Long Punning Poems

I Have Labored Sore
anonymous medieval lyric (circa the fifteenth century)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I have labored sore / and suffered death, 
so now I rest / and catch my breath.
But I shall come /...

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Highlight of Goofus and Gallant 
bred within the survival instinct 
of hungry hordes of prey, 
when Earth in the balance 
against an uncomfortable truth 
smug smurf like scavengers. 

     Punishment meted...

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The search for love is never black or white.
I'm just looking for a pretty young thing.
It's human nature to desire what is right.
Forget Billie Jean, girl was just a fling.

I'm just looking for a pretty...

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Think twice this world can be such a wicked place my sweet child.
It's all coming back to me now, the memories we shared.
Goodbyes the saddest word, be careful in a world so wild.
You used to...

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Sun is shining as I sing my redemption song.
Hey lady, no woman no cry, lets spread one love.
Jammin', spreading positive vibrations so strong,
like three little birds easy skanking with a dove.

Hey lady, no woman no...

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A Coffee Merchant was the first man to find,
The corpse as he started off on his daily grind!
What he saw filtered through, so he had grounds
To send for the Police, to investigate what he'd found!

He’d...

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Remember what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Don't stop believing in the strength that lies inside,
get up, stand up until you can stand no longer.
You gotta be strong against the fools who misguide.

Don't stop believing...

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My heart is breaking, but the show must go on.
Too much love will kill you, if you try too hard.
Love of my life, don't leave me; where have you gone?
You're my best friend, but you...

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When I was a lad and somewhat brash
I often read the poems of Ogden Nash,
whose humourous rhymes on many themes,
was motivation for my own poetic dreams.

Later when I took to reading Edgar Allen Poe,
more of...

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Layla, you look so wonderful tonight.
Beautiful eyes like diamonds made from rain.
After midnight lets dance in the moonlight.
I'm your forever man, king of the swain.

Beautiful eyes like diamonds made from rain.
Before you accuse me, I...

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Wandering hand in hand along fields of gold,
jealous sun shines upon this summertime love.
Night-bird, song-bird have a story to be told.
I need your love so bad, like a lonesome dove.

Jealous sun shines upon this summertime...

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Soul of skeptic writhes with agonizing torture (like a burning man) in Dante's Inferno

Self immolation as sacrificial bleating lamb
promises eternal martyrdom
awaiting voluntary die hard protester,
where countless vestal virgins provide blissfulness
(think Playboy mansion on steroids)
synonymous with...

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Before golden opportunity
(goes no argh hue mint 
the way of Long John Silver)
doth fade and dwindle
not necessarily cuz the missus
did (NOT) bribe and swindle
an ambition (for nor rhyme nor reason)
arose to kindle...

Affectionate communication
employing (figurative) gambol
probably...

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Got Any Ideas For A Poem?

Ha! That catch phrase
     (kid ding lee writ)
     hoop fully goat yar attention
truth be told, (no...no...
     no...not by...

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This pen now wants some rest,
this mind is now tired a lot,
like a mute bird in its nest
no more song now,no more thoughts.

This mind is now tired a lot,
though the moon is in the sky
no...

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by Michaelw1two

 The bard, the muse, the low versifier,
 each the times bemoan;
 stressed by compassion's grasp,
 ingrained word sown life disowns;
 individualist rare, previews minds mood,
 frigid wills he does discern;
 insurrection, a thought...

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What is that which is always becoming and never is?
This image we call Time.
What are those which are always becoming and never are?
This image we call Men
And to the voice which they heard coming from...

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Not very humble but I dare say out loud - 
There is something about me of which I’m proud. 

That’s not what I asked for, much less than I sought - 
Iron clad patience I...

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Loose in the hopes of dread...
Oh, my own lover!
He was such a bold flirt;
with his love unclaimed,
he could recite George Boole
he was one of the old Cool.
He never reached his goal.
so with my bling and...

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