Long Potbellied Poems

A game of musical chairs has just begun in earnest. A pot and kettle band arrives 
through the dining rooms’ French doors following the Valentine Queen. A putrid pink 
flamingo with a croquet ball stuck...

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In the year, nineteen an’ thirty-nine, 
in a small town that seemed not to care,
a little girl tried her very best
to dress well, and groom her dark hair.
She’d fight for her life—whatever it took,
an’ survive...

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The Union Pacific steamer billowed clouds of smoke as down the rails it raced!
Young soldiers aboard the crowded train contemplated the dire fates they faced.
Melancholy thoughts of hearth and home this Christmas Day were hard...

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And no, sir, don’t you point that thing at me
You’re talking to no fool, might I tell you
I’ve been taught better, learned better
So may you know that I won’t be taken as few.

Sometimes I’d like...

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She removes her hands from her face
to reveal harlequin  tears
strolling down salt colored cheeks
that glare with a thin layer of blush.
Green eyes gloss over
and pour out in public.

Her boyfriend carries on.
He laughs and he...

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Look around you
The baggages of corruption constantly cling to the backs of your potbellied leaders like a mosquito sting that intoxicates you with plasmodium (malaria)!
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WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
Where are you going? You ask the politician.
The politician answers:
-To cheat and steal.
-Where are you going? a sinful woman asks the priest.
The priest answers:
-You haven't given me the meat yet
And you already...

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Sleigh bells jingle as o'er the snow they glide,
To the little country church this Christmas Eventide.
Folks anticipate the fellowship that awaits them there,
As they celebrate His Birth with carols, love and prayer.

Steeds were eased to...

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Sleigh bells jingle as o'er the crystal snow they glide,
To the little country church this Christmas Eventide.
Folks anticipate the fellowship that awaits them there,
As they celebrate His birth with carols, love and prayer!

Steeds were eased...

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The rangy longhorns were rounded up and tended to.
Over the Colorado plains a fearsome blizzard blew!
'Twas Christmas Day!  The cowpokes paid no mind to the storm,
As they huddled 'round the potbellied stove all snug...

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My town nicknamed, ‘Mini Dubai’, burgeoned and branched
on the bank of Kanoli canal like a tamarind seed.

Now the silvered canal sprawls on its death bed.

Busy pedestrians walk down 
an ancient bridge built by the British.
As...

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Once there was a Sultan,
Known for his able body of vazirs.
Any problem, the vazirs were ready with solutions.
Now, there was the problem of malnutrition:
The whole sultanate seemed to suffer.
A vazir suggested doubling the quantity of...

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"Nice to see you again", said
Mosquito to the Blue-bottled Fly
"I see you are well-fed"
"Thank you", replied the latter. "I
Returned recently from a big meeting"
" What meeting? The CONFAB?"
"Yes. What a bout of feasting!
There was so...

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In a log cabin out in the Wild West
Many tumultuous years ago
A family cuddled and found sweet rest
By their potbellied wood-burning stove

A tall candle burned bright in the window
The harsh, cold wind beat upon the...

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The wood is too seasoned, the grain hoary.
the moppet has grown insane,
its wood now riddled with timeless lies.
A cat in a dark corner will not look at it.
Mice cower under its grim shadow.

In a twilit...

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A mackerel sky fillets a fish scaled village,
an ear clapping, full sailed, fog
moors itself to the rooftops,
then hides all in a breezeless blear.

Rheumy eyes peep out from nets,
damp noses sniff abaft trawling drapes.
Cloth in hand,...

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Outside, Lucifur the cat curls up under the heat lamp and sleeps 

until you can feel hot bones through fur and skin. She's a heat-

seeking missle, as much as Jennifer is forever flashing too hot....

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Trusting almost got me killed,
Love hurts more than I can imagine,
And being real still got me hated.

The street has never been rosy,
The potbellied men got money for election malpractices
But can't feed the poor masses.

Today they...

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The wood is too seasoned,
the grain grown hoary.
A cat dozes in a corner of darkness,
it will not look at the puppet.

In a twilit kitchen
an old man grumbles.
His joints are dry, they creak
as he gums a...

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