Long Dipstick Poems

(Created using the bAbBlE sentence generator, various text excerpts, and a minuscule bit of human editing.) 

And she smells good without keeping all ...

Beef, sitting lonely on that lies floating on the tufted floor. "Surely,"...

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COME ON SOUPER'S LETS HAVE SOME FUN AND MAKE FOLK SMILE DURING SUCH DIFFICULT TIMES FOR US ALL. THERE ARE LOTS MORE APT NAMES  - PLEASE SOUP MAIL POEMS AND I WILL ADD THEM...

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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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Wergle Flomp Good Humor 2023

The following constitutes a rather 
twisted as a pretzel SUBTITLE:

I dash with my jiggling boobs in an attempt to escape... 
being overrun by teddy bears and beanie babies
while carrying out heavy...

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I'm barely crawling toward my grave
And lucky to have come this far! 
A life lived mostly not a knave, 
Or specimen in someone's jar.

It's not so easy to stay clear
Of folks who'd label us at...

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I am carrying this heavy burden around it feels like something is going to crash and burn, the rocket in the sky will collapse and die and the missiles will explode when you empty the...

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As par and parcel of being
    alive wire impossible aye
to maintain totally tubularly
     literarily celibate by and bye
with parochial restraint antiseptic dry
as dust poetic refrains
   ...

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The Greatest Gift of All?
(A Finite Human Lifespan)
There is pleasure in 'knowing' this life will be ending,
the space my flesh occupies 'opening up' for 'not me(s)'
though my life has been great (I'd say fun for...

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I don't know what I'm writing for,
didn't start to find the cure
or rewind the cord
to find a vision true and pure
started to express distress
regarded as a mental mess
a brief relief and gentle ease
unheard words found...

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We suffer in silence yet our hearts bleed out loud 

We hope our hearts, keep our feelings sealed yet our eyes reveal what our heart tried to conceal 

We Fight for Strength 

We Battle for...

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since maintaining a diet 
of exercise heeding "yo dude" 
(you look like a lady)
the inner fitness maven against 
the temptation of high caloric junk food 

and nightly snack king 
on a flexible fitness routine, 
this...

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My guy is the man at the local garage.
He fixes cars for a living.
When it comes to making me feel good,
No other guy is so giving.

As for me,I raise and breed some bees
At my place...

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I live in Hazzard County and I am Deputy Enos Strate.
I'm a virgin because Daisy Duke is the only girl I want to date.
People like me because I'm Hazzard's only honest cop.
I had my own...

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I'm the sheriff and my name is Rosco P. Coltrane.
People in Hazzard know that the P is for pea-brain.
I work for Commissioner Jefferson Davis Hogg.
He hates the Dukes and he also hates my dog.
I usually...

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papered dipstick of today's measure
will words be too acidic or too base
budding our tongues to sour or pleasure
a tinge of breath exhaled paper chase

our empathy in hues of blues, our anger
bright crimson of hot-blooded emotion
hypothalamic...

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Farcical characters of ill gestures,
they be no friends of mime

Mute clown suits
wearing viol marionette smiles
all of the puppet string time

I tell you, of a silent truth,
those pretzel-tongue jester troupes
are theatrical buffoons 
spoofing on a global...

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I’m a man of no great ambition
Often described as a proper
Piddly poof…

Piddly, poofy, Godawfully goofy
Shnickered and shnookered totally
Over the roof…

Being a bit of a dipstick, is my claim to  fame
Not a hint of dignity
To...

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Sun Rays dance on my Bed. 

Sunlight arrives early 
A few friendly rays
Sit on my duvet warming it.
I pat the sunlight
Still half asleep 
Trying to remember the night`s dreams,
It is difficult,
Before they slip under the...

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thinking too much
becoming a dipstick in flight
forgetting simple mathematics
missing you like mad

wishing in mounds of overkill
hoping in buckets of wasted energy
praying in multitudes of nothingness
missing you like mad

words can be the thorn with the poisonous...

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