets
From these wrong paths that thrive
No other women I...

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Future time traveler looks back one century ago

The following poem tweaked 
courtesy original author who crafted
literary endeavor some couple years ago.

Now circa August 20th, 2122, 
or 1930 military time,
yours truly attempted 
drafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd, 
nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite...

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The Smarts And Dogged Callisthenics...
Cannot Wall The Will Of Catapulting Mice

A titled unwritten poem requiring
little effort to dip and dive
I accidentally, inadvertently,
and unexpectedly scrolled up in digital archive
among various and sundry literary endeavors,
eh, maybe about a bajillion and five,

in various stages of completion kept alive
on...

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Sermon on the mouth

Up in the hill of congregation
When the land came upon him
Mouth open, a seep of, sleep down 
When he set, the prayer of praise
What he has, what he will give 
You have not present appreciation 
What you build he gives and will
Will...

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Circa April 17th, 2120, or 1820 military time,
yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd, nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite spry, still considered prime
(moost procreative, prodigious, and progressive)

stage, since (case ye didn't know) approximately
eight score orbitz round Earth's sun still noontime
chronologically...

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Sermon on the mouth

Up in the hill of congregation
When the land came upon him
Mouth open, a seep of, sleep down 
When he set, the prayer of praise
What he has, what he will give 
You have not present appreciation 
What you build he gives and will
Will...

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Circa February 12th, 2122 ~ 10:30 PM

Equals twenty one thirty 22:30 military time
future time traveler looks back one century ago,
oceanic waterways overladen with green slime,
yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd, nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite spry, still considered prime
(moost...

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