Long Ron Poems

Translation with commentary of an archetypal Wild West Classic : " Summer Wine "

(I'd wage my bottom diamond dime future generations will re-discover and treasure this true American classic like only a few others of...

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CHALLENGE TITLE POETRY CONTEST FOR AUGUST ON POEMHUNTER.COM! 

'WHY DO TURTLES CROSS THE ROAD? '


OK FOLKS! Please choose your favorite poem from those entered here and remember too to give your reasons for your choice....

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I'm very lucky...writing poetry soothes my soul -


Rhonda was the only child of Ron and Debby Baker. 
Debby was a widow.  It was 1952…
And having been away from ‘41 to ‘43 -
fighting on the...

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All the guys and gals that I had graduated with, from Jimmy Dorsey High School, back in 1935,
Half a century later were dispersing all around us, surprising me with whom among my class was still...

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These Limericks were written by many different PS poets who are all remaining anonymous.  If you would like to add one of your own and remain anonymous send it to my soup mail. Enjoy!

Roses...

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LIPOMA
There did they go into the cyberspace
where none but the great of heart
have ever gone before
and they did find great pleasure unto the night
for it was a time of love and understanding
and she did say...

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Words of a mother melting your spirit despite it being cold. Her loving you no matter what chasing that heart of gold. 
         "You don't need to...

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III.
Then he did say; 
"And all of the power
of all of the prayers
of all of the dreams
of all of the people
who suffered and died that forgotten day,
are now contained in the very sword you carry
at...

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I blame me brother for the likes of this predicament,
when we pub crawled up to Bunyip, and where our night was spent.
Thank God I wasn’t in the driver’s seat, ‘cause we wouldn’t be alive, 
but...

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MURI A KAPAGODAS

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Magodas ako Gadong,
a igagador ko Alam,
na Sagayanan onSnang,
ko Gapa a Simalawn,
a Dayamonthaya ragat,
ko alabat sa Slangan,
a inikarantangadat,
na Piyaladkho Marinaw,
so inambar o Pakato,
sa bapya pha-paroman,
ka oba mBolanaw Mobar,
na Kabayomboran Maog ,
So Lombay a Mitatandp…
ll
Sarmpangn...

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The Serb Dog by Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
     There was a bunch of soldiers standing around watching
a house burn and somebody said "Was that somebody screaming,
did you hear somebody scream?"...

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The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence Chapter L.A.

I like to think of [the habit] as a bonfire or a lighthouse, so that light can shine out into places where there are no resources and there isn’t...

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THE DEATH OF TUTANKHAMEN

                 I.

The king is dead--and layed within his place,
  and night has fallen as it...

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THE DEATH OF TUTANKHAMEN

                 I.

The king is dead--and layed within his place,
  and night has fallen as it...

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POTD 13 March 2019

Welcome! - We are excited to release our very first Visual Video Poem. 

(I trust you will enjoy the complete production effects and the superb narration by Dorsey Jackson (Deeja) on the...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE AND  THE 
WEREWOLVES OF SLOVENIA

While walking on a path sublime
accustomed to at times, when I'm
just going neither here nor there--
   but all content to only passing time;

from my Chateaux not...

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If you don't love dogs, you probably won't like this poem...my wife and I DO!


Can’t believe I used to think - when I was very young - that dogs made poorer pets than cats and...

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Every year our community gets together at the annual church fair. This year they have changed the format with some new events and dropping some of the old events that appeared a little dangerous. How...

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Jessica Casey the punters dream- Sequel to Shy Julie 

They came from near - they came from far
Bus ferry and train and some by car
THE GOLDEN EGG GRAND FINAL
One greyhound in mind
Jessica Casey -The Select...

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"Monsieur L'Vampyre Meets the Werewolf"
While walking on the path sublime
accustomed to at times, when I'm
just going neither here nor there--
   but be content to only passing time;
from my Chateau near Poitiers,
I happened to...

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THE LAST BOOK OF REBECCA
There did come out from the land of in between,
where no mind has ever been before,
the spirit of the space,
and it did say unto Rebecca
I have come to give you love...

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"The Euthanating Of A Shrew"
How cowardly he hid within the heated night
just brooding up all manner of his dark delight;
all sorcerous they be,
and evil if you see
beyond his explanation of his sordid blight!

Incouthenated, he did...

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MEGANS HIT - the Baseball Sonnet
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"

I was...

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I ask myself a rhetorical question regarding...
the durability, longevity, and tenacity of Homo sapiens,
after screaming headlines report one after another atrocity.

How did the human species manage to survive
with many means
of self destruction at their disposal?

Atomic...

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MEGANS HIT
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"

I was the last to bat--in...

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