Long Ribald Poems

The emotional, mental and spiritual fallout courtesy Colt Gray

Apalachee High School,
located in Winder, Georgia
witnessed an active shooter,
whereby the alleged lone gunman
(actually just a teenager of fourteen years)
killed four people and injured nine more
the latter hospitalized with...

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Limericks VII - Naughty, Bawdy, Risque, Absurd

There continue to be modern sequels of the famous "Nantucket" limericks, including this bawdy one of mine:

There was a lewd whore from Nantucket
who intended to pee in a bucket;
but...

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Lament for the Makaris ("Lament for the Makers/Poets")
by William Dunbar [c. 1460-1530]
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
 
i who enjoyed good health and gladness
am overwhelmed now by life’s terrible sickness
and enfeebled with infirmity ...
how the...

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Argh daylight savings time ends – 2:00 AM November 6th 2022

Hour hands of o'clock get set back 
sixty minutes gaining extra hour of Autumn
round about this same day of November 
every year, what a bum
er,...

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Daylight Savings Time Ends – November 5th 2023 means...

discombobulated, harried, and lobotomized
state of body, mind, and spirit triage.

Onset of dark shadows signalling edge of night
occurs earlier as the world turns  
beckoning, hinting, robbing passage...

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Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 13th, 2022

Once again, yours truly
dishes out his regular dose
of literary gobbledygook
even Count Dracula
would not even bat an eye
nor give me his evil curse,
butta I avoid tempting him 
courtesy fanged...

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Doubting Thomas luxuriates under Dylanesque milkweed

made fibrous threads...constituting heavy blanket
(crocheted by the missus)
on a cool Autumn like morning...

to stave off experiencing getting
chilblains, goosebumps,
or subjected to the blast of cold air
wafting thru the opened bedroom window
on...

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Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 14th, 2021

Once again, yours truly
dishes out his regular dose
of literary gobbledygook
even Count Dracula
would not even bat an eye
nor give me his evil,
(albeit harmless) look
regarding feeble effort I undertook.

Don't forget...

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Daylight Savings Time – March 13th,   2022

A long time graduate courtesy 
Hard Knocks alum,
once again yours truly 
posts reasonable rhyme 
about shortest day of the year.

Two o'clock Ante Meridiem 
nostri Jesu Christi 
hour...

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Argh... the bane of daylight savings time – November 3rd 2024

Hour hands clock back
sixty minutes of Autumn
round about same of month
every year, what a bummer,
an inconvenient truth
diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating
hold over yesteryear doth drum
sensation...

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Daylight Savings Time – March 8th,   2020

Two o'clock anno Domini nostri Jesu Christi 
hour hand clock sprung forward sixty minutes 
round about same of month every year, what a bum
er, an inconvenient truth...

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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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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXVII

IF ever I had a country proud of its wall-less porous boundary

And if ever by no mistake of the Supreme High Command of the International Militaro-Business Conspiracy I...

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Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn
Round about this same of month every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over 
   sans yesteryear doth...

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The ammunition greased casings pepper skull and cross lovely bones, 
   lightening speedily deals mortal blow persons unaware,
   the final minutes/seconds of lives leased
shorn of existence, and akin to sheared sheep,...

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Inside a boisterous tavern,
a-light with drunken gaiety
of spilled ribald laughter,
he quietly sits alone ...
gently cradling his mead darkly
Brooding thoughts of past paid coverings
buzzes inside his head
Talking flies having the faces of the dead
“Have mercy, please”
This...

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4am sunday morning they broke into song
unable to contain their smiles
they cast aside the spent wine
and took their ribald song to the streets
with a fanfare of sound and light
like jesters of old
they painted smiles on...

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" Northern Sea "

Sailors a'sea in latitudes north~
Aloft do look with eyes whet keen~
Naught but desire to sight back or forth~
Such that might through darkest night be seen~

So it may be as winds thus prevail~
Above...

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Normally, I'd not "Dare" choose just one poet 
to honor.  This time I have, hoping I don't blow it.
I've chosen to break my "Silence" in "Gratitude" 
for "Captain Tom," a man who has a...

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Sometimes in churlish chains
Fed up with ribald refrains
On my mind inflicting pains and strains

In the morning, afternoon and night
When from life I gain no delight
Sinking into sorrows on the flight

From illusion
Conflated with delusion
Carved from collusion

Between...

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In the words of the great Bard, "Alas".
But enough of Shakespeare my friends.
For it has come to pass
That half a century and yet five more
Years that is, not my cricket score.
Have gone beneath the bridge...

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Keep life simple and supple
When aside from your dimples you brush conundrum
For joys to triple or quadruple
To the beat at the feet of laughter’s drum

Whose percussion glorifies and ratifies
Happiness in all her splendor and majesty
As...

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I saw evil last night,
evil in the form of a sweet fleshed beauty,
evil in the form of sparkling eyes,
with the fork of serpent’s tongue.

I saw evil, perhaps, not in its entirety;
as with goodness, evil is...

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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,
But Whiskey makes you frisky.
Clerihews and epigrams are fine but
Do not tell these to one lost in love
Except when you mean to cheer up one
Fevered with temporary  amourous setbacks.
Gift...

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"There are fairies at the bottom of my garden"...from a song by Noel Coward.


In gardens, glens, and forest glades
That oft great banquet halls resemble,
On a summer's night,
If the moon is bright,
One might see fairy folk...

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