Long Linton Poems

Linton Bosick rode, on the look-out for strays,
in the year eighteen hundred ninety-eight,
he had a job in fair Santa Monica
working the ranch of Big Eldon McCray.

He made his way above a dry ravine
that rambled straight...

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When you clean houses you get to see the strangest ornaments,
Some collections are a defence and a wall of armaments,
Others represent a lifetime of memories and recollections,
A wonderful improvement on memory’s imperfections.
Perhaps the strangest objects...

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When you clean houses you get to see the strangest ornaments,
Some collections are a defence and a wall of armaments,
Others represent a lifetime of memories and recollections,
A wonderful improvement on memory’s imperfections.
Perhaps the strangest objects...

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When you clean houses you get to see the strangest ornaments,
Some collections are a defense and a wall of armaments,
Others represent a lifetime of memories and recollections,
A wonderful improvement on memory’s imperfections.
Perhaps the strangest objects...

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He tipped his hat and he said to her:
“Ma’am, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Can you kindly tell me why those whores are out,
has no one taught those girls a lick of sense?”

She chuckled softly,...

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jealously he sat watching
thinking, believing,
 and knowing
he could sing it better.
he heard the intro's
 and took que along with
the vocalist , background 
singers, and the orchestra
from the audience he
 watched jealously waiting until
the orchestra instructed...

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if only certain areas could talk,
you'd get some war stories from old york,
i live surrounded by old air fields and bases,
thousands of ghost,so many faces.
hitler decided he'd try to rule all,
poland among others had to...

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For nine months, have curled inside 
Shall be out kicking, effort more than a glide
Will be slapped to life by Existence outside 
Cry shall launch me on life’s earthly ride 

Till this stage, sure there...

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The houses were gone, no roads made of stone,
just the familiar dry, adobe scene,
Linton shook his head,”I gotta get home,
don’t care if it’s barley past three!”

He reached his cottage, his mind pondering,
found his wife inside...

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THE GENESIS OF GENIUS

Someone's in the room drinking stale beer and smoking menthol cigarettes
someone's in the parlor playing poker while making foolish bets
someone's having her seventh baby this earth needs like it needs more pollution
and...

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Pro Wrestling Tagboard

Main Event Programming

World Champions
Linton " The Heckler " Crampton
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Mere bits these bullets, so cold and gray
poison piercing's which the jaded heart conceals,
in the heady light of day good men reel
recalling these morbid missiles played.

Blood which hotly runs leads weaklings astray
bringing uncalled for blackness...

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Daddy, mommy, why are you laying me down on the grave?
I was dreaming before that you’ll be putting me in my cozy crib.

Are you so remorseful and that's the reason you are crying?
I’m only five...

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-------------------------------------------(note:Re-titled *surprisingly due to lack of reads:(

I officially subscribe to your ingenious wordplay melee today. 
Enhancing waves in brains tomorrow, eliminating sorrow this way. 

The hot fire you've prescribed heals my painful condition.
Inspiring me with...

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Here’s to Margaret - the Linton lassie.
She hails from the lovely land down under.
She’s a sweetie, and I bet she’s classy,
since she pens her poems like a wonder.

I met awesome poets when I came here,
but...

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