Long Biped Poems

How do people do it?
For that matter, how do I pull it off?
Sitting in front of the computer for so many hours,
body compressed into a computer chair.
Feel a whole decade older than I actually am-
aching...

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Said a skeptical clam to one nearby:
They say beyond these waters is only sky.

Do you suppose life without mud or water
suits a clam, and is even superior?

It’s hard to say, said the other calmly;
it’s what...

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One day Gaia was doodling
with sharp twig, on scribbly gum.
"Note to Self"
These big-brained bipeds
are getting far too cocky for their britches.
All the dumb-arses 
are becoming smarty-pants.
These bloody bipeds are building
bloody big Babel information towers 
all...

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Some time
before the biped thought
of history, he carved out image
of himself, and in the murky dawn
of consciousness, began to look around
to see just how he fit, and how it was
that he had come to be;...

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 Between mankind and other animals,
The Creator sees no difference.
They breathe the same air,
they all need the waters,
they all must feed,
they all require shelter and love;
they all reproduce
and care for their young.
The all mourn a...

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i wonder why we are always plagued by the sense of disappointment
with others
everything can float with currents so nicely and then
a gesture
a statement
an intonation
entropy rears itself into the equation
this longing for a prefect match 
instilled...

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Now hear this tale of Planet Earth
And how it was robbed of its worth.

From a species of quadruped
There evolved a novel biped,
A new species with arms and hands
And versatile for new demands.
The biped learnt to...

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Kingfish sat tall in the boat.
His baited hook trolled behind,
To entice lurking humanoids,
He would fillet before he dined.

The ocean had schools of bait,
Swimming humanoids could not resist—
Drumsticks, hams, and candied yams.
Ham on hook seldom missed.

Zingo!...

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The psychology of the sun is strange...

The violinist's taupe 
strapped sandals, color of beach 
sand, burning, slap tiles

with embedded grime, like
the charred plaster walls of a Syrerian
merchant. Anytime...a fear:

bombs dropped, scarring 
an isolated biped life.
Morning...

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fair glinting gold

                   light shining bold

           ...

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The E(n)dge


I leave damp mudprints 
there where I met the shore.

The dragonflies' dances,
the goslings scrammed,
and I for now (or 'lo, for once)
exhaled.  Edges do that.

A turtle somewhere spied me
not spying a frog; quick to...

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Fresh and serene droplets rest in galore
As the dawn smiles on them to adore 
The tiny prettiness in spectral mode
Downs from out of the heavenly abode ;
In dainty drips and drizzles   the elixir
Enlivens...

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The Planet of the Mice

By Elton Camp

Imagine if mice should gain the upper hand
It’d be a world people wouldn’t think grand

Cheese would become the main food around
Only to bait mantraps would pizza be found

Lady mice...

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Not the sleek modern skyscrapers
Fragile, slim, standing tall
Catwalk queens of present times

But squat, imposing, solid built
Dowagers of a bygone age!

Forgotten memorials
Screaming, unheard, unseen
Proclaim of valor 
In faded wars.

Winged griffins,
Gargoyles, Gods, Goddesses
Look down and stare
Mute remnants...

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Black grass dances in the warm winter air
And furry quadrupeds run wild with the
Shackles of instinct.

The metallic creature gives spontaneous birth
To bipeds who desire to kill for sport;
Two worlds and instincts collide.

A Million worlds and...

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