Kids Extended Metaphor Poems

Let’s not make a scene—
not in front of the metaphor-curious.
We owe them a semblance
of shared syllabic stability.

You take Tuesdays,
I’ll keep weekends and the enjambments.
Let’s split...

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3, 2, 1 TAG YOU'RE IT!

I remember hearing on the playground at the age of nine
Lord only knows how much I dreaded this game
The boy...

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This whole world is upside down 
With everything that God doesn’t like
This whole world has become the Opposite 
The opposite of Reality 
It’s a Like...

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Life's a deck of cards, fate’s unsteady hand,
And I hold the joker, at life's command.
For every joy, a shadow falls,
A dance of highs, and sudden...

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Nuclear warfare?... 

Nuclear warfare,
the storm's on the brink,
How will it happen?
Where will you sink?
When the tidal wave of war crashes from the sea,
What’s the first...

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Hey mommy I am here to play
Daddy and brother are on the way 
To the underworld where I sent them
By gutting tummies and dissecting 
Innards...

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Defecation accidentally clogged...

for the umpteenth time 
during spate to sit scrawny buttucks 
on porcelain throne id est 
videre licet toilet bowl...
with toxic water brew threatening
to...

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lost words are wolves hunting
heat from the herd, raw desire
one day less alone
 
American prom night
youth-swept hair moussed down in place
cigarettes light, poof
 
there goes...

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momma is tired of these kids
never clean 
just do what they wish
that’s why I gave them scarlet necklaces
yes baby
adulterer is already home hehe
not going through...

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i always walked a sidewalk on my way back from the park,
and i always approached heel to foot,
because that’s what my dad taught me that...

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I lost my whole family
So I took in a neighbor
I have paid, sold, washed, shopped, cleaned, and done for this neighbor more than anyone in...

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I was in the shotgun seat
in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed straight as a harddrive
through ghettoizing "Negra Section"
hunting down our commercial whitebread 
heavenly ThriftyAcres

Wanna be a WalMart...

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screams erupt in the morning
kids running everywhere
bee hive party...

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So sick & tired of being pulled every which way but right
my chest continues to hurt, my breathing breaks and cracks, this pain ain't light.
Stuck...

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The park moving

with the kids playing there

the pleasant chat coming back

chair back to the balcony

the cult of renewed faith

without any agony

rediscover parish

reign joy again

renew the...

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