Long Bellyache Poems

 Continued from Part 2 

5. MIDNIGHT DREAMS 
At night the soldiers sometimes dream
of many things which make them scream,
like
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It's time to get the stockings out of storage
before those who are nosey, begin to forage,
in my saloon, lookin' for their Christmas gift.
I know if I catch em' they'll plead the fifth!

In these parts, there's...

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*Image of Seasons Of The Year by Pixabay.

Seasonals
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Time of heaven's anointing fertile grounds,
     fertile nature, and beast surrounds,
Hail, 'tis springtime here a blossoming,
     buds are blooming everywhere,
Hark...

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Well it doesn't really matter, if you have riches or you’re poor,
When you get that bellyache, you know you’ll be heading for,
That little house way down the back, where the comforts made for you,
So you...

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Just as eating too much cake 
will give you a bellyache,
genuine con is always real fake

An artful eye can chiseler tell
if Mona Lisa’s smile ain’t original
Forged truth ring alarm bells,
imitation lip-sync is the trip signal

Ducky...

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Former CIA Director
John Brennan scathing headlines
Washington Post op-ed sharply
published critical accusations

muted excoriation slams
Commander in Chief
volcanic blatant pathological lying
spews like lava his American

foreign policy boilerplate brazenly
bastardizes by banditry blueprint,
balefully balkanizing beautiful bracketed
booming brady bunch brand,

bests best-buy...

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Finally, Summer's over and the kids are back in school
I'm not a bad mother, but after driving through carpool,
I'll have seven hours, five days a week, spent in peace
No yelling, "Behave!"  In silence I'll...

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Little Johnny came home from school with a bellyache    
Naturally Mom feared the most recent local outbreak
Johnnie thankfully had no fever, she suspected it might be a fake
But strange and most bizarre...

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If you don’t speak pig Latin,
that’s all muddy okay
Ignorant bliss slop chatting,
this be the swine way

Quid pro quo
is a pig tell only 
when you Latin show 
need to know  know

This Seller conversation bee busy...

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There was a time, not long ago,
I’m sure this won’t seem strange,
When I would never leave my house
Without a pile of change.

My wallet would be fit to burst
Or pockets would be jangling
With all the quarters...

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The Wrecking Company

By Elton Camp

Penny was knitting in the living room
When, against the wall, a terrible boom
A wrecking ball crashed inside
First, poor Penny tried to hide

She rushed out the back door
To see a sight she...

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Should it be a poet's duty
To write solely about beauty?

A POET’S DUTY by BETH EVANS

ANSWER ON A BED OF NAILS

let me answer the quixotic brioche —
we all need a delicate pinch;
brachial bruising a warning

all the...

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Parking lots are empty, the streets are bare;
no one expected this; nothing can compare.
Acting cavalier, some don't seem to care
the elderly may die gasping for air;
the youth say staying inside is unfair.

The low-wage everyday workers...

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Starving people take desperate actions
They steal
They cheat
They lie
Sell their bodies
Fill their bellies with cheap, fluffy junk
Just to survive
But barely alive

Desperate times, desperate measures
We understand
We’ve been there
Even if it’s just a bellyache
And not malnourishment

One meal a...

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SONG OF SONGS 7:2 Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks a blended wine.Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.

THE BELLYDANCE

A performance for one - the dance of love.
Her supple...

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Life is about having the right attitude.
Don't be known as one with platitude.
Someone who is a habitual whiner, 
is not a good companion at a diner.

Life is always a much happier place
if you don't slap...

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His eyes are glued upon your plate
Hoping a morsel might escape
Anything that reaches the ground
He'll gladly wolf it down
Anticipation is his fate
Wanting a taste of master's steak
The aroma fills the air
Hungry eyes stare
Every precise cut...

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Every weekday between three and four a local program we had come to adore

Hosting kids from this school or that 
Watching Popeye having a chat

First a  debate on the give away treat
something for later...

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My favorite milkshake, served chilled
  I reach across the table and - it all spilled
                 Mum's not exactly
...

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Treasures and little 
Trinkets in my mind
I hoard and save them
As maybe a retirement gift
From me to me
Moments stolen for
A passionate kiss
A tearful bellyache laugh
A true embrace
A moment of regret
That I could  
never take back
Because perfect isn't
At...

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O HEART

Tracing its symmetrical shape —
claustrophobic butterfly wings,
sensate sweep, with kisses my nape.
The flutter of my heartstrings sing.

Don’t break my wings of happiness,
this bellyache ballerina,
this lavender oil of sweetness,
and lover’s splash of katrina.

O pheromone pulse!...

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Warmed by the silicon chip,
glacial ice melts drip by drip,
And as waters worldwide rise,
floods should come as no surprise.

Tinder forests are burning,
and famine is returning.
And those uprooted by drought,
will find there is no way out.

Mega...

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We have to Rethink
what our choices are
so we can choose
life that doesn’t stink

We have to Refuse
our single use mentality
with all our ability
making sure we defuse

We have to Reduce
all of our consumption
to stop our destruction
with absolutely...

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I love autumn - 'tis my most favorite of the seasons.
 
The harvest moon and colorful leaves are some of many reasons.

Trees that during summer provided shade and leaves of jade,

Now wear robes of red...

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In the days of old when nights were bold
cobblestones were hard on the feet,
Their once lived a hermit but no one told
 his songs were like that of a bleat.

The story goes he wore no...

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