Long Couching Poems

POETIC PREFACE:

An inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock
counts down minutes few
according Al Gore rhythm
unstoppably ticking,
when life gets turned to global goo
tenderized...

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(alternate title – A bona 
er fide dog day afternoon delight).

A mere half dozen vowels 
constitute the English language 
    Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay
Consonants comprise majority
  
(sans remaining twenty) 
   ...

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(which above frolicsome gambit I mastered)
After mine wife
asks for this, that
or something else rife
with intent to provide barrel of laughs,
(likened to barrel of monkeys)
yours truly crafts
description how we share mirth

validating how our respective worth
matters each...

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He always tried all he could
When his son asked him to go to the game
He spent everyday couching him to be a star
But he thought he wasn't doing quite good
To make his son's dream come...

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Earth Day April 22nd 2024

I lament bidding Gaia's creatures adieu,
an inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock
counts down minutes few
according Al Gore...

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an inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock 
     counts down minutes few

according Al Gore rhythm  
...

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A ledge of window can here be a common throne
For my Felix, from here this tom perused the world
Half waking, half sleeping he slumbers curling each supple bone
Detailing each sound across the universe hurled
He will...

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He ranked as de facto semiprecious,
tremulous and unanimous scapegoat
bullied by a bumptious, callous,
disputatious hippopotamus of a brat
infamous bruiser later in his life to become
forty fifth president of UnIted States.

Though documentation incomplete, the un
named subject referred...

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Homeward, on an hungry belly
En-route a quick long trek, perhaps
It’s the hard day-after-day norm
And the poor little boy is mind-full
He deserves some respite– 
and even more
If only to furnish a compleat cycle

But, couching in an...

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Soldiers never tire of “Yes Sir”!
Forgetful lips a long storm stir, 
Disciplinary frog jumps for an hour
Or a free fall from a waiting tower.

Soldiers love Ear-Dividing “Yes Sir!”
You lower yours you’ve robbed them their fur;...

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After stepping out of the forest river,
                            ...

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* Ey, gt d cr kys…m mtg ^ wd d crw ds f-dy nyt…
ur brgr pak s in d  ref.

              ...

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'twas this sun, our noble hunter -
who gave the roar of his hoarse voice
couching before our queen, the moon 
couching with many rays of songs!

& his sharp eyes did like some prodigals
beckon the benevolence of...

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