Long Pom Poems

The Spaniel

A Spaniel that uses its head 
Can tell when its owner’s unfed 
So instead of a duck
That is down on its luck 
Will deliver a pizza instead
 
The Afghan Hound

The Afghan’s a dog groomer’s...

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In a far off place in a cold cold land there lived a man called Mr. Mack. The place he lived in was called Kirkland Lake. Kirkland Lake was small as cities go, but it...

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I had no idea how long I had been in this heavenly paradise, but I had been searching for one soul for quite a while.
Searched all libraries, and there were 17,718 libraries, for us angels...

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It is time for the game 
With the team the world knows the name 
This year New York State was invited to the feast
When the Bills were chosen as the sacrifice for the statement of...

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The most awaited result got announced, but 
Internet hadn't landed the soil of my country then.
Televisions were tabled in few pocketed places,
Still they worked, minute and achromatic.

With huge audience circled, signal was word alien,
Viewers would...

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I was a successful, fashionable florist, in mild green days of elegant gardens,
When an orange sun beamed its pleasure, like locales where lavender begins.

I formed arrangements for many occasions, drawing beauty lovers from afar,
As pretty...

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The most awaited result got publicized, but
Internet hadn't landed the soil of my country.
Televisions were tabled in few pocketed places,
Still they worked, minute and achromatic.

With huge audience circling, signal was word alien,
Viewers would holler in...

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Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever (Toller)

To “toll” is to dance like a fox
Luring mallards or teals to the rocks
Where a hunter’s awaiting
What the dog has been baiting
Scaring duckies right out of their jocks

The Old English...

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{"How ones life has been going on, keep writing hard times a sentence on, you can be a light switch off/on."} - Loverboi

The suffering of today echoes a mile away, do I puzzle over faith...

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V1

Connie was a looker, forty years ago.
Connie's still a looker, she looks like cookie dough.
You'll often find sweet Connie, talking to a mirror
Sayin, "Mirror mirror on the wall, please shrink my saggy rear!"

Chorus:  

Connie,...

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Poetry IS the Mother of ALL art.
The completion and the part.
A private punchline-divine.
Be it the fruit or be it the vine.
It is The IS, sometimes the Music,
sometimes the Muse for us.
The usery that uses us.
The...

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The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze....

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Smoke ‘em if you got them.
Save the bottles for return.
That hippie needs a haircut.
What the hell’s a Lady Bird?
My Christmas tree had bubble lights, 
My watch lit up at night. 
Four-bits for my gasoline
And Cassius...

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Dawn phoned to ask me,
If I should like to write,
A poem for the Companion Club,
And I said, alright

She wanted me to call the poem Summertime,
As it was the Summer season.
Little did she know, I hate...

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Time is ticking down
I’ve got eighty yards to go
It’s the last game of the season
The fans are sitting down
Our mascot is a clown
And I don’t even know the reason

Coach signals in a play
I get flagged...

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Come 
with 
a 
smile, 
come 
with 
a 
wink
Come 
to 
the 
land 
of 
pink 
pink 
pink

Imagine 
yourself 
as 
a 
pale 
pink 
fairy
wearing 
an 
earring 
that's 
a 
pink 
clip-
on
And 
real 
pastel 
pink 
petals 
held 
in 
your 
pinkie...

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Wrapped in long white as if married to birth 
In a plastic box, with wheels on the bottom, 
There she lay, unaware of her worth 
Unaware of the sheer amount of hats she’d wear topped...

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Had a dream about doctors,
     and broken bones, and needles,
All the while listening to 
     Bob Dylan and the Beatles.
Though they never shared the stage
  ...

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pink pims and pom poms
An alabaster in a tight fitting top cannot squeeze into a convertible Mercedes Benz as fitting a box into a circle is not a pleasantry nor a pheasant flap. Peace be...

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Hope was Burrow's substance, where he poured his time, 
Pedalling steadily.
Intended path made smooth for those in legacy line.
Sliced through wiry roots, 
Watchguard Wombat dug safety spaces.

Safety albeit empty, 
claw shortening scooping to prop up...

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Poached, steamed, broiled, boiled, 
dried, fried  in soups and saucers, 
piled high,  their eyes bright, silver bodies shimmer in the harsh light of the hall.  
Fish and open mic night at Der...

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Sponsor	Nancy Jones
Contest Name	Things that suck

Lest we forget the Bad decisions …

(Myxo the rabbit steal the Bagmans Bunny),     first use of a deadly weapon
( Cane toads 4 cane beetles,)( 12 atom bombs...

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Glimpses I caught between the swishing traffic 
on that sidewalk in cold rain and colder wind 
and a cast-off Cleveland Browns windbreaker: a man 
tottering a mime of an off-center grandfather clock, 
and, oh yes,...

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Tic, tac, I’m waiting to hear
Ti, ta, my hands shake with the beat
A relapse of this self-produced Parkinson.
------I finally hear something beautiful
My toes curl up and down and dance to the music.
I float away and...

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Bated breath stills Arctic style cruelty
        Clustered lichen mapped boulders crouch 
        Exhale cackles an altitudinous eulogy 
   ...

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