Long Oceanographic Poems

Kindly stick to digging pineapples in the future as magic dust particles can really only spring up in defense patterns. And is it really wise to deal cards in a high tide. Deliver not an...

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Taming a tropical topical tree? Taking a trunk? Telling a tailor? Traversing a tale? Many ideas. Much like the ideological dramas of a beach front. Wavelength of winds. Movements if the tides. Coconuts can jump...

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A baby gorilla's bedtime is a harmonic period when the bananas line up with little leaf rattles to softly croon to slumber the furry ball. Priceless is the process of pacification and pacifications are not...

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A spider in a clock makes the hands sing. "clock right you can nearly sing it la la la". Whilst ignoring pan handles whilst sweeping the floor is not very wise. Pan handles can and...

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Vane glorious and absolutistic,
     though I defiantly,
     cavalierly, and blithely attest
Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy
     mine acidic breast

houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic,
 ...

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4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip...

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4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip...

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Rats! Mine Poetic Submissions Once Again Deemed Floccinaucinihilipilification
/?fläks??nôs??ni?hil??pil?fi'kaSH?n/
(floc·ci·nau·ci·ni·hil·i·pil·i·fi·ca·tion)

Countless declined submissions of mine,
tipping scales massive
Earth Atlas shrugged,
(he nonchalantly shouldered
1.317 × 10^25 lbs)

sends storied ambition plummeting
millstone yoked neck analogous
to bajillion pound weight
thus yours truly
doth modify expectations

absolute zero...

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(Land that doth marry mother lode 
of sublime earthen land and sea).
 
Age of exploration 
   ushered cruel fate 
   against “red” men living 
   in bliss by agents

...

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Zone A is a flightless bee turning a corner on a wheel. A glowing wheel. Wow such atomic prowess of stripes. But entering under the ocean and travelling at speed is a submerged undetected mobile...

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Oh on onlookers oversized overridden octagonal oceanographic organised octaves

A shrouded sinister sparkle said hello to a dish cloth today. But the array of plates, pans and cutlery shouted in protest for they required much manual...

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Mingling multiplying minnows marvel masterfully and jaded hooded jalapenos race to the scene. For a pretty fortress is unveiled to a mass highway injection. In a timed spring curve heap hats. In a basting tree...

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Do not sink the eastern ship when the western ship is spinning. Spanning the globe is never good in fist gloves. If one has no conception of seasons in a new place then surely it...

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A bibliographic oceanographic espionage is merely a tidal titan in a mesmerising swimsuit sipping tequila sunrise on a pool side sun lounger on a large eighty foot yacht. Tactless men who smear defecation in print...

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I am captivated by the ever-rushing tide
Small, distant tsunamis raping the beach,
Granting the tiny sand crabs a free ride
From way beyond the frothing surf’s reach
Causing the terns to flutter and screech.

They tell me it ebbs...

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If fifteen pigeons circle a chimney it is no time to light fires. It would be very very dangerous indeed. Feather fires flake flames finale. And a sweep of soot is not an avenue of...

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If fifteen pigeons circle a chimney it is no time to light fires. It would be very very dangerous indeed. Feather fires flake flames finale. And a sweep of soot is not an avenue of...

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