Long Fit as a fiddle Poems

Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle

After experiencing a severe,
albeit violent near lethal bout
of irritable bowel syndrome
(yesterday night August 30th, 2023)
triggered courtesy dulcolax caplets plus 
healthy portion of lentils,
I (a beatle browed, foo fighting,...

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I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

whereby the missus didst potchke
created whirling dervish hubbub
after enjoying repast, 
(fit for a tarnished king),
yours truly able, eager, and ready
to soak my ego freezing carcass in...

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I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction 
blended, diced, fricaseed, 
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, 
stewed... with fact)

Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and...

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Diagnosed with NON contagious, yet incurable case of logorrhea...,

yielded following resultant fiction,
which arbitrarily selected thread
first popped into my head
considered one among many possible
near infinite concocted scenarios
arose up, thus continue at your own risk
only entertainment ye...

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While on the topic 
of blood kith and kin,
I relate another 
fabricated poem about 
blimey bloke of a fisherman. 

Trawl tale of a fictitious seaman told to ye...

Courtesy webbed whirled wide net wit
cursing thwarted life,...

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Shattered dreams of New Canaan

no longer land of the free home of the brave,
original rightful occupants hoodwinked, petrified,
where diseases xeroxed
ambushed, crushed, extinguished,
squashed, trashed, wampashed,
the entire kit and kaboodle zapped
violent unwelcome intruders
celebrated acquisition or outright
annexation of...

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Fitness guru (grew)
     to an abrupt screeching halt,
     i.e. did dramatically abate,
whence significant block of time,
     I formerly did allocate
(within recent past)
 ...

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I wax poetic as lifeblood imperceptibly doth wane

Mine body electric analogous 
to Google map pronounced 
with arteries and countless varicose vein
visible popping blood vessels  
leeches haven grand old time 
at expense of poor sucker...

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"You know this frigging tooth has been giving trouble since 1918 I can go on no 
longer. For as long as my Name is Mark by God it's coming out bfore the night. I'll go...

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The House That Jack Built (Pt. 2)

During Summer’s sweet vacation and sometimes on a school night,
 When most were safe in Dreamland and the Village bathed in moonlight,
 Nancy would toss gravel near my bedroom...

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I once knew a teacher who occasionally used the word ‘fiddle'.  If perhaps he deemed something untrue or irrelevant; or if annoyed by students or otherwise disagreeable, he would simply say, “fiddlesticks”.

In the instrumental...

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My grandfather Hymie 
     spent his entire life at sea
his thick calloused hands 
     and ruddy complexion re
     enforced non verbal body language...

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(scoured from dregs of me muss held head)

I shore up a vignette to free 
my ("FAKE") grandfather Hymie,
whose scrunched countenanced 
evinced beetle that of browed monkey
he spent his entire life at sea
his thick calloused hands

and...

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Aging baby boomer
no longer fit as a fiddle
accumulating extra adipose tissue
around the middle
ain't no impossible mission
whence thumbs I twiddle
to shed unwanted 
weight methinks exorcise to unriddle.

Call to action necessitates
yours truly to acclimatize,
calling fitness trainer
whereby honed...

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Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized within heart of darkness,
especially when electrocardiogram exhibits
absolute zero vital sign,
cardiac arrest translates
as cessation to lub dub,
hence yours truly

declared...

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Mark was a slo poke but a jolly rancher indeed
his wife Mary and baby Ruth his only family
life was sweet on the ranch called the M&Ms
along with his three musketeers, his hired help he called...

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Ya know baby you're usually right
Center cut, intherace, that's your place
On target, red carpet, gotomarket
Hittin' the bull's eye, 'n baby, I'm your guy
Smack-Dab babe
Like the Nile, you flow the right way
Like Carlyle, know what ta...

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Unsolicited feedback
across rock of ages woke
beguiling ghostly busty spectre
courtesy Marie-Antoinette,
(i.e. bride of France's arty choke
King Louis XVI) bespoke

let him eat cake, and (sic)
send back the bloody bloke,
aye suddenly begot idea rye
Jack Corner of zee desk
didst...

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Switching channels, trying to stay on top
Mannings and Favre are the cream of the crop

Afraid to miss a single great play
Is this how a lady should spend her Sunday?

Vikings fans stand up and cheer
Purple and...

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Homeostasis  (5)
Will always be the basis,  (7)
For equal balance. (5)

The existence of
Sacred Interdependence;
Godly radiance.

Amy Klobuchar,
Who is fit as a fiddle,
We cannot resist.


Jim Horn

Central text of tomorrow's sermon.

In America many of my things may...

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PLAYING WITH CLICHÉS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
recycle plastics... what goes around comes around
~~
thirty-six twenty-four thirty-six... fit as a fiddle
~~
where there's muck there's money... all that glitters isn't gold
~~
see the facts... use a mirror... don’t get your knickers in a...

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I'M AS YOUNG AS I FEEL
I'M NOT GETTING OLD. I'M AS YOUNG AS CAN BE.
THERE'S NOTHING AT ALL THE MATER WIT ME.
MY HAIR IS NOT GRAY. THERE'S A SILVERY SHINE.
MY BACK IS NOT BENT I'VE...

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You are lost to me in your world of despair
I reach out to comfort you- but you say 'I don't care'
now but a shadow of the person I knew
muttering, staring, broken and blue
bottles are hidden...

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Better With Age
I’m actually getting better with age
To illustrate this, here is my gauge
The spots on my skin – think of a young leopard
The cane in my hand – think of a young Sheppard
And now...

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Just like the football I am
small on the ends and big in the middle.
Sharp as a tack and fit as a fiddle,
seventy four (in the waist) and can still bounce back.
Of course it’s pretty hard...

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