Long Publicize Poems

Please help yarn hexed door neighbor...

Yours truly pinned down by invisible 
vestiges of coronavirus and
getting attacked from angry plague 
of buttons, plus huge spools of yarn
grossly mistook me for human sock 
to seal and line...

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Overrun by stuffed subdued teddy bears...

of diverse and sundry sizes engaged 
in woebegone wild rumpus
as a last hoorah 
for diversity, equity and inclusion,
whose somber bowed heads
(hide their snickers
just a kiss away)
their backsides mimicked 
tufted heavenly...

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Wergle Flomp Good Humor 2023

The following constitutes a rather 
twisted as a pretzel SUBTITLE:

I dash with my jiggling boobs in an attempt to escape... 
being overrun by teddy bears and beanie babies
while carrying out heavy...

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A (growing) menagerie of stuffed animals And Beanie Babies

The following doth constitute
combination of fact and fiction
unfortunately not sentences
referencing overactive spousal glute
though sphincter roaring
could muscle us into ample loot
(after wife explodes open bank vault)
versus ass spire...

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My Worth?

Am I not worth it to you?
The care? The focus? The understanding?
I long to love you, but do you long to love me? 
Do you long to be with me? 
Or maybe I'm just...

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I will commit suicide

I will commit suicide
I can’t live
Someone wants kill me
I don’t need this life
English psychology…
English psychology…
Destroyed my life

Why?
I don’t know
Am I a human? Or an animal?
Hmm. I am suffering.
A lot, a lot of...

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Adulterous besieging capstone damnation
exploitation foists groping, heaving
insidiously jerking
knowingly lunges
machinations notoriously nymphomaniacal 
officiating penile quests
rapaciously, sadistically 
tenaciously, unstoppably 
vasocongested wickedness 
Xerses yawped zeolously.
*************************** 
All throughout history of  man/woman kind
ascendent civilizations extensively gouged, 
impailed, kindled, murderous...

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my world of tidal waves and sinking cities has not surprised me
of falling towers and other such horrors
its like ive accidentally seen them coming
and now I hate this world thinking I'm some sort of god
stuck...

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He sits and mourns and weeps within the Willow trees.  A sodden forlorn form, 
alone in his own company.  bemoaning fate as destiny's joke.  While keeping in his 
cups.  An addled...

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He dreamt of car races and our sunny California beaches.
Of tanned women playing volleyball. Yes, all were within his vibrant reach.
Porsche-mania, though was his all.
Some talk endlessly of dreams coming true, but Bruce, followed them. He
packed...

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‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
...

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Past psychological development
describes zigzagging mama's yoyo
casually, aye publicize, (asper
mein kampf) personal woe

unpleasant memories indelibly
etched, jagged, scar outlined like ticktacktoe
solitary games invariable resultant
draw between every “x” and each "o"

metaphorical of course for this poetic,
formerly non opportunistic
generic...

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twas the bright idea of zee missus aye air
and dedicate this poem
(yes tis correct, if you bare
lee remember this mister

did formerly she push duck clear
addressed said spouse
"my little buttock blaster" en dear
ment - for obvious...

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I have never came out of the closet about my passion for poetry
People consider it a waste of time and a step backward to failure 
that cannot bring in a steady income and cannot make...

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*Image of Me Flirting by Gfycat.
Tatiana Needed Support To Come Out

Lil' Tatiana her stomach like butterflies,
Could not speak in public, had doctor analyze,
Prescribed taking lessons and try to improvise,
Instead, the butterflies started to colonize.

Insecticides were...

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Pain is weakness....Leaving the body.
And this is what I've been taught.
forget everything that you thought when it comes to this emotion.
tho pain hurts, know that it is the inevitable, tho suffering itself, is truly optional.
As...

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La Cavalera Catrina 1910-1930:
An etching by cartoonist and lithographer, José Guadalupe Posada
Of a Garbancera, elegant skull, an upper-class woman of the Porfiriata
Has become a character icon of the Mexican “Día de Los Muertos”
A celebration of...

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Timidity



Hurl me stones as much as you like
To shear my skin from bone
Bereaving me, you can boast of your custom
Your end is just,
Theirs to make me silent
But millions to millions crawls,
Same way every day and...

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You are the conqueror, you always conquer
on your fingernail seats the victory home
in your head dwells all tactics
for halting
for bending 
for cutting 
for slaying the truthful mouth
yes, with lies the power
you can do
you can undo
a...

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I accidentally let one loose
A ripe for roasting, fattened goose!
The ganders in Orwellian mode
Honked out the news in gaggled code.

Rash Farmer Giles, blood red with rage
Would not be easy to assuage
And goslings flapped their wings...

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Power and Form

Are the two elements of a human life
Our words are sweet and sometimes sour 
However it’s a deadly trace throughout the human race
We say yes too often to satisfy our so-called rational minds
...

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We must never of each other forget.
       Remember that, or buid a world of regret.

       Each man or woman is your sister or...

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__Attestation to our sweet dreams__

We can’t beef
We’re far from it
We can’t leave
We’re richer than that

We can apologize
When we’re wrong
We can publicize
When we’re strong

We’re not mad
We’re conscious of time
And so we’ll be heard
At exactly the time

We...

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Oh Lord I hear the words inside my brain.
The pounding, pounding, pounding won’t abstain,
this favor that you granted unto me
in meter, rhyme and endless poetry. 

I can not comprehend why you chose me
to publicize your...

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Men have begun to predict
That I shall self contradict,
Next, in church my interdict,
To be not saved by Edict:
My Governor  Soldier friend’s,
Both of us Christ’s truest fiends…
 
Still say I: Contraception, 
A clear wished interception
Of...

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