Long Knockers Poems

Four palms, one taller, the other three measure the same.
Heavily anchored in sand, all are vertical climbers of this azure sky.
Eight new fronds per palm, the older ones neatly trimmed by man.
No cocoanuts anywhere to...

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Your rhyme reads like a rap they say,
a rap I say,
a rap they say,
perhaps but rap is rhyme you see,
it's rhyme really,
it's rhyme you see,
this poem is not lyrical,
no not at all,
not lyrical,
'cus songs use...

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Dear Santa,
As you may well know, 
it's tights and not stockings that are all the go.
So, with no stockings to hang on the bedstead, 
would a pair of my bloomers be OK instead?
I'll sew up...

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It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents,
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In every window a wind chime stirs, gently caressed by
A chilling...

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The blood curdling screams rang out into the night
The little beggars were dragging someone to their lair
Huddled together, trembling with fear, we closed our eyes
She whispered “Do you think they will come?” 
I held my...

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7/11/21


Never been the smoothest talker
Got to make the best of it before I need a walker
Had a lot or nothing to offer
Wasn't always worth the bother
4 days a week I work with and help doctors
Occasionally...

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Breasts, boobies, knockers, tits – call them what you will
We are talking about breast cancer – and sadly it can kill

The key to success with catching the disease is early detection
Remember boobies aren’t just funbags...

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“I wear the chain I forged in life,” replied the ghost,
“I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on
of my own free will, and of my own free will I...

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ISEYIN MY TOWN
If you don't know,
'Emi lomo ISEYIN  ORO
'Oro omo EBEDI MOKO.
I know my town, I love my town,
I celebrate my town, as great town to everyone, I praise my town, and I cheer...

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*A very loose form of Limerick, 
          but Mabel deserves lots of syllables.


There once was a waitress with the name of Mabel
Who used her bosom as...

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Tribute

You are a wonderful human being and a man of many talents Jack Ellison for all your many achievements. 
Age is only number - your charismatic persona and optimism shines through your poems.

I’m honored to...

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Here she comes. You’ll see.
The room got quiet.
Yes, she was an unknown girl. 
Her knockers were not only enormous
They were practically loose.

The women did not seem to notice.
Grandma was stirring up a big pot of...

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My English Brother and the Rich
I find it impossible to be envious of the wealthy, buying superyachts one bigger than the other, when they get seasick at the thought of sailing out to sea
Marrying a...

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Knockers

Knock Knock Knock on the door.
We say yes 
They say can we come in

We say yes come in open the door
They come in as a team of three

First one comes in excited about the games...

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Next sound 
Miss tick
Teaching you through like adu
Eat the line
Crawl up the vine
Inside your water, no wine
Code and color penal
Cashing under the welfare
Biggest duty push
He haw hackers purse strings 
And dockers
Superfly newspapers
Wrapped around certificates like...

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We do not see Jesus on a float,
in the big Thanksgiving Day parade.
Nor in a shopping mall handing out,
cheap Toys that child laborers have made.

You don’t see giant Jesus blow ups,
bobbing around out on people’s...

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FATE?
Some say that retribution's fine, 
high intervention seems divine. 
The spark of lightning's suffered break, 
no satisfaction do I take, 
coincidence doth make this rhyme. 
by vk4pr Don

Or how a knockers early 1990 8088, 10...

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The Life of Sex. 

We do live in a sex obsessed world, if we see 
two men in an animated discussion we assume 
they must be gays, or if women, lesbians.  
In the old...

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I can no longer hold my tongue
 
I’ve got my knockers and my mockers
Oh, and I can’t forget the blockers
 
So you badmouth me on FB behind my back
Let rip with your vitriol and go...

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You called me a smartass, and this I must confess,
                  it’s better than that other part it seems...

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KNOCKER.B

Yes here we are in the great south land,   (Australia)
right amongst the knockers be.
Don't stick your nose up or be grand,
they'll stomp yer like a flea.
In the land of knockers they take joy,
the...

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Coffin dodgers and nursing home lodgers,
wrinklies, pensioners and plain old codgers.
A drain on society, archaic models of piety,
bed blockers, youth knockers, paragons of sobriety.

But is all that we see, all that it seems,
the elderly, like...

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NONFIGURATIVELY ME

the day of the post mortem
trying to piece you together
a deckle-edged tumour slid 
into the picture…sad small
maple black coffin of
terror

roulette wheels babe-- able
to pull my own spills on
anything -- a hotel
lobby then corridors 
collective...

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Lady Godiva wasn't trying to be cute
When she went for that ride in her birthday suit.
It was her husband's taxes she protested,
All butt naked and bare-breasted,
She only did as he'd suggested, so any argument was...

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Horn Hiaku Triplet of Downton Abbey

Between you and me
Her knockers could hardly see
What a way to be.

She seemed to extreme
With no features that redeem
Part of a bad dream.

Bra was twenty-two
And more pounds lost quite a...

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