Long Ragamuffin Poems

Will wonders never cease!?

Alternately titled: Last of the fluff
belonging to a Mohican
Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe.

Any resemblance between said unnamed individual
and living persons purely coincidental.

Scads of decades back in the day,
not since this sexagenarian baby boomer
happened...

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Damn bad reputation counts 500 plus paw whet tick stints

The following fictitious poetic vignette attempts a feeble tale of one ordinary day in life of anonymous miscreant.

"I don't give a damn 
about my bad reputation."

I...

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The great poets begged for muse and not for moments stolen.
We lesser mortals cup in hand beg, not for attentions’ span nor
cause to celebrate, but Time; a worthy goal.
Seconds spent pondering half-held slow bled moments
shuffling...

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part 25

there is enough pretense to deal with
when the future delivers
disappointment after disappointment
and the roles you play become stale
and you cling to the trend in the graph line
breathing without permission
and noticing that what goes in...

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A seething summer morning in the oil boom trailer park
Oral Roberts on the radio with the gospel told by Mark
The reek of raw petroleum is everywhere around
We little oil trash urchins play marbles on the...

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George Fulwider
1837-1918

My beating-heart age,
Reached the half century mark,
When I and my “better second,”
Found hopeful roots,
And an oleander trellis,
On burgeoning Philadelphia street, 
Here in this Quaker colony, 
Of a thousand trees.
Our small wooded house was, 
Most...

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Scarecrow

You'll find me 
in paddy fields and gardens;
even on front porches. 
I'm a decoy, as lonely as can be. 
I look frozen in time, 
mimicking Jesus 
crucified on the cross, 
but I swear I mean...

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Tongue twister line: 
From the rustic rover to Samuel Sanders,  they try to tickle the tongue with tricky tongue twisters. 

1. A rustic rover round the ricks ran restlessly,  and restive, he rushed...

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Standing in the school yard
Alone and all forlorn
Trousers all threadbare
Jumper all torn
Eyes wide and frightened
Hair closely shorn.

Taunted and humiliated
Nobody on his side
No one knows the secrets
He's buried deep inside
He keeps them safely hidden
If he told...

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On a rocky headland
Above the pounding sea,
Beside the road
In a gray abode
A loving mother clings to hope
While she waits and wonders endlessly.
             ...

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Penny for the guy

C’mon mister give us a penny for the guy
This little ragamuffin asked with sad eyes brimming
Need the money to buy food she said with a cry
We are poor mister tearful eyes still...

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In our father's house, you were doing fine,
but you did not want to toe the line.
Father, you said, 'give me what is mine.'
Leaving home sent a jolt of joy up your spine.

No more scenes of...

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Ragamuffin yanked the strands,
In free moves and active body acts,
Ajar and tattered,
Various colors spilled out,
He has been doing so in desperation,
Body cover was about gone,
More flesh glared out with each day,
Nobody instilled the sense to...

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To God Man is ‘Nothing’,
But I maintain ‘Also Somethiing’,
The only Nothing with His Breath,
To alternative views ‘A Real Threat’.

Man: God’s Evicted Dust,
At whom He still looked back,
Because its clothing is ‘A Must’,
To ably cover its...

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The Lord of Ragamuffins

If He were not The God of Mercy,
Where would I be right now,
If He were not The God of Love, 
What would I do?

For I bring nothing to the table,
I have nothing...

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annamerica you sweet little
thing

you lollipop lying
on the dashboard
sticky sugar melting little

love thing tacky fingered
backseat strawberry kiss
type of

chocolate in the pocket
mess type of

thing congealed lemon drops
fused type of

residue thing
stuck to carpets shoes

youth craving bees

buzz
and swarm
and suck
the...

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