Long Baddies Poems

He always brought the subject up at the most inappropriate time, usually when someone was trying to kill us.

Are you a believer now?

If I get out of this, I’ll think about it. We got out...

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He always brought the subject up at the most inappropriate of times, usually when some c**t was trying to kill us.
Are you a believer now?
If I get out of this, I’ll think about it. We...

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Godot has arrived
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Alive and well thanks!

...said the haiku poster
Crudely pasted to the fence
Who was too busy selling stolen goods
To notice he was a notice
Announcing a brand new play
A fusion of two classics

Waiting for...

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It’s Christmas Eve, Babe
In the car pound
It shouldn’t be this way
Should not have been found

But I’m the lucky one
I am the thirteenth one
And when I got a scare
I hi-tailed out of there

But everywhere I went
It...

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I went to the cop, in New Haven PD
I said I've got a crime story, but it's hard to believe
The cop said cheerfully, "let's hear, try me"
So I took a deep breath, tried a memory...

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When folks are young, they may feel blessed
But I coped with bullies, life felt stressed,  
I started eating a lot, food always there
In theory a good thing, in my case a snare,

I ate whole...

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Buck was a tough man
very fast with his gun
always just one step
ahead of the law

He rode from town to town
never staying all that long
because as soon as word got out
the young gunslingers would come

Now Buck...

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"50 Words for Poe: Posthumous"



Moody dark man haunted mind
Lovecraft sleeps awake eyes open wide
while he writes Her, she possesses he, his lovely succubus Monster merrily
a deep embrace into his dreams spectral posthumous bride becomes her

Lovecraft...

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Paulo was Brazil’s most popular journalist, but the left did pursue
He told an American interviewer that the left there "hates you"
I found this a puzzle, I asked why, what did we do?
But hate has odd...

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This is a fictional conversation between a fictional young Nazi and a fictional young Jew (I made them up entirely, they are not characters from one of the holocaust books I've read); both of whom...

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Dino walks on the lino with a cat for a hat

                    A collar for colour and...

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Mary Six Pack Pistols staggers through time portals drunk
Pretending to be a priest but she is not a mister or a sister 
To the old west saloon through double doors she glides
Drunker than a nun...

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Tim Roth gets shot, and what emerges? Blood.
His innards act like wrecked intestines should.
Those fifties-movies injuns really suck,
with tactics redolent of Donald Duck!
“The whiteys circle wagons, as we feared:
so let’s just ride around them –...

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I wonder if God had a Facebook account
what sort of things that he might post,
some selfies, maybe of him and his son,
and his other old friend, Holy Ghost.
His favourite music he'd put there to share
such...

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Before I'm another day older, 
I'm gonna get shot in the shoulder. 
In movies and shows, 
the protagonist knows, 
it's how to get Hilda and hold her. 

From Gene Autry to Scully and Mulder, 
the...

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The Mare and I

Georgia on my mind, I remember a song the sweetness of America, 
I have never been there but once I was in Huston, Texas, my ship 
was there for repairs. I rented...

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THE PUNISHER
Caught in a war
His miss duty
A Marine serving his country

A husband and father first
Yes he fought over seas for this AMERICA

Frank Cashtiglione
Also known as now 
A tour of duty in Vietnam
One time off, off...

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There was a laser beam reflection
Of the sun upon his shield.
The central silver star was blinding!
To see, the enemies had to yield.

Then he stood before them.
He was mighty. He was strong!
His fellow Marvel Heroes joined
To...

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I am pulled apart by my crazed emotions 
Half blown up and backwards
My desperation and depression is tied in a knot
And there is only one working hand left 
Indignation took the other one years ago
I...

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Dear Penfold 

Through the eyes of a warchild and she was me ..the world was beautiful and I trusted and respected people who were big , bigger than me ..
I would look up and see...

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~Heroine~
I was born to wear my pants on top of my tights
Not just dream about but really take to flight
With golden amulets around each wrist
To fight the baddies and make them pissed.

I was born special...

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Born in a perennial sand storm 
Baddies tweet humble extremism
The dove of peace shot down
The white flag glowing crimson
The sand blinds red eyes to the truth
Chronically digging for the anointed oil beneath 
To evoke spirituality...

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Years ago when the kids were young
A plan of action in my mind began

They ran around playing children's games
Peace of mine was never the same

When the boys dressed up they looked real cute
Fighting baddies they...

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I met them at work,
Dressed perfect for this art—
Crop tops that teased,
And curves played their part.

They were mining,
The rarest of ores—
Soft as glass,
Pure as stars.

No shovels in hand,
Just allure and sway.
Bodies bare, daring to be
The...

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Reality check

War it was adventurous 
When I was just a child
Using sticks as rifles
We were always running wild
Jumping up and shouting bang
Was always so much fun
But it’s not same for soldiers 
When they face a...

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