Long Rube Poems

A fanta see overrides reality!

Hello?
I like to get positioned for sixty nine. 

Are you looking for a scheming, 
schlepping, and schvitzing writer? 
natural body and laid-back vibe??
I'm all about therapeutic touch via
bolts, nuts, screws 
and...

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...He left here there, and she had a stunned look,
so did the first responders standing by,
no one had ever heard Dan talk that much,
much less express the feelings deep inside.

Needless to say, Tanya caught lots...

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Hello?
I like to get six + 9 ??Are you??????
schlepping writer,?? natural body and laid-back vibe?? 
I'm all about therapeutic touch via nuts and life of bee dogged trees!

teasing with idealism beef hoar 
   illusory vision fades away
whatever ur...

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A new day perhaps, of immeasurable tin, sound of din
A hurricane noise, a thrall of riotous cuts, although thin
The blood-curdle choke of rage from before
Now purchased like plasma from the needle store
Go hump yourself, If...

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EDGAR CAYCE
			
		True, true, my hands are soft– not overworked,
		nor lined by heavy labor-- nor calloused  
		-- the soft hands of a gentleman, perhaps!
		But my manners are rough and countryfied, 
		my speech slow and southern–...

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The Bloody Road to Calvary
© Ben Burton 4/11/2019

They scourged this common criminal, the man who would be king
He was a Jew and that alone was reason to demean
In bawdy reverie they whipped Him, calling Him...

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I once knew a bloke
Who hailed from Stoke
He saw me on the street
And so we did greet
But I said to him with much ire
"You're a liar
You call me your chummy
But you hate me mummy"
To the...

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Marginalized middle finger people
moving upwardly mobile
on a quality-of-life escalator going always down

Mall pallbearers for the palladium pocketeers,
(them who bring forth weekly pocket tears)
Three-piece suit gator claws with Wall Street wolf ears

Kiss-the-ring finger people
trying to climb...

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Might sightless worms express surprise 
If evolution gave them eyes
And brains to sport (of larger size)

To grok verse modern poet throws,
Sing, "Rose is rose is rose is rose!"
Snort scentless petals up your nose?"

My mind can't...

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Ganksta fools
coming at you incorrect
like thugs

Political dull tools:
Criminal IQ fakers
showing total disrespect — 
Tick-tock bugs

Clock benders of societal rules,
indecent lawmakers
Cut the bogus tax check ...
Pinocchio ears on tapped phones,
sporting a swag orange rug

Bandito style old...

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Sewers possess a beauty all their own
belching gas you can hear them hiss and groan.

A maze that stretches for hundreds of miles
they remove our stench and leave us with smiles.

Such an efficient waste removal tube
if...

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The Middle

We met in the middle as I was falling from the heights of grand dreams I’ve known so well 
once again
You and I just happened to cross paths and at the time I needed...

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I looked all over,
In the closet,
In the shed,
Under my body pillow,
In my head....

Vanished like a puff of smoke,
Makes you wonder if
You just awoke....
And the Twilight Zone
Was where you dreamed
Maybe she skipped town,
Cause of an overdue...

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He loved being a con man,
he enjoyed putting on the act
He liked that he could be anybody,
someone you may have possibly met
He could be the professor,
or a rube with a screw not intact
He could be...

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To jitterbug and jive, perhaps to feel alive;
Dreaming that I too could dance as well as you;
Strutting to a tango in Chichicastenango
Touring a veranda edged with jacaranda.
Four eyes eagerly dancing; engagingly entrancing
Above paired swaying hips...

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I don't want to drink this day away, I'm going to do it anyway.
I don't want to do any drugs today,
but I got an itch I can't scratch away.


I'm breaking promises I made to someone...

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What struck you first 
was the smell of caged animals
rank with boredom and rage.

Lions with matted fur pacing restlessly
dreaming of antelopes on the hot savanna plain

Elephants ponderously swinging their trunks, 
snuffling up stray peanuts thrown
by bored, sticky children.

The...

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Life is a Rubik's cube.
Always shifting, ever changing.
I may only be a Rube,
But my world is re-arranging.

Some people cheat
By switching the stickers.
Others get beat
And turn to the liquor's.

I will struggle with my toy.
Since others perceive...

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He's given me a pickle
with nary any tickle!
As in the shade I stood
[He wasn't very good!]

The apple that I shared
he gave to me unpared.
So I gave his snake a shake
to make him see the stakes.

Then...

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