Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia
An irrational fear of large or long words
Well, you might say that’s for the birds
And it’s your right to have your say
A hippopotamus for most of us
Is an Artiodactyla, an even toed ungulate
While monstrum in Latin means: unnatural things
A monstrosity, a warning from the gods
While as showoffs, sesquipedalians use long words
So don’t scare them with your Titan Arum
But say to those with Ithyphallophobia
Or to the megalophallian “Nostrvia!”
And don’t be calloused towards
What happens afterwards
Or averse to what happens after “words”
In the post coital spooning
Don’t let your creative inhibition
Be the condition of wrestling with tabula rasa
And don’t let coitus interruptus
Or a caudal Janus face give you writer’s block
(I’m trying to be a gentleman
by calling it a phallus and not a rooster)
So, you won’t find here this fear of
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Wherever I may hop
and plop them down
in summer my hind feet
are a shade of brown
yet in winter white
which leave large footprints
each and every night
but then by day
I'll have you know
they give the game away
as is my inborn habit
here there and everywhere
for at best I'm less a rabbit
more a snowshoe hare
As sunlight slides behind the hill,
A dim moon mingles with large stars
I see some patterns with a thrill
As sunlight slides behind the hill,
And constellations, all paths fill
While sailors note their old memoirs
As sunlight slides behind the hill,
A dim moon mingles with large stars.
Placed 1
Kicking through the fallen leaves of a lifetime's memories
'live large' comes to mind and to quote the same old lines
seize the day and make hay while the sun still shines
tho' only the good die young
don't think the bad survive
when on high the end is nigh truth be told young and old
no one gets out of here alive
watching the wake I left behind through calm and stormy seas
'live wide' occurs to me not to choose the same old lot
carpe diem and then strike while the iron is yet hot
for when our time has come
let's hope we made the most
then bingo it's time to go our number's called
the rug is pulled no one escapes yes we're all toast
and wherever on this earth we roam
to the place of our birth we'll return
make no mistake you'll learn
we all take the Low Road home
.
okay
well
he'z 22
but
he'z my youngest
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noah
nope newborn
not
nearly 9' nine
had tuh stretch mine
imagine
awe them n'z
he
6'4"
and only
22
*faith man
One gnocchi two gnocchi three gnocchi four
fell off the plate onto the floor
five gnocchi six gnocchi seven gnocchi more
rolled from the table and out the door
yet to this day
why they all behaved this way
no one knows no one can say
and with a rumbling grumbling tum
I'm afraid I could only stand and gape
as at last my gnocchi repast
made fast their large escape
large plastic pop beads
popular in the sixties
worn by us kids
.
'tiz
where you'd
put'em
')
I had heard there were dangers in the Amazon
But I had travelled down this river for three days
without feeling threatened
Enjoying the colorful birds
with their tweets and whistles
today the monkeys were screaming and leaping
I wondered what spooked them
Ten yards from me there was a tiny part in the grasses
I saw a large eye, and I knew
A partly cloudy day befalls the stage;
Actors from left to night remain a page.
Too large to avoid everyone knows it's here
not wishing to collide they won't stand too near
nor broach the subject they keep it under wraps
Mum's the word keep it under your hat
they all walk 'round it talk around it
they're not blind so what gives
it's unkind to animals and who wants to live
with an elephant in the room
too large to evade it's something they ignore
not wanting to impede but can't close the door
a line they won't cross they'll avoid it at all costs
just sit there and stare
even sweep it under the rug with a broom
but with lumps and bumps that big
how long can they keep on pretending it's not there
the elephant in the room
Large heads
The Modern Slavery Crisis Must Be Addressed.
Calling on all poets for an urgent meet-up
The Pied Piper has surfaced again in this world.
On this occasion, he is dressed in a Jojo Armani suit.
He never drinks bottled water from the guest tables
He questions the labels, he questions the cell phones
He reacts to the earplug in their ears
It brought on a wave of sadness,
What is this madness? He said under his breath!
He looked across at the audience,
And whisper how convenient!
Stand up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Did this new generation go down without a fight?
No pointed hats, but why so many large heads?
Here ye hear ye, hear ye, have the men and women
This generation sold their souls for honey.
Misery is a life sentence in which love company,
That is why he called the meetup today, per se,
Cats and dogs will never be friends, he said in an unknown language
Timekeepers cannot stop time, time will run out,
Large heads will Strunk because it filled with air,
Great leaders of the world, I welcome you all.
But I am not Bob the builder, I can't shape your future
I am the Pied Piper:
bird feeder pole snapped in two
suet cakes gone-border collies barking
large furry forager departed- sated
There's a little town in Ouyen Vic.'' Under 1200 people so
I'll tell you bout aspects; of it sort'a quick!
There's Clarys slate bush etching, in three d real fine.!
And a little hairdressers that comes to mind.?
The conveniance store.' And theres some more.!
Like the old English banknotes found under
Its timber hall floor.' Also Kingdon chickens thats out a bit'
Where I worked a time 'come to think of it?' There
Was that pet Emu..Dang! I've forgot its name?
It would steal your food, just take it plain.' Away
From your hand, on the way to your mouth!!
Maybe thats the reason i left the South? I reckon
I'll get back there one of these days..And lay a
A fresh sandwich upon that old birds grave.!
I'm getting older
my eyes don't work as they should
spectacles needed
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