Long Postulating Poems

If you would like to have your limerick(s) posted, soup mail them to me.

Ms. Rude is still writing her snide remarks
She sounds like a mad dog who barks and barks
Geeze, lady, give it a rest
Your...

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Norwegian bachelor farmer days I never lived

Woebegone and egg foo young on you
meaning me of course
sidestepping a crucial positive
electric kool aid battery acid test
prior to pledging troth,
and tying Gordian knot
to strangulation point,
never fending for myself,
nor...

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She passed many things, daily
As records played in the background
Don't go near, stay away, don't touch
Til she drove herself to the only place SHE could be 

.................................FOUND

Monotony has a rhythm of its own
Familiar carries a...

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There is no part of life mine alone,
If regarding my whole existence.      
What belongs to me is only flesh and bone,
Therefrom this life has subsistence.

Down on the farm I was...

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Aesthetic things bestow us lasting satiety.
as time oozes, its beauty only widens
dwindling in a jolt, yet prevailing to arise
a calm haven for us to unwind our soul
the sheen of opalescence is a dream.

I adore you...

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Despite cosmetic surgery to stave
inevitable demise cheating grim reaper
indefatigable measures undertaken
buzzfeeding mortal legacy bajillion
dollar industry remaining eternally

youthful cold comfort knowing eventual
degradation conquers biological aging,
yet open casket bestows approving
nods upon aesthetic corpse denouncing
any telltale evidence rigor...

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If true, as anthropologists report,
hide-and-seek entertains children of all languages
and cultural sport
throughout all humanity's extended family history

Might hiding-seeking 
ubiquitously regenerate among children
as among haunted-hunting adults?

Gathering food to hide from hunger,
daily plowing for payroll plunder,
postulating procreation,
BusinessAsUsual...

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Words are far from true.
They disguise.
Wise stain eyes until real is all you need, free from salty cries.

This language spoken, only speed bumps the weak for weeks.
Years multiply by division of fear postulating theorems we...

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When imbalance of life churns hapless poignancy
And the zephyr of inequities breezes melancholy
Dissonance reverberates echoing pathos of grief
Seeking exaltation within metaphysical profundity
As hushed posture conjures up humbling catharsis,
Leaning in quietude, questing paranormal vitality,
Liberating from bounds...

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On Consideration of Tyranny

Postulating on the human condition with due irreverence
In incongruous arguments clawing at the conscience
Endless are the vacuous tools used at will
Of words like dirges slipping from the tongue 
Tyrants on their serpent’s...

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Hallelujah, born again

chapels scheming, mankind reeling

 in holy water's baptism of wizardly elixir

  postulating an all consuming reverence,  

rejuvenated myths of deiform fears

 as reinvented nature flows in

    lickety split's...

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Would you dance
 if the music played long and loud enough?

Take my hand and spin round the floor
 looking back at life experiences excited and bored,
short, happy, sad and all too brief,
 time steals away...

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there's a certain kind of rhythymic beat
that can thunder in one's ears
As sunlight slips so silky warm 
through  freshly  opened leaves
It's tragical and magical 
as it causes tapping feet

One wonders how on nature's...

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She awakes each day to it.
She ate it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
She bathed in it.
She let it wrap it's postulating arms around her.
She made love to it.
She lovingly cursed it, and then realized it's...

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MY LIFE IN VERBS
by
 JOHN M. ARRIBAS





Nothing, Something Treading, Swimming, Navigating,  Vibrating, Penetrating, Dividing, Multiplying, Forming, Shaping, Moving, Kicking, Exiting, Crying, Breathing, Seeing, Sleeping, Being.

Suckling, Creeping, Crawling, Walking, Talking, Running, Growing, Playing, Adjusting, Adapting,...

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 * I'm trying out Halloween 'Harley Quinn' looks *

If light is the fastest thing in the universe,
why is darkness already there when light arrives?

After watching Harry and Megan Sussex grub for ever more cash...

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Within a whirlwind of change
The mouth of modernity passes
And we casually cast images
Of past protruding post-hate
We find ourselves fiddling
With harpoons to harken our
Wayward wise dominion of doubt
And plush positivity ponders
Upon the usual ubiquitous volumes
Of man...

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Swirling vistas of such sweetness found floating through the auspian air ~

Pen to pad calibre idioms beyond the verbs measuring these tidewater inkwells aside

Beauties, evergreen genetives in red, white and pinks, pronounced; Camelots dreams.... 

Testimonials...

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(My thoughts about doing the project without getting the credit)


Without grandiosely postulating
I will offer my opinion.
I don't know whom you're quoting,
I presume he's not a minion.

For he's not the one, I'm thinking
who is doing all...

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ART IS DEAD MY FRIEND
ART IS DEAD.

Whitewashed and derailed,
By modernism vacuous hand.
That scream empty metaphors.
To cash rich sympathisers

And con-ceptualists scamming our intellect,
with their o so profound egotistical postulating.
About the nature of existence,
And meaning of being.

But...

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Trump the President Acrostic
By Franklin Price
1/14/2017

The twentieth is coming soon
Reserved  inauguration day
Undeserving is the one
Most democrats still say
President, he will become then anyway

The people's vote has spoken
He's there for swearing in
Entering the top spot...

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