Long Classifieds Poems

Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Ah... methinks legal tender 
could be a boon to help me bolster 
mein kampf with necessary material equipage,
which prospect to acquire essential 
commodities sabotaged 
at the altar of...

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Introduction: once again I incorporate 
my trademark penchant 
to fabricate fictitiously
portions of the following poetic endeavor
can you care to 
discern fact from fiction?

Attempts at lifelong friendships and holy matrimony...

Shot thru with figuratively cankerous nub,
cuz yours...

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*** Classified Ad — “Position Wanted” ***

  ((The following is from ad details written on the ad draft form submitted by the ad’s purchaser, who, while here was briefly helped by clerk ES Slinger,...

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Dumbfounded in the raw,
nerves in neon.
Sin-New and bones quartered by time's animation-
Death re-imagined by the law of Thelema and Agenda 21.
Moments of truth corner you in alleys and avenues in the night.
As they are ritually...

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Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Castaway stranded on figurative 
deserted island pitted with absolute 
zero salvation, sole recourse 
finds scant consolation with prayer 
lifetime atheist draws futile faith 
within himself grudgingly accepting

feeble accomplishments...

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Overslept
     by Amy Swanson   11/2008

A little something to make you laugh ;)



Alarm clock didn't ring this morning;
Overslept - and now I'm late!
(but I would have stayed in bed,
had I...

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The healthier we become the more ways we find to make ourselves sick
Hypochondriac fits of politics 
Diet pills McDonalds Happy Meals
Hypnagogic images make up the news
Cumulus clouds full of debris from the local avenues 
Deeper...

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Choking Back The Tears!

This papa did accurately
surmise undeclared war
strong armed lance pierced my armour,
ah...how fondly he recalls
early fatherhood days of yore,
when daddy's first born girl

did effusively adore
yours truly, he likened self as topnotch
trooper, who mustered...

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zealotry yawping within un
   pretentious sporty, quirky, 
   oddly, manly, kooky, impisly, gummy, 
   edgy, dorky, cocky, belly airs

to disseminate, a quick  
  literary flourishing brushstroke 
...

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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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Two thoughts come to mind this morning.
The deficiencies in our systems of governance–local, global–
and the first two pages of The End of Faith
in which he mistakes acts of war for religious acts
but recognizes understanding the...

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There was scent of a fire in the call of the wind
from a few blocks away, I could smell it today...
someone burning a pile, in this first day of fall 

Leaves and debris, with smoke...

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My parents have been married for thirty years at least. Probably more than that but I don’t want you to think I’m being hyperbolic. There’s a lot you can learn in that amount of time....

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I lost my job and times were tough.
Lived day to day on just enough
of everything to keep me well.
How long it'd last only time would tell.

Instead of worrying, I saw the light;
Put my faith in...

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The Intentions were false bearings.
Accusations were meant to harm my position--
   No Care!  For I am destined for greatness! No longer am I stuck in a state opposition--
The tensity which connected. ...

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11/17/19
"

Don't  drink and drive
Going to strive
Thrive
And survive

As I arrive
On time

Don't matter if we do or don't jive
There are always those that connive
And deprive
Trying to cause your dive

Off of it, they get a rise
Spreading lies
Attempting...

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I'll make my apologies and ill make them for two
If i could paint you a picture the colour would be blue
I looked into the mirror and all i could see 
Was a bitter old twisted...

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Hopeless 
By Samuel K Byrd

A hot meal, a cold bed, and hopes
that tomorrow will be a better day
unemployed house foreclosed and the repo-man
arrived bright and early yesterday
tax cuts, tax incentives, stimulus package
all a little too...

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A paper road and car of clay,
A garden made from pencil shaves;
With fields of crayon flowers drawn,
Beyond the shoebox house and lawn;
Old wax paper forms the boat,
That sails under a cardboard moat;
A fence made out...

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