Long Rounder Poems

Welcome back my weary friends
I promise you this story ends
But not before your time flies through
A tale with a horse or two...

On streets of cobblestone and gray
Where beggars sleep and orphans play
The aged, sick and...

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The Christmas when  Santa got Fat 

Kris Kringle rubbed his belly; he was feeling really hungry indeed
Mrs Claus had put him on a diet of what he felt was chicken feed
Brussel Sprouts and Lima...

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Where, oh where is Virginia Dare*,
No one can find her anywhere.
Her disappearance is the very worst,
I guess that's what comes from being the first.

*Virginia Dare was born on Aug. 18, 1587 in Roanoke Colony, Virginia,...

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The fat director in his piggy mien
 Sitting in opulent oval office,
 Wearing costly French suit
 A delicate silk bow tie,
 While the buttons are straining to keep
 The belly from bursting out,
 In performing...

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I am a girl child born in July, now 25~celebrating 
silver Jubilee year.
I am an attached & extremely empathetic soul~highly captivating with my Smile.
I am a dutiful daughter to my parents & responsible 
sister to...

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Mum said "birds of a feather flock together" 
so I searched for a man who liked similar weather 
until Dad stressed "opposites attract" 
and I tried to determine just what I lacked

"Small packages", Mum said,...

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We played together when we were babies
She sat by my side in class
Always getting me into trouble 
Because she had a giggly laugh that made me laugh.
Whenever we played hide and seek 
We were always...

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They say you start to look like your pets
But I think it is the same for humans too.
After years together your partner, starts to looks like you.
When we first wed we were tall and slim,
I...

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It is a sin
for Gregory to be a miser
even to himself
accumulating infinite fortune
with a half-bedroom to show for it

It is a sin
for miss Zane to gain special gratitude
from her male mates.
Coming late every night
with a...

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I was told in the beginning
    That a wish may not well be  unicorn
    With two winged thrust-thronged
    To soar upon the cumulus,
  And...

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JUST DUCKY, WHY?


“Oh, look, my little Johnny’s the only one in step.”
It had always seemed that way,
somehow, no matter how hard he tried
little Johnny just couldn’t seem to get it straight.

He colored outside the lines
just...

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High on a hill, deep in a sea,
where it is I fall, just bury me.
Raise no stone to mark my spot
write me a ballad so I'll not be forgot.

Say I was a scallywag.
Say I was...

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Mother to me is only a name 
someone who allows the dirty game 

Silence is golden-a mothers rule 
Then mother sends you off to school 

A mother has eyes in the back of her head...

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The Other Woman in My Life
 
There are two women in my life now; I don’t know how it happened, 

It was as though one day I awoke to notice her in my life 
They...

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Summer, 
	the Guadalupe River, 
	at least a couple of decades ago...
 	
	A bend in any river,
	no matter how slowly that river flows, 
	erodes the outside of that bend, 
	digs away at the bank, 
	separating stones...

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SUPER  HERO

          Owned non parallel competence
          with intensive intelligence
       ...

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He was grizzled, intimidating, the original Viking all in black.
We were fearful, tearful, he was frightened us. We felt lack.
Is he a Viking? A Trojan? A Greek? A devil not clearly seen?
We did not know,...

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There's a very good reason to bring me across;
It's because no one else would e'er suffer the loss
Of a worthless old vagrant and rounder as I
Who has been so long ready and eager to die.

Now,...

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Dressy reindeer was given a marvelous outfit to wear.
To show off to the rest of the herd, most amazed and aware.
She was something special, a reindeer to admire and revere.
Many of the male reindeer admired...

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The dark comes often.
The dark comes free.
It leaves behind an early morning frost.

I’m a rogue scholar and a rank philosopher,
A rounder playing drunken gypsy songs.
Got a tidy pension and a place to live.
I keep a...

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On Sunday last my troubles blew away in an E-F-5.
Good grief, Big Mean mama said, “Could you not keep my boy alive?”
I had been praying for a wonderful catastrophe like this.
For Frank G. Dell was...

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my logic is circles
fragmented thoughts become rounder
french painters judge your symbolic statement
you freely seek God
but deliver us temptation you request
interpretation is healthy, even pleasurable
attraction leads you from tragedy
to where you start reclaiming super powers
you say...

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This lovely poem is written in honor of my friend.
I will call her Diane, a friend dear to my heart.
It is not her name, but I am retaining her anonymity.
After her husband had an affair,...

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We feel that we know you completely
But all we know is a little only.

We speak about our achievements in a pompous way
And often forget to notice the silent performer in you.

You never feel bad for...

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We are trying to one up each other as usual – another story teller and I.
Our stories are getting wilder, less plausible, and we are laughing.
Suddenly I remember my pal Gertrude’s story.
I am pretty sure...

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