Long Shiftless Poems

Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead...

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Many British thermal units* later

Vice linkedin to carnal flesh this writer, 
(a married heterosexual doofus, – 
whose alter egos 
named and highlighted courtesy 
Gallant and Goofus) attones
to heat these lovely bag of bones
amazingly graceful human...

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I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks...,

(a poor excuse for legs),
and get me the latest
sophisticated prosthetics advancements,
whereat integration of cultured stem cells
into custom made appendages
allows, enables, and provides
unfortunate recipients of amputations
to experience sensations.

No more will...

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UndefeaTed.  A Boxing Lesson.

A friend, off the Vineyard,
wrighted a ship.
And, perhaps himself,
and certainly the worlds ‘round him.
His words were fashioned, shipshape and watertight
as were the splines and bungholes and rudder pins and
All the Things...

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When I was young I had dreams,                             ...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe

My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly 
(me – a foo fighting,
eagle eyed, beatle browed, beastie boy...

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The time had come, we were agreed
To discontinue paying rents.
We'd make our plans and then proceed
To buy or build a residence.

i said an older house I'd choose.
A little house and lot would do.
The first of...

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Sometime ago, I was fat in the land of Plenty.
I lived on the Savanna, and worshipped the ancestors.
Sometime ago, a horde of barbarians came to the Savanna,
They called me “Savage”.  Yet I had no...

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See me fast, feel me low, watch me strike
as I feel myself bottom blend slow into an aqeous blood slumber 
silk circulating all rotten terms as I fornunicate
the manicial social countermeasures I must employ
each day...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious skinny scruffy scribe

Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,

savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility,...

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nature's way of saying
I love what you do with your tongue
mom used to lick her hanky 
to clean my face I want to kill her
aided by my only allies
the hobo armies of doom
resulted in a...

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Whit wet Vetted Splendour...

Pervaded mounded jeweled ground
gunmetal sky incessantly
pelted and did pound
asper staccato round

arhythmic, emphatic, melodic sound
to this clown,
who felt housebound
as precipitation reigned down.

steady rain quintessentially
patterned oodles of necklaced
mini mellow marsh lands
wee hour early this...

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Allow no sleep to your eyes and no slumber to your eyelids, for a little 
sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest and poverty will come on 
you like a...

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We were both seniors, but he was
some 21 years my senior. Ken was
A most dear friend who passed
away a couple of years ago. I
was spilling my heart out to
him one day as we drove
along in...

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here I am in human form
but it was not always quite so
earth has been the only I've been to
through past life regressions I definitely  know

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Sometimes flashes of my childhood years
would hover on my mind...images...

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The Cold Within 

Six humans trapped by happenstance 
In dark and bitter cold 
Each possessed a stick of wood-- 
Or so the story's told. 

Their dying fire in need of logs, 
But the first one...

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THE DAY FERGUS THE FROG CROAKED
 (A Children's Rhyme by Joan Donnelly Ellis Oct. 2015)

Fergus the Frog was lazy and fat and a worshipper of idleness
 He'd lie on his lily pad all day ...refusing...

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Social media on fleek 
Prolific likes and praise we seek

Knowledge of 'SELF' is as distant as a stranger in the night
A nomad in a dark, desolate land so void of divine light

Social distancing is now...

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carefully laid down one by one
penning the words as they come
choosing ever so prudently
a poem for ignominy
a tacit agreement quietly kept
between a mind and body adept
some coherant ideology
based on etymology
euphemistic ideas at best
lying explicits up...

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The Night Before 
  
Friends, I thought I would re-post this for the holiday season for a little chuckle!

T 'was the night before Christmas and all through the house
You can hear the wife calling...

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Cotton, blood and nerves
Summed up, that's about the extent 

No eternal flames flicker six feet above
clouds still shiftless 
those beams that carry angles didn’t even shine down

No purpose or place
just a common face

See  
there...

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they would suggest love, like a love 
of country, the familiar surrounding
the nature and sky above
the love of life
the attraction of the perfect
love in opposite one could 
only share with one
and populate more
love
oh who were...

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You're trifling,
you're lazy as can be
You can't even take care of your own slothful self,
how in the world are you gonna support me
Hey, mister lazy bones,
I know you don't like hearing this bad four-letter word:
Work,
gets...

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T 'was the night before Christmas and all through the house
You can hear the wife calling me a louse
The stocking are hung on the mantle with care
In hopes that presents might soon be there
Mama in...

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Friends, I thought I would re-post this for the holiday season 

T 'was the night before Christmas and all through the house
You can hear the wife calling me a louse
The stocking are hung on the...

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