Long Bologna Poems

In hell is called Malebolge a site
Completely made of ferrous color stones  
As almost all the rim around looks quite.

Of the malignant field the middle zones
Are the seat for a well much wide and...

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These Limericks were written by many different PS poets who are all remaining anonymous.  If you would like to add one of your own and remain anonymous send it to my soup mail. Enjoy!

Roses...

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when I met you, I was dying. for the very first time in my life, but certainly not the last- you made sure of that
when I met you I was dying. I hadn’t eaten in...

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Skinned shins on tree skins,
Space-viewed landscapes of rust and paint 
Showing mirrored continents imagined; 
Worlds within worlds at every turn, 
Outlines of Octopi on Oil slicked streets;
Every post and pole or stone a step:
Sat on,...

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I stopped there, and saw two showing high rate
Of their will, on their face, to join with me;
But were hampered by narrow street and weight.

When reached us, with their eyes awry to see
Then looked at...

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June 2, 2014 at 7:26pm

 Too much testosterone in our Bologna

too much testosterone-e in our baloney

killed the dignity of our femininity.

Stepped out of my character onto front

lines, armed with cocktails, rocks, and lighters

Mothers, warriors, and...

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AN UNUSUAL FRIEND

I was walking home from school one day,
And passed by an empty lot,
It was during the month of June,
And the day was pretty hot.

I looked to my right on the ground,
And I saw...

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5/9/22

Let me change my toning
Skills mastered and others still honing
I am not droning
People to this day passed away from a stoning
Continually condoning
With no cease to cloning
It's become often and corroding
Occasionally exploding
All the while a struggle...

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Daddy was… I don’t even remember but he wasn’t there
I don’t even remember why you were so angry
I got back home that night and my dog was lying in front of the garage
AT NIGHT in...

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You can count on it 
Seasons changing 
You can count on it 
A drip from a faucet sink 
You can count on it 
Ignited Flame polyester melts 
You can count on it 
World domination 
Higher...

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My stepdad’s name was Eldon, but his best friends called him Jake.
“Missoura” born, he loved guy  things like fishing on a lake.
He’d gone into the Navy after having grown up poor
and then got shipped...

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THIS IS A TYPE OF POETRY I CAME UP WITH 
                      AND METHINKS IT’S...

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4/12/21
"Lonely"



The truth is
Leaving my health and finances in ruin
Towards THC and Alcohol, I've been abusive
I got a problem, Houston
Still driving a Ford Fusion
Why are they so quick to tell Newton
And Susan
After all I'm only human
Most...

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As of tomorrow the  our phone service is going to be off
and we have fallen behind on the power bill,
Since the holidays are approaching things with us have been tough
only just a hand-full of...

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I AM A COUCH POTATO
By Roy Merritt

I am a couch potato, but not russet, red or white
I’m the kind of potato that sits up late at night
And I watch the TV shows the shows I...

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“HYBRID POETRY”
                            

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“HYBRID POETRY”
                            

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On many long, drawn out nights, his routine was to
shuffle aimlessly along dimly lit city streets.
Much of the time, his only companion was a
concealed remnant of cheap bottled wine. He
scavenged for food and money. He...

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Rainbow Winkin’
               by Odin Roark

Sitting atop worn tires,
We remove wax paper, 
Positioning our Wonder bread sandwiches,
Cheese, 
Bologna,
Mayo,
A canned pickle,
Each with a...

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At the end of Winter days I escaped in a bit of a haze
From the lazy days trapped in the darkened maze
I shut the lights off in my eyes and fed myself lies
Thinking I was...

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The streets are lined with golden arches,
Plastic smacking lips and smiling chef faces,
Hamburgers competing with pizzas,
Who are competing with Oriental take-outs,
Who are competing with Italian subs,
Who are competing with the world's longest dogs.

Oh Lordy, I'm...

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Days grow shorter, and the air turns crisper. It’s sweater weather again, and pumpkin spice season has finally here! Hooray!

Pumpkin spice, a seasonal delight, is obsessed by many.
Pumpkin spice Oreos? I’ll buy a few bags.
Pumpkin...

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Contemplating the versatility of Mayo
And all that can be done with it
From the slathering on whilst sun bathing
To globbing it on my bologna sandwich

I find it tantalizing to the tastebuds
And it sure does sizzle in...

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My husband looks tough, and I am sure he could be if he wanted to be.
But he is such a nice guy, I cannot imagine him ever thinking this was okay.
We have been together for...

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MR. JACK DANIELS and his cohort Mr. BEER DROVE ME HERE

I decided to take me a on a little road trip
Just me and Jack Daniels so I took me a sip
Mr. Daniels with a chaser...

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