Long Choo Poems

In most of my verse, my simple aim
is just sorta to enter tame.
Then, once inside ~
go completely hog wild ~
showing no reserve,
showing absolutely no shame.

"What do you think of my pup?",
I asked a cop as...

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Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum and a thunderous beast
With playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide to dreams just out of reach
Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles and Squeaks.
Moo! Quack! Giggles tumble and bump.
Flaps...

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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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Fixated on the chemistry of it the human brain 
the sudden chemical imbalances that surge a 
sudden quickening of memories stored forgotten 
carefully store in an attic between boxes of brain 
matter manifested over time...

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Harold the Hugh Hefner wannabe carrot top...

spry buck analogous to energizing bunny 
jump/kickstarted procreation ruckus.

Home on the range 
cacophony quite absurd
PlayBoy Bunny herd
and felt ingratiatingly inured,
nevertheless colony or nest 
of doe eyed demoiselles 
stewed over...

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I had no idea how long I had been in this heavenly paradise, but I had been searching for one soul for quite a while.
Searched all libraries, and there were 17,718 libraries, for us angels...

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Harold the Hugh Hefner carrot top buck

Ruled his hare'm 
nsync with trumpeting Donald Duck,
(loud enough to arouse Daisy),
the former cartoon character,
a pensive searing black kind Roebuck
heir to a fortune hauling trash and rubbish,

whereby dust bunnies...

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With my first soulful breath,
it was Mother’s eyes I saw.
She counted my tiny fingers and toes,
leaned gently to kiss my brow.
Announcements sent out right away,
my name chosen so carefully.
The name, I think, a famous General’s...

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Dead by Morning II
(Dead by Morning, 3/13/20 explained what will happen.  This is the followup.)

I’m no prophet…
  I just pay attention…
    so cough it…

What say you? Ah choo? Who?
 ...

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The haunted train of Schwenksville

After dark every Halloween
since living social in Perkiomen Valley
for seven long years,
a shrill whistle train whistle
(often compared to the sound
of a bird's call, particularly
a large bird like a hawk or a...

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Haiku Chain

Presents wrap by tree
babies first Christmas is here
jet stream follows sleigh ~~by; Royal

jet stream follows sleigh 
Santa's bag floats ocean unknown 
cap is in Spain  ~~by; Goode Guy

cap is in Spain
it blew over...

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The air was still 
An odd quiet could be felt in the room
Johnny walked slowly up to the casket 
His brother looked peaceful
He couldn’t glance toward his wife and their son
He wondered what she would...

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Put your toe inside 
my mouth, I wanna 
feel you squirm, 
there're lessons to 
be taught tonight, I 
feel you're gonna 
learn,

to let yourself be 
serviced in the 
many ways that 
come, I love bare...

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American cosmonaut
	moonwalking
Humanity is tethered to the line,
sweating vacuum fear facing the void
Planet of the apes ...
	backwards talking
Silent film projector reel
spinning in reverse ... time capsule re-entry noise
Caveman slug in a spacesuit
	retrograde crawling
Mushroom cloud cinematography ......

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I would be so excited, standing there on the railroad platform, holding my mothers hand.  I had waited for this day.  A chance to ride the train to Boston.  Impatiently, from time...

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Put your toe inside my mouth, I wanna feel you 
squirm, there're lessons to be taught tonight, I feel 
you're gonna learn,

to let yourself be serviced in the many ways that 
come, I love bare...

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Ooh a triangular prism made out of eighteen purple sashed curtains. Wow. Movement. Vortex of a synopsis and a synchronised swirling pattern. When a pea jumps into a swimming pool and performs the backflip it...

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I am He, as He is Me


As I was falling in love with you,
Your heart began to break.
Such disappointment in your eyes;
As I allowed you my heart to take.


Now forever entwined with you inside,
I stay...

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Well! How ya doin' ? Come on in,
the door ain't got no lock,
and let me help you sit right down
before you die of shock.
Yes, home for me is this Big Leaf Maple,
bijou but it's alright,
not...

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In the stillness of slumber
In the wee morning hours
Far in the distance of night
A faint whistle can be heard...

Roar of eagerness shakes the night
As Kublai barks in happy delight
Scratching and clawing the back door
Dancing and...

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Probably with the most evilest of laughs! 
89,000 gold nuclei per second.
Sounds medieval:knowledge and enquiry 
based on ancient findings. Findings learned from
Latin and Greek Natural Scientist.
Medieval scientific knowledge and enquiry 
precious metal gold was a...

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A mystical mayhem is a deity left undisturbed. Yet in corrosive eras even a sharp shrapnel can shatter even the most strongest of iron souls. Interesting is it? The formations. The planned plane. The corrosive...

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Virgin Brain is my name,
Served on the Disneyworld choo-choo
'Til my supervisor came,
and tore up my time card again...

In the summer of '95...
I joined the Templar Knights
Kind'a dig that kind of  jive....
By August the tenth,
My...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Wait Up Baby
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/1989

The water/smooth 
feathered
white suede 
winter hat
was tilted 
"Ace/Duece,"
to his head,

in the heat
of
summer -

His gait 
was that
of a
Stepping 
"Dap/Daddy."

He wore
a black
short/waist
zipUp 
leather jacket,

Dark
teardrop 
sUnGlasses,

a white
T-Shirt;
black
faded/Jeans,
&
black
patant/leather
(keen toed)

Stacey Adam
Shoes -

The
cigarette
that burned
between his
left index
& middle
finger,

Were
like 
a
short fuse
(ready to explode)...

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CONFUSED CRACKED CRAZY WORLD---

Public defender,
 trying to remember,
 placement inside of 8ft blender,
 glass cubicle- full musical,
 holy pentacle- left ventricle,
 want to be saved so enraged,
 caught up in the storm;

 left all alone...

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