Long Groucho Poems

NAME: Phil Latio.

QUALIFICATIONS: LLB (Law) PhD (Medicine) & FSC (Federation Starfleet    
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Like Hannibal we crossed the pass and crossed 
   the Alps (okay, the Brynderwyn Hills) 
and a bridge too far on north-west passage.
   From out of the Valley of Mizpah 
to...

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“The Penelope Squad”



A line of bluebirds 
tittering on a line
swaying on the winds
like comedian pageboys 
having a good time
poop in the peg bucket
words wooden and sharp
fly off with frosty notes
dirt and sherry stains
imprinted on 
Penelope’s...

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"Some Grave Humor for Monday Mourning"   Posted 5 Apr 2021
take note: if you don't go to your friend's funerals      they won't go to yours

some think our cemetery is...

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Courtesy of Marx (albeit Zeppo, Harpo, Groucho, and Chico) 
whose acts brought generations of laughter to Vaudeville and 
then the Silver Screen adlibbed, linkedin, and ransacked skits 
zoid material Bing very loosely based on writings...

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Whar art mine fervent zeal for Marx Brothers?

While figuratively trout fishing
for ideas to write about
analogous (hook, line and sinker)
idea wormed itself into mind with clout
moment of awareness arose
without shadow of doubt.

As a long haired pencil...

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"Book Worms"   Posted 1 Feb 2021

i'm reading a book about anti-gravity      I can't put it down

that bio of Led Zeppelin's guitarist      is a...

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I received a re-invitation email this morning. A ‘come on, why don’t you want to?’ note that struck me as odd. See, I’ve been ‘tapped’ for a couple of final clubs at Yale. It can...

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What A Revolting Development
(Not by Groucho or Karl Marx)

Bernie with bent back grudges does carry
Decided to become another Revolutionary
Always knowing exactly what he meant
By this being a revolting development.

Hillary's tough questions were a strain
Until about...

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The howling winds of March

Furious gusts of air
mightily blow bestirring anchored poet
sitting comfortably numb
securely strapped in his hard to maneuver
easy bath chair
while all around him debris
strewn helter skelter everywhere
heavy objects unmoored
pirouetting topsy turvy

defying laws of...

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Written: March 5, 2012
Updated: March 11, 2012


Listen to nurse's report including the news 
that Joe and Wilma like each other.

Check all rooms and find that Roger is out of his bed
and down on the floor...

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Courtesy of Marx (albeit Zeppo, 
Harpo, Groucho, and Chico), whose 
acts (along Seuss iz Zacks Fifth 
Avenue) brought generations of 
laughter to Vaudeville, and then 
the Silver Screen adlibbed, linkedin, 
and ransacked skits zoid material...

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In the velvety night, caressed by shadows,
A poet whom I deeply respect whispered to me,
That my verses, through his cold and harsh eyes,
Were but weak jokes, a pale reflection,
Not slicing arteries, not unlocking true agony,
But...

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Met some famous people in a dream I had last night.
Meeting and greeting them was surely my delight,
However, the way they mingled was more than I could bear.
There actions made me worry and made me...

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a limning rush of sinister 
     fiery angry flames bent avast
analogous copse, 
     where every limb bough, bore full 

     roaring furnace hot...

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Classic Radio

I crave classic radio!
Boston Blackie and The Shadow;
Captain Midnight; Fibber Maggie and Molly;
Ace detectives fighting crime;
Or comedians making up limericks in rhyme.

Keep the TV for my husband to watch now
As I wear earphones, letting...

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Why rhyme you ask? 
Because it is fun, it is easy, and my mind is broken.
SCREECH……………………………………
Stop that! I warn myself. We have had more than enough of that.
Trixie picks up a feather duster and plucks...

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KIDS'  PAINTINGS  OF  THEIR  MOTHERS

A refined, young, black-haired woman who plays violin in the orchestra, 
Vassili’s mum, was  distinctly simeon-featured and aged,
Like  a  PLANET OF THE APES ...

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If you really want someone to love you
You should set aside making them happy
And just focus on why you love them.
We’re all flawed, I am certain you know too,
For when feeling unloved we feel crappy
Though...

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I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.
—Groucho Marx

Adventure is just bad planning.
—Roald Amundsen

Must Be A Carnival

Lady, what did you see
advertised? Boat leaves the dock.
Your apparel, a shock. 

Going cruis’n…cruis’n...

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I picked "cinqku" because I don't know 
what form that is, and I'm too lazy to
look it up; but if you've ever read any
of my poetry you should know I don't
want to lead anyone down...

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date: Feb 15, 2017

Always the same little hash joint. 
For lunch, the identical dish - 
in Kremzer's, on Mott and Delancey, 
potatoes and yiddisher fish. 

His real name was Julius Henry, 
but "Groucho" is how...

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Grace is a gift man's just born with,
Like feelings, green eyes, or red hair,
Grace is sun you expect every morning,
Or rainbow blessed cloudburst that softens day's air.

Grace is a girl in a picture
That haunts you...

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Time moves on as I do too
I felt I had to come to you 
I only came to bid adieu
Hello, I must be going

I came here once so I could say
I am here but can...

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        Apropos of John H. Doe
          A name we all know
   
     ...

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