Long Conga line Poems

Bartender Oh Bartender
(a stout rendition of O Captain! My Captain!
Perfect rhythmic rhyme with tonic 
when the doth ale).

Mine eyes espy the glory per the ending 
of another work day beckon Baileys Irish Creme
with Absolut certainty...

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There was a garden gnome named Griselda
who lived by my back garden gate
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
to Gregor, her poor garden mate.

She screeched and she stomped as she threw things
like my...

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Most everything written
(and learned ya in school)
     Yukon coon sitter, (and bet
     your bottom dollar) tibia bunch
     of contrived information

   ...

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Dutiful discipline drives devoted diligence...

Quotidian dedication describes
das deft dude,
his promising passion
with English language
within recent past dim sum
might notice he brewed

poems about common
trials and tribulations food
for thought self sadist factorially
reasonably rhyming oft times
incorporating analogy, metaphor, simile
more...

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The suburban pressure cooker expelled its multiethnic horde north. Laden with implements of leisure, bicycles, kayaks, canoes and camping gear; world weary travelers of urban and suburban bent surged north ever, north. Bucking, they wrenched...

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parTA
My sweet little gran-mire is 94 Years old.
She still works, as the chairwoman of the family trust.
You can call her “Godfather.”

The “frail old lady” is a humorous disguise she dons
to bamboozle the unwitting - like...

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The sherbet orange light of a fall morning in Connecticut crackles with the scent pine. The lake’s parking lot overflows by nine thirty. The S.U.V.s park in a haphazard manor. The boat crew’s flight from...

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the beast detests the prince of pomposity.
the chin upturned. each blackened strand of hair

in place with grease. his too white smile released
to aproned maids — the town with hordes of them.

his shoulders straight, his swagger...

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Vagabonds – the lost Avatars


Virtual Vagabonds, avatars
lost amid the teeming Ethernet,
signal searchers illuminated
in the blue light of emptiness

Hobos of a cordless conga line
falling in and out of “bars”
fevered followers worshiping
at the altars of the asinine

Homeless...

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The conga line stretches on for miles,
With wedding gown leading her groom,
Swerving in and out of future trials,
Before the newlyweds head to their room.

With wedding gown leading her groom,
Happily stunning in her pearly crown.
Before the...

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Follow Me

Come on, join in,
hook onto the end
of the conga line!
Hands on the hips of one ahead
all following along
in a snaky, winding, whooping line
like a centipede jiggly jiving, legs astride!
Three shuffles on the beat, step,...

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Devouring wings, my drip is dramatic,
Flames ignite tongue, buds sting acrobatic.
Capsaicin conga line, thrusts are erratic,
Spicy-raised roof, heat hitting the attic.  

A gourmand adventure, once mild aromatic,
Infernos erupting, eyes leaking emphatic.
Scoville scale rising, its...

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