Long Grue Poems

Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no recognition like
many such Aussies in
mulberry bushes
Yet he shovels the
stake of...

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A rhetorical question finds me asking 
(to no one in particular) why I recall 
the names of grade school teachers 
approximately fifty years ago (whose 
names listed below), when the need

to retrieve necessary information due
ring...

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Homey eyes of peasant stew
A cozy-colored mossy mew
Stony cottage, snowcheeks bleu
The forest fins for frosted fruits.

The warmest thought speaks crumbly bread
A partridge purr puffs through my head
That grants the grunkest grue a ‘Get!’
To packrat out...

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THE EYE of I

What is life? What is love?
The eye of I took it in…
The material rolling sweeps highs and lows--valleys cuts, grooves, gullies and gorges eye engorge crevices of porphyry
heat flies from the ravines
places...

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En suivant le fil allongé de l'attirance pour elle,
Je me mis à une randonnée cherchante en dépit du ciel bas.
Tout à coup, il faisait de l'orage. La pluie torrentielle
Et le courant d'air houleux comme de...

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I'm trying a brand new recipe



that is claimed to be delishful.



Fresh beans with hue of grue



with butter pat and bacon fat melded.



I served it to my family



 and waited for the praises



My tween son smarked,



"This...

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Poem inspired by the song “Lay my body down” by Glenn Hughes


I don’t think of death when I think of you,
We’ve been told many lies, none of them true.
I’ve been drawn to the shadows, it...

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RICH IS THE BLOOD!
A witch has capabilities to get me if I am curse.
God knows she can scare a stone in his or her godly works.
However, the road I travel leaves her flabbergasted.
Her spells and...

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Much like the chip paper that crawls the alleys,
Or the landfill refuse that rapes the valleys,
Her thoughts like rags and malicious hags
Cackle and crackle like old bin bags,
And snake through her head as poison pen...

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Emoticon Yellows 

If I were rich, which is a crime
I could do anything I wished
Claim my rights and entitlements as “affluenza”
But I’m an ordinary cyberpunk 
A regular yellow kind of guy
An emoticon with an attitude
Manscaping,...

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He drives around, picking up girlz.
Proudly displaying his emoticon bumpertricker.
His vomitrocious personality,
hidden behind smiley face lie.
The master of snark,
with an old man's easy style.

Try not to look into those grue eyes.
His is a pretend wise...

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DNA can put you away
in a place where the sun don’t shine,
where the jail guitar doors and catwalk floors
jangle into the base of the spine.

Know the drill with years to kill
and tramp ‘round the exercise...

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The Contest

Enter the contest says Brian Strand
The form it does not matter
As long as I think it is  not bland
Gives you a chance to natter.

What subject should I write about
What theme should it pursue
Times...

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