Long Gullibly Poems

Stretching outer limits of incredulity beyond realm of logic

In an attempt to recount how life came about on planet Earth,
thence subsequently spanning across the webbed wide world
birthed cockamamie idea within mind of then young Matthew
Scott...

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The Great Escape

Perched on a rooftop terrace in glorious sunshine he watches ahead
Floats on his sky looks inwards and ponders the magic path unravel
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Sing oh Hummingbird Sing
Sing that beautiful love song so melodiously
The song that made him promise to love her endlessly
And made her fall in love with him hopelessly
He whispered, so luring, the words uttered so softly...

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Does it really matter that i conform to the norms of the day?
What perfect blueprint is there for the journey called life?
Who are you to chastise me for being filled with flaws?
Only one was made...

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their bodies were present but
their eyes were scanning a screen,
their faces devouring the blue light,
of the small machines in their hands-
they were nothing less than walking zombies.

they typed in caps and illegible words,
tapping continuously without...

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Your nothing but a nobody
Tryin’ to step to somebody
Swaggerin’ with your bling-bling glistening’ in the shade
Sportin’ last year’s Jordan’s with untied laces

Spittin’ venom and ejecting weak game
Day dreamin’ fantasies…talkin’ jive 
Pushin’ hard to be my...

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Gullibly naively dumbfounded over generality,
Undeniably stated amongst the general masses,
There in lies promiscuity in propriety,
Between all levels of the social classes,

Unfortunately this is the distinct similarity,
To which each bird will hum,
At loss from our original...

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THE PREY AND THE BAIT

Before and beyond time
Not one man will make a case
For such a pathetic story
Owing to self bigotry

You complain by the day
You murmur by the noon
At twilight, you sob by the way
And...

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Brexit Sonnet No.22
‘How Can I Leave Thee’
 

How can I leave thee? Let me count the ways.
I’ll leave thee as I believe I have the right
To batter and breach all doubters in plain sight.
I’ll end...

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To give glory to Satan I'm sorry to sound,
Though bitter a truth I've certainly found:
Some sons Satan has strictly tamed and tied,
(Forbid O Lord I might have lied).

On wicked ways their thoughts hidebound,
As devil dictates...

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Brexit Sonnet No.2
‘Precious Time’
 

One Billion earned takes patience, faith and years.
To calculate it out on goodly pay,
It’s twenty thousand years of sweat and tears,
Twenty thousand years with little say.
Yet glibly do we quote this...

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