Long Crapped Poems

Spring's Excitement
There are rhythms of Nature that no one controls
that farms use to advantage! Time's fishermen sailed
both with tides and fair breezes offshore in their boats
at each dawn and dusk's onshore brought home each day's...

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Another Tale Of Musical Madness...

It was in the early seventies...
My friend and rhythm guitar man,
Mark Trotiner, worked in a well
known musician store in NYC...
Another one of those so rare
"light up the room types"-
He played great...

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Women have an inny
Between their legs
Every year she gets a dozen eggs
Sometimes she cracks one open
Then begins the hoping
That the baby comes out right
Perhaps a child of the light
Or a creature of the of the...

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It’s funny to look at creatives,
painters, writers, musicians and such,
look back across their bodies of work,
and laugh at how much of it is luck,
that things they put their whole soul into
now languish deep in obscurity,
while...

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Amelia she loves to chat and tells an amusing story
But dear readers BEWARE – this one’s a little gory
She worked long hours at night as a barmaid
It was a job she loved and good wages...

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I swear , i saw my heart bleeding,
something like tick tock,tick tock
**** this, time she aint waiting for me,
I reminisce, more like jesus christ's
my love for her, juliet and romeo;
the real cameo, bony and clyde
too...

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What could I positively say but my heart is a wasteland? 
Spat on, crapped on, used up and thrown out.
So used that it's barren.
My mind is a wasteland in its own existence
Not knowing which way...

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Last night she called, 
I picked quickly 
"Hey darling" cold voice whispered
"Yes dear" amorously I wanted to get her aligned
"How have you been? 
"You know I've missed you" she continued with a wild rage.
I stressed...

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Foreword... 
Of two commonly used pronunciations, this poem uses Dippla-doe-cous.
Originally written as a singy songy thingy to the tune of Supercalifragilistcexpealidocious.


Jurassic Lark.


An optical illusion or a little hocus pocus
I swear I saw a dinosaur, a...

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PLASTIC   BAG   -  ILLUSIONS     OF     GRANDEUR


Humdrum, meaningless  existence :
Was wrapping apples in the supermarket:
The guys said it couldn’t be done.
But with...

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Black women in America,
let the sterile tabulating machine 
tally your vociferous views
Loud women pridefully possessing 
the highest voting demographics in the amber land
Have your passions changed America’s
cruel grain racial oppression ... 
Are your males still...

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I was riding a streak with the dice in my fist.   
Lady Luck was with me, seemed  I couldn’t miss!
Then this babe caught my eye,--I crapped out time and again.  
Lady...

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T'was the night before Christmas
The gifts were all wrapped
When the smell, well...it hit me
Our new puppy had crapped

I knew I could smell it
It was not just a fart
The puppy had dropped one
I awoke with a...

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...Sitting in this cell
Laughing at this guard that fell
Nothing else to do but play with the dirt under my nail
Days move slow as snails
Sit ups all day
Push ups every way
1000 lunges
1000 crunches
So much time to...

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Does Anybody Care?

Does anybody care, what you put in your hair?
or think, of the ink 
you mail to somewhere?

With no thought, you lick the stick, 
nor dawn on product of which you smear on.

To you,...

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Everything sings to me

I write lyrics and all kind of poetry
Bright nighttime and loyalty
Cooking nice thangs split pies
With crust sides
Play grounds that made my 
Vision perspective save my
Line straight gate my
Love for bay side my
Watched...

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fame,
you bitch
it was you who taunted us
we walked
on razor sharp blades
of grass
gras
p
ed
at straws
covered in white dust 
inside
on the surface

on the surface
we used the word art
and crapped on it
like so much hay

hey
we did it every day
in...

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...Now some may think this trend depressing,
there’s this idea our creators’ minds
understand things on some deep level
when they happen to craft the sublime.
But I, as one more wayward writer,
find the crapped-masterpiece comforting,
since years of work...

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The supreme love felt for that beautiful soul is enough to break your heart, yet it fills it up to overflowing... returned or not. Unrequited love binds the heart and blinds the eye so that...

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Hello, Hello
What are you doing there?
Hello, Hello
I'm looking at you here.
Hello, Hello
My knife is in my hand.
Hello, Hello
How long can you stand?

I crashed through the window
And sliced open your throat
I killed your damn goldfish
And sunk...

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Now doc assured Cindy that all would be fine
and finished the abortion at a quarter to nine.
The partial birth process was a total success
and as Cindy recovered, they disposed of the mess.
By one O’clock doc...

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Loaded dice seem to fall precise
crapped out again just can't get ahead
same events with different players
can't prevent these folded layers

Revolving door continues more
same old game without a blame
like a shuffled deck with outer specks
marked like...

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Yesterday I felt WONDERFUL!
No aches and pains
Happy
All signs of morbid paranoia    gone!
I could actually greet people
Offer a smile
              ...

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When I get fresh, my dates usually hit me.
But last night I dated a woman who bit me.
I didn't understand until today why people fear her.
I was going to shave but I had no reflection...

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We once were discerning,
we once had opinions.
But then we stopped learning,
and turned into minions.

One day, something happened.
We can’t tell you when.
One day we got crapped on,
and ceased to be men.

There once was a telly
whose end-word...

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