Long Fop Poems

I have run three marathon since the break of dawn and have written three songs to humble the dishonest man but all the effort that I have made he still continue the shove dirt in...

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I Cooked the Book that Would Not Tap
 
A Doomsday, a nightmare gone wrong,
My hand shot with pain and didn’t stop,
Bandages hid the wound I wove for kong,
The silence echoed round the wheel fop.

I screamed...

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Blazing hot
Blistering my skin
Can’t tell you where I’m going
I can only tell you where I’ve been.

I’ve been in green meadows 
On a cool crisp morn
In a hospital near my wife
When our first child was born.

I’ve...

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Joy! Joy! of all the honors I have earned
In a lifetime of trysts, mazes, and twists
None have I so much relished, indeed,
As topping one of Poetry Soup’s lists!

I only wish they would send a certificate
I...

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Dearest D.G.,
it appears to me...
you have a slight quandary!

Let me clarify your confusion,
you frivolous fop...
your relationship is a flop.

Lose his number,
as it seems to be...
you were a dirty secret.

His "sister" likely a wife,
don't wreck her...

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Could you please just take a bit off the top?
I stare at this cardinal, hoping he’ll stop.
But surely there is a bird barber shop.
Yes, but they never give me a good chop.

Afraid I would be...

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Let there be no shame in a struggle to the top
For everyone who is achieving is not being a fop,
But expending the effort to be the best they can
It means climbing further upward again and...

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With waning moon below the Horizon
the darkness fell upon the slumbered town.
An even darker phantom fell upon
the people. (Death) had descended and found
its quarry. Walking silently among
their homes until he reached a wealthy man
asleep in...

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Now he’s going for a treatment 
That might swallow much liniment
And lick up copious supplement ;
About this, no long argument …

Watching was I Sir Cecil hop,
Not once, not twice, in real pain stop,
His discharging sweat...

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My lawyer's a liar
  my doctor's a quack
As for my dentist
  I'll never go back

My accountant's a fop
  my maid is a crook
I'll never replace the
  jewelry she took

My lawn guy...

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The devil’s dry fields
dirt farm, not much yields
damn sun
one forlorn tree shields
Texas battlefields
the one
recline that appeals
low water reveals
not done

no reprieve day’s sun
no wind, land barren
poor crop
windmill slow to run
water still and dun
well drop
worn clothes overdone
unbleached...

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