Long Foxy Poems

I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence

The following crafted 
approximately midway 
into the administration 
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping finds
him squarely poised to
nab the nomination as
Republican front runner
come the...

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Spring equinox arrives March 20th, 2023 at 5:24 PM

Despite what outside temperature registers
(even absolute zero), the official arrival
of spring occurs, when thee eel hip tic
of coe phish hunt holy Mackerel
becomes tangential to barenaked ladies 
barren...

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(21st century pearly white prosthetics,
restored jaw bar wah key) 

Aye noel hunger bristle,
and when false teeth soak at night 
     in tandem with stubby facial gristle
har reckon noah kisses
 
 ...

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Once upon Trump time,
Free-range,
organic,
totally uncaged hens
brown
and black
and even white
and all things in-between
prepared to vote for more green climate health
growing indoor/outdoor good-egg chicken family values
planning to optimize healthy wealth
green ecoschool henhouse natural-spiritual remodeling
for deep and richly...

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The radio plays their song
And two hearts beat as one
To the rhythm of a tune they call their own.
The gold and platinum vinyl spins
Creating the sound where love begins.
If only for the moment, they have...

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Woman Poets
Super Duper Poetry Soup Woman Poets

Anyone can make a comment when they want to.
Someone should write one about the men now.

Are pretty woman poets living in a palace
With no malice at all so we...

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Super Duper Poetry Soup Woman Poets

Anyone can make a comment when they want to.
Someone should write one about the men now.

Are pretty woman poets living in a palace
With no malice at all so we call...

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Woman Poets
Super Duper Poetry Soup Woman Poets

A Repeat

Pretty woman poets are living in a palace,
With no malice at all so we call her Alice,
But then in mail received another invoice;
Said her name is Joyce and...

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Foxy Farrah, and best friend, Sarah, did lots of things together. 
They liked to laugh, they liked to play, in any kind of weather. 
 
When days were windy, their friend Cindy liked to join...

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The little pygmy named Pixie Poggly was quirky queenly quaintly and quickly, but rarely ever really did much can't you see.

Until one day, a raunchy rascal quaintly and shrewdly, Skinny and slippery that he was,...

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Hypersensitive intuitions usually are an asset, 
Allowing one to comprehend what many people don’t,
But - normally advantageous - mine's sometimes too acute,
Tempting me to deal with things the prudent person won't.

For instance…just last Friday, as...

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A tale of two twins ...


Kit:	That sure was a mean swing, Dottie. You knocked it out of the park. You’re the Sultana of Swat. I love the way you ‘round the bases doing your cute...

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My shy moth eyes
were attracted to the beauty of your flame
The pleasure of knowing you
was worth the risk of me feeling the pain
From the hurt burn of you leaving ... 
a house of mirrors with...

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In my dream
Thomas Jefferson pops out a pilgrim
in The Jeffersons family,
proprietors of Chinese laundries
on the best end of Main Street’s forested path
emerging toward Sanford Sons and Daughters Recycling Dump.

Here, midst polyglot stone soups
both informing and...

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Here we are in 1650, which is ten minutes to five
swing the wheel to the West, which is left,
put your sun cream away, man the mizzen and the stays
as we set off for some murder...

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Another place

There is another place, where all things are possible, 
All words may be said, all thoughts brought into the limelight.
A place where emotion is welcomed and judgment takes no sides.
It is a place where...

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Can intimacy be labeled as de trop?
I don't think. My sister offers me critique
Of such silly actions! But I still crave more!
Our nights together were just majestique.

Before heading out we take aperitif
By the pool, in...

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Opps! must be dead,
looks like the pearly gates,
Rough guy levitates towards me,
think I know his face,
St Peter, I need some help 
trying to get into this place,
I’ll let you enter kiddo, 
but my identity you...

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Olive was vibrant and deliberated in awe in front of her wardrobe

Should she put on that glorious fox pelt for the night’s Hunters Ball

Surely it had to be politically correct and she would claim her...

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It is a gorgeous spring day, there are greens on both sides of the road.
The smells are fantastic, and my hair is blowing like I’m on a cycle.
I’m  actually driving my new purple trans...

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Restless soccer moms,
whose kittens have all become mature,
got plenty of suburban boredom
Time enough for sure
to get hooked on every advertised lure
As daytime soaps and gossip kitsch
are the mundane, daily double feature
So they buy themselves some...

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Aye Writhed With Agony...

Unbeknownst to any
     innocent onlooker, aye
underwent extreme internal
     torture with silent cry
ying whimpers, whence,
     (either left or

   ...

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She’s my bad medicine,
	giving me fever chills
	and heart palpitations
		Always breaking out in a cold sweat
from her sultry hot loving
	Keeps me dancing on the edge of death,
	defying all my common sense
She’s my no good medicine
Then there’s...

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smashing! there she goes swaying her strut in red stilettos
with a lady gaga ’do,  vamp gear and  rockin’ diva blues…
"hottie P.D." that’s what she’s called.. ready to prance at
her latest night call, another...

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Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote...

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