Long Potbelly Poems

They won’t stop
I mean my friends
May be, we won’t stop
Think that is better

But for my Gunner friend
Charming light-complexioned
Fine boy, we all know
A smooth talking orator 
An Engineer with a rare wisdom
With a posh car to...

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Just down the gravel road a piece is an old-time country store.
On its saggin' shelves are things you won't find much anymore.
Ladies in bright calico barter with Mr. Draper their eggs and butter,
As they visit...

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I'm addicted  to the sound of 
 Of silence 
Like the wind blowing on cold morning 
 Oho yes !!!
I'm addicted 
If words would define what this is  it wouldbe just  total...

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Little piggies in a hurry,
gotta run and catch that muddy dollar
As me rat race cheese-off,
peddling asphalt fumes of a 401k Harley

Punch-the-clock tired worker bees
drone alone in a homely cubicle
Fraidy kitty cats don’t snatch the keys,
‘cause...

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Potbelly was the pride of the wealthy,
the fatter they looked, the richer they were presumed;
now days the rich have found the source of energy...
by staying in shape and looking haggard.


Rampant obesity is a real problem...

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Too many witnesses, it will be a buster clutch, they’ll get mean.
Chief of police always gets his boxers in a bunch at a crime’s scene
I am a novice, and an intern. It is my first...

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Xylo, you love to eat the paper,
with your green tongue
lapping up every loose crumb
So xylophilous of you ...
The more paper you have,
the more there is to chew
Such a total loser,
with a jelly potbelly, are you
Xylo,...

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The flooding face of the sky shed tears,
Regretting the stolen souls with unfilled days.
Dire death deducts peace aside from numbers,
Filching lives, loves and joy from this place.
One has taken today, tomorrow it takes us all.
Will...

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Your bottle
of Wild Irish
Rose wine
is a potbelly pig
bleeding in the tender
over-turned dirt

gnats linger near it
like kids do a birthday cake
when it’s about to be cut

I am under a blanket
thick as the snow that was on...

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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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I wonder whether the well-known poets of yore
Read poems around a potbelly stove in a local store,
Whether they entered contests sponsored by a peer
Or discussed poetry with a friend over a cold beer?
Do you think...

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This write is for you I hope that the humor comes through...

See
Rocky
As he greets
Pot Belly Pig
Named Porky__short legs
Rocky sport show dog stance
Abnormally long legs proud
Rocky meets Porky question what
Is this animal?__Sniff butt__Hum__Sniff mouth
Sniff butt__what has...

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Hate radiates from the old man like a potbelly stove...

And he silently drives down the road...

I'm lost in my own tortures as we ride back to where I sleep...

I regretfully still love you... There are...

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