Long Play second fiddle Poems

I once knew a teacher who occasionally used the word ‘fiddle'.  If perhaps he deemed something untrue or irrelevant; or if annoyed by students or otherwise disagreeable, he would simply say, “fiddlesticks”.

In the instrumental...

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Here’s a starry poem one might call ekphrastic
about an exploding fireball fantastic
from a ‘nova’, imaged with time-lapse clarity,
all the more remarkable for the rarity
of tracking its expansion– which researchers say
engulfs a place in outer space...

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~Heart opens, Legs close~

If only 'lover' of nowadays could actualize 
What real love is and not that type they play second fiddle to.
If they could stand on their toes to solve relationship puzzles
By being rational...

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EVERYONE KNOWS

Everybody knew that the earth was flat
There were lots of bumps so not flat as all that
Though ships seemed to sink out of sight in the distance
They would come back with reassuring persistence
But everyone...

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I smoked a cigarrette today!

 I sat all by myself nd thot abt hw we cud ever be..
 You see- 
 I was intoxicated by the words u fed me- 
 U got me high...

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Written By:  D. Collins 11/2/20


I don't want you anymore.  I can't touch you anymore.
You're not my Goddess anymore, and so far from pure.
You are different and dirty, not like I used to know.
The...

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Figuratively Speaking... a compendium

I’m having slugs for dinner
Twelve dozen on toast
Some people turn their nose up
Apparently that’s gross

I’m joining metal plates
Using heat to make them meld
I haven’t got it finished yet
It’s not the end of...

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Trump's Voice and Its Tone

Do you think this is what Paul Ryan is saying?

Could tell By Trump's loud voice and tone
Sure wish that he would leave us alone
As usual he is mad at someone again
Friendship...

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I put my faith in what I can't see
Because I want to be all that I can be
Yet the pain I feel is truly real
And I just want to know the deal
I've done all that...

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A Second to Work

With a hand that ostensibly 
Caresses a fingerboard and bow gently,

Yet really holds with force,
Holds with vim and plays with vigor
The strings stretch and impart their somber discordance,
Turns out Wagner tunes into...

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When I’m in the middle
Of fixing a decent meal
I can’t be made to piddle
I usually have things to peal

When I’m in the middle
Of getting ready for work
I try not to let myself dwindle
On whatever might...

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You were the runt of the litter 
Both sweet and bitter
With pretty blonde hair 
Without a care
Yet painfully aware 

That being born in the middle 
Was to play second fiddle 
Neither the older or the...

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The shadows playing with the silvery beams,
In devils' imagination her dreams,
Lifted veils and her heart aches for a kiss,
Demon's bride besieged in her nuptial bliss.

Heavy black and heavenly lace to wear,
Taken crudely by the predator,
Cringes...

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