Long Ditty Poems

Saul’s twinkling eyes took it all in – the platinum hair framing a first-class face, the silvery sheath dress wrapped around a figure that was out of sight, but in plain view. She was definitely...

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Winnie, wild-eyed, went insane
and sang “Happy Birthday” in the rain, 
while she washed away her bloody pain.

Now all day long she sings that song,
she sings it loud, she sings it strong,
walled in where she does...

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the bottle of cinnamon whiskey
tantalizingly low, and my feet swelling above...

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A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher at yours truly 
(an aspiring wordsmith) vamoose!

Hey diddle diddle the...

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As we stand hand in hand
As the wings of LOVE
enfold our hearts as ONE
under the arboresque 
Majesty Of LOVE
Utterly at the ineffable abode
Under the trellis bower of our hearts
As the innocent image of LOVE
emanate clearly...

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Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled 

Hey diddle diddle 
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see 
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped 
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked...

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GARLAND
By Kate H. Stark


It happened while practicing my violin. 

I practiced at home on a seat near the door.
I suddenly felt a huge urge to explore.  

The bluebirds were soaring up high in the...

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All In The Name Of "Progress"

The wrecking ball long since
demolished boyhood house zen
located at 324 Level Road,
a once nonagricultural,
pastoral, rural residence,
which soulful yen
I called home while
veritably sequestered, quarantined, positioned...
sprawled atop spaciously shingled roof
countless years (B)efore...

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FM
“ShallowMan, if you’ve conflictions
owing to your mind’s addictions
to subconscious maledictions,
due to doubt in old convictions;
tell me now of your afflictions.”

SM
“FactoidMan, I must confess
I understand you more or less
though subtleties provoke distress,
and even more your fine...

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Grace’s Council — Open...

One fine day, a little dit of a field-mouse, so tiny and meek, an avid reader of letters came to a freeze; dry-iced to her fav’rite spot at Grace’s library. As her...

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Various Heresies 11



The beauty of the flower fades,
its petals wither to charades...
—Michael R. Burch



the U-turn poem
by michael r. burch

Life so defaulty,
Life so unfair,
why do wee prize U,
what do U care?

LORD who lets unborns
drown in a...

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"Jesus is coming, Jesus is coming, He's coming back again today."
Grace kept on her rhythmic jump roping and singing her little ditty.
She used to sing these words instead, "Jesus is coming, Jesus is
coming back again...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
   pair of mismatched muggles, 
   who...

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While rifling through outdated poems of mine
some written quite a number of years ago,
the following mewing effort, I decided to post
for all purring cyber surfers linkedin 
to the webbed, wide world to read.

Prince Of A...

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Callum is an old-fashioned man on the verge of becoming history’s memory

Ancient even in that he holds only one job but that is for privation of another 

Sort of a whiz kid at what he...

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                 Eternal skies tease the ground below, 
shows shelf lustrous in the waters eye, in aroused reflecting cameo, 
seducing...

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Great Britain !

What is actually Great about Britain ?

Is it our overriding sense of Virtue ?

How we feel it is our God given right to criticize ?

Or present our way of life and values to...

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Once again besieged by fruit flies

Pestiferous infestation quite
argh apartment unit b44 
plagued with plight
analogously linkedin to phenomena  
experienced within outer limits 
of the twilight zone
dark shadows akin to edge of night 
opportunistic nuisance might...

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The following limericks are a continuation of: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/wicked_marys_been_a_bad_girl_1381428


Mary was simply horrid, as a wee girl
She was naughty and selfish, a school yard churl
She picked on one lil kid
Oh, yes indeed she did
Took out her scissors...

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Couched in the
     concept of a well,
     (which supplied the water
     for faded glory of "Glen Elm),"
     my boyhood...

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He made them in a hurry, He made them in the night.
He had other things on His mind, and forgot to paint them white.
A woman planned to fix this error - she was a woman...

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« She must suffer to her last breath. (…) They’ll all soon be as Dead as 0-Ren Ishii. »
« That woman deserves her Revenge. And we deserve to die. »
From « Kill Bill Vol. 1...

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Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice

As I lay me down in lush verdant grass
Gazing into night sky as Heavens pass
Twinkling stars, to an old grievous soul speak
"Be of stout heart, not a mortal...

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Poet of Perkiomen Valley
discovered aforementioned titled poem
about thirty months ago he wrote
impossible mission critters to smote
chronic issue yours truly does note
years later meaning today
April 19th, 2022
necessitated we allow, enable

and provide welcome to exterminator
actually management did...

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We (the missus and I) kvell for Katz TOASTER PASTRIES!

I prefer to craft a poem
for no rhyme nor reason
expressing heartfelt pleasure
to our highly refined palate
versus presenting tasty, yummy
and zesty nutritious snacks
exuberant feedback courtesy Tik Tok.

Aside...

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