Long Jocularity Poems

Jim Daley and Joe McCarthy had something in common. They died at 80 going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Walt O'Brien, their protege, found this out when he called the homes...

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A definite bonehead moment

since revised when das scribe 
made laughing stock of himself 
(circa ~ 8:30 post meridiem 
December twenty eighth, 2022).

A retrospective account
revisited courtesy the following 
honest to dog doe eyed, 
doofus dopey dilemma
allows,...

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~ (~) About a teaspoon it takes me in the morning-coffee-that-is. (~) ~


~ (~) Cream more, sugar, a little-less, though truly I still do prefer my cup fresh brewed... its 
superb when piping hot you...

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Form: Alliteration
A little alliteration by a long shot speaks so loud.
Metaphors muddle my mind
And silly similes stymie the sentence.
A terrible trope takes too much of my time
g Tiberius is my tag and title
My nom de...

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Balmy january fifth two thousand twenty three

pardon moi as I self plagiarize
with slight modifications
cuz following words written
at least an Earth's orbit ago
exhibits pearls of jocularity.

I ran than jumped high
into the upper atmosphere
like a faux young...

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The essence of wit is brevity
which interestingly evinces chivalry
delivered verdict to hex hoar size 
   (once and for all) president 

   dons mantle of deviltry 
and trumps constitutional credo 
defining American...

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'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and sensibility, jocularity,
and conformity I dissed deign
(spoiler alert) iamb, trochaic,

dactylic, and...

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fatty deposit usurped
my washboard physique
I can no longer lay claim
as pencil necked geek
mute tinny utterances futile

to write and/or speak
as recourse to cope with
displeasing body morphology
tis good n plenti humor I seek
to offset feeling morose, and

regular...

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Joy of the Lord

Joy refuses to hide or wear a disguise
 Bouncing brightness – bliss on springs;
Dances on tiny toes of fiery flamencos
 No colorless embraces –knows the steps;
No shadows of grey in its cloak
...

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by Michaelw1two

 The bard, the muse, the low versifier,
 each the times bemoan;
 stressed by compassion's grasp,
 ingrained word sown life disowns;
 individualist rare, previews minds mood,
 frigid wills he does discern;
 insurrection, a thought...

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LANKY AND PLANKY

Lanky & Planky wanted to hanky pank.
They were two happy men without brains.
They thought about the Wizard and wanted to visit Oz.
But he was a doctor just as retarded.
Nevertheless, they set out on...

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You've no doubt heard of fire-breathing dragons,
and their obsession with hoarding treasure.
But have you ever heard of Huffle-Winks,
magical creatures that promote pleasure.

Invisible, atop fast dragonflies,
they ride the winds of fate mile after mile.
And whenever they...

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The wonderfully designed expensive high school.
She approached with a graceful apprehension.
The teens there on that rich autumn day,had grown up
together.
But, she..from the big city?
Not welcomed to this suburban nation.
They stood in groups with almost familial...

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blind ...
you must be
completely ...
one person, THE person
who loves you more
than any other has or could ...
right in front of you
making a fool of himself
no care for the laughter of those
who find his adoration of...

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The dance commences, I retreat a step
Shattered from archaic engulfing patterns

You cha cha your storm forward in
Swirls of ancient abandonment and as

I skip back another, gasping for sufficient safety from suffocation,
You unfurl your blitz clawing...

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A little alliteration by a long shot speaks so loud.
Metaphors muddle my mind
And silly similes stymie the sentence.
A terrible trope takes too much of my time
g Tiberius is my tag and title
My nom de plume...

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God, 
Rolled Back The Curtains
of Hell
By: Tom Wright
8/21/00

In Hell,
were just voices with  no faces attached,
and faces having detached vocal chords.
Spirits, that had retained their senses.
That Saw the darkness of hell,
while conjuring the aura of...

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A silly sonnet on a restless night

All day long and into the evening
my heart has been pining for my true love
and I wonder, is she for me longing?
Apart from her there is no heav’n above.
Sleep...

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Aftermath Of The Storm

i was keeping watch
over the loveliness
of my flowers
three in a row

until the imposition
of falling logs
unnecessarily brawn
nature’s jocularity 
unbecoming of oak

my diurnal attention
disturbed by ash

yet one ruddy plant
lipstick smeared
a sunshine smile
shoulders steady

my calla...

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