Long Fudged Poems

Sore testicles
isopropyl never dried
pan to the head
thank the splatter web
for the psychosis of this muse
vopour transmission
liars for friends
come one come all
come again
double fudged sunday
Electric lies
how was i to know the chemistry underneath all the stains
why...

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***Disclaimer: This is not so much a poem, as an exercise in stream of consciousness. I just sort of wrote what I thought about. Sorry if it makes little or no sense to anyone else....

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George worked in a construction company. He spent all his days walking the steel beam but when he got home, he became the master of inventions. One night he borrowed his wife's ironing board and...

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Colorado Cowboy Saga

Grandad became a cowboy,
 Though born in the mountains of Tennessee,
His family moved to Colorado –
 Just when he turned three;
Fleeing from the Civil War’s animosity
 Traveled in a wagon ‘cross the wide...

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“Do not judge unless you would be judged,”
We are warned but we rarely comply,
And “treat others in ways that feel fair,”
Still we lack what God’s angels supply,
Believe justice can always be fudged
And think our lives...

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We have come from every district
In the whole of our large state.
We hold a big  convention,
Every year around this date.
We greet each other cheerfully,
I’ve been friends with some for years,
Then turn back to our...

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THE MEDIA SHOUTS AND CLAIMS.
THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY OUT.
I AND MANY OTHERS,
SEEM TO HAVE SERIOUS DOUBTS.

POLITICAL PRISONERS VS.
POLITICAL SLAVES.
WITH THEIR UNENDING MANDATES
WAVE AFTER WAVE.

WITH NO PROOF OR EVIDENCE
AND NO RESEARCH FILES.
TO UNCOVER, 
THE NAKED TRUTH
WILL...

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Milania, Milania

Milania, Milania, our journey’s nearly done,
We fudged the facts, paid little tax, the prize is almost won,
The polls I hear are tied —‘tho  clear that most folk are disgusted.
With hollow eyes they realise...

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Where We Feel Loved

Where we feel loved, the softest “Hi…” is poetry!
Love’s content warms, more hands discovered touching ours.
Our thirst’s best sated by a smile that’s felt not seen.

Your “Hi…” feels lonely though, or am...

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I remember the click click jangle jangle of her rummage . Oh 
 what a beautiful mess it was as she plucked out a red rosary
 for me hold. "Here this one is for you...

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Murders in Utah, Using Glue in lungs by upstairs neighbors

is this the work of and over active mine (mind)
should i call the who?
or should i call the what?
bam-sham-a-dam
the is so fudged-up,  all the way...

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It's rarely known but studies have shown
Pencils last fifty thousand words
Worms eat themselves if they can't find food
Now I find that totally absurd!

It's rarely known but studies have shown
Elephants can't jump, wish they could
An ostrich's...

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Pitter, patter fall the drops of rain
It slides down the window pane
Leave tracks of fudged images
Seem to convey some messages

At night the room is dark and damp
Lightening sparks it like a mystical lamp 
The light...

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in the middle of the day
april fool's day
we were all there
different colored shirts
walking in circles
circles
from the water

one season it made sense
get rich quick
from your personal jesus
get rich quick
drink it down
never say how

one day when you...

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The dark times are here
Days don’t end without fear

Crime is now prime
Life can be lost for a dime

The police has its own ways
Defense is in such a disgrace

Everyday starts with a scam
And our heads hang...

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His knees shake, he's feeling weak
His hands tremble and he cannot speak
He got an email early afternoon 
It's tax time again - it's much too soon 

His accountant queries things long past 
But his filing...

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The Ducktwirt sat fudged in mud.
The gills rippled in worrying curves.
Danger was near.
The Quagmire Sea was no joke.
Skillets, Searpuckers, and Throttlecocks 
Ravage these waters.
Ducktwirt's don't stand a Wormblat's
Chance in a gungle reef.

Then came the Zoomer
With...

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It’s often used in lyrics
Since the music cuts some slack
But each time I get to hear it,
I am taken some aback.

For to me, who is a purist,
It’s a point in fact that I’m
Quite a stickler...

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I entered a contest the other day
Waited patiently for it to be judged
Oh drat - I’ve got yet another N/A
The ‘glowing comments’ I received were fudged!

So I thought I’d change my poetry style
To see if...

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I've become a ruddy thumb twiddler
Checking out the box called “in”
Haven't eaten properly for days and days
Starting to look a little bit thin

Not obsessed with accolades though
The small talk is what I'm missing
Okay I fudged...

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there was a girl named Alice
preferred to write while braless
 	wrote poems by rules
	while wearing her mules
her fingers were getting a callous

the contest rules were too hard
needed written by a true bard
	she wrote anyway
	hoping that...

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