Long Got him scratching his head Poems

If you’re a human, a word of advice
Don’t leave computers with cats, rats or mice
If these share your home but you need to be gone
For heavens sake make sure that you’re not logged on.

Some creatures...

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It has been twelve years that our story was written, from the moment I met you I was smitten. You were my love, my friend, my rock , my confidant, you held my heart from...

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Two-thousand twenty-one, scratching my head.
Let’s back up all the way up to January. Mom and Dad
working consistently to beat the ovarian cancer-monster.
Still the clink
   of anniversary cheers
      sixty-one...

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The sun is melting at a hundred and five degrees and the wind is swirling in the trees, the petals are opening wide in the skies and the motorcycles are rolling by. Hundreds of them...

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The day had dawned with the sunrays pouring through my window,
I saw myself scratching my head,
Since the number of gripping ideas in my brain amounted to zero.

I had been asked to compose something-- which will...

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As I walked holding my overnight bag,
towards the steam locomotive,
the air in the hot night so sultry and steamy,
my clothes clung to me as I boarded,
the train steward showed me
to my cabin which had a...

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Cj-you asked for it and now you got it  
GOING APE OVER AN APRON     
I was just sitting around scratching my head
Wondering why it was that you said goodbye
I was...

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You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop      Appendage from his Mum)

stopping every now - and...

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Her Cheekbones, smooth as  pebbles 
Grasped tightly in his sexed up hand, sweating indelicately
Resembling that night the thoughts between the sheets were conceived
Weighing like soaked white carpets
Beneath flea market stands
She Is Beautiful, she is...

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Comedians have a skill of cracking people's ribs:

Can you imagine, I went for Police recruitment. They ordered us to run 200 metres. I ran and took the first place, later to be arrested by Police...

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De gyul

The first time see the gyul
Ah want to meet her family
I going to get a diamond ring
I don’t care how much it cost me

gone to ask her to get marry
But she did not say...

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What is love? Love is a portrait of art and love is precious.
Love is amazing poetry, simple imagery of alluring beauty, 
Love is wonderful presentation filled with nice surprises, 
Love is the first duel in...

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On a clear crisp morning
All was quiet and still
Suddenly without warning
A scream that will make you ill
The house lit up like Blackpool
And all around was concerned
People running like crazy fools
To where screams were heard 

It...

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Clique claque went the railroad trains                             ...

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This is an ode to the Mothers all around,
They are the queens who have never been crowned
For all their hard work, for all their love,
They are the angels sent from above!

On our first day, tears...

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They say blacks have a thing called fast twitch muscles
that enables them to run faster or dodge a modern day bullet.
It’s unfortunate for Michael Brown,
He wasn’t able to outrun it when his enemy pulled it.
You...

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I can’t see a damn thing; it’s that time of night
The road is too dim, but the sunset’s too bright.

I’m driving by sounds, yes, I’m driving by feel.
In a couple of minutes, guess I’ll grab...

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What was he thinking when he dropped
by shoelaces his unseasoned shoes?

Did they splash or plip-plop land on lake?
Did they sink like a pirate’s treasure or

was this considered treasonous, by land folk?
Oh, definitely would be, if...

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A Couple Of Nags


A couple of fellows who weren't very bright
Got terribly drunk in the pub one night
It gave them a bit of a shock of course
When in a drunk bet... They each won a...

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True freedom can feel like an exquisite jail
Our inhabited space bound by bars we drink in.
Child’s nutrition once favored, a lap dance now passé,
Our restaurants change with new owners, or chefs find
New orbits, food loved...

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The grandfather clock just struck twelve, that magic hour of night,
And there he sits drumming our fingers musing about something to write!
He's been biting our nails and running our fingers through his hair,
Scratching his head,...

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Stuck indoors 
with nowt to do
Decided to clear 
a cupboard or two
Now some 
may call me a hoarder
Though to me 
they’re nostalgic mementos
Each one evokes
movies inside my head
Of the reason I kept it 
Did not...

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The old man gazed at the sun about to set
And its molten core soon to dissolve in the sea
Scratching his head with tremulous hands
And running his fingers on the stubble of his unshaven face
He held...

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Comfortably sitting
at my wide oak desk
wearing vision glasses
that deflect blue light
from a computer
loaded to capacity...
I'm typing a novelty.

Is poetry the reflection
of intimate feelings,
or a teller of stories
somehow impersonal
or truly meaningful?

Moods dictate words
and they flow according
to...

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I question myself
at this stage of life,
a lot of living behind me,
more than three scores and ten
and not as much ahead—I surmise.

A junction reached for pause
to take inventory,
no more forks in the road to worry...

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