Long Shucking Poems

Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a character 
in The Impertinent Curious Man, 
a story within a...

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Your searching for something you can touch;
Looking for the same things to love, with no results;
and it's hard to believe;
Hard to receive;
Your shucking and jiving;
ducking and diving;
wondering and why ing. . . your trying to
Buck...

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I (Samson wannabe) feel aghast at latest turn of events regarding Gaza

Omnipresent grief and horror
abounds toward ceaseless killing fields
impossible mission for me
to summon forth fading magic powers
since Delilah imposter hashtagged,
(and subsequently outed) 
as a mortal...

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Gratitude for running water on tap... 
and heat flowing with a snap

After shaving and showering,
yours truly feels winsome
though morose seeing
unwanted adipose "love handles"
inflating mine abdomen and tum
unanimously decided courtesy quorum
losing washboard stomach
finds me uncomfortably numb,
which...

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Overslept
     by Amy Swanson   11/2008

A little something to make you laugh ;)



Alarm clock didn't ring this morning;
Overslept - and now I'm late!
(but I would have stayed in bed,
had I...

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I tied ole paint at the old cowboy’s shack.  He’d been in the crib mucking stalls, haying a little and shucking corn.
I observed him at his chores from the porch as the day kept...

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A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)...
deplores adipose tissue gain

No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed

madding crowd of carolers singing,
where...

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Utter brainless nincompoop
in this poem heretofore addressing
I wanna be forever free
and clear from mortal anguish,
and need more than a blessing -
I need a miracle worker after confessing
behavior causing depressing
wretched state of mind
self incriminating admission expressing
emptying...

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Contains More Than Kernel Of Truthful 

alienation, expulsion, ostracization 
     from body politick 
     if member of society resistant, 
     indifferent, adamant, et...

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Shucking Evil In Favor Of Good...
(courtesy of tasseled colonel corny maise aye aire)

Challenge more difficult than threading
camel thru eye of needle, hence catchy title
scotched, and I aim to endeavor and steer
away from task surpassing 
defying...

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Suffocation experienced analogous
to absent echocardiogram
or electroencephalogram blip
(Derek Chauvin - he of
George Floyd infamy) iron maiden grip
linkedin with psyche subjected
to laceration courtesy cruel horse whip
mine inexcusable 
(albeit clueless faux pas)
family members living social in Bend, Oregon
and Oakland,...

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I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze

soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how...

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I'm the livest survivalest
Some say I did it to death.
I feel like I'm taking my first breaths,
on this blessed quest.

Down south it's heating up.
Fire is burning.
With this knowledge I'm striving so much hire.
Prepared to earn...

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help me if you can, cuz salutary
     hans solo impossible missions
     fall short asper this mwm to break free,
     thus Siam game for...

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tens of thousands years ago
     (a figurative out in left field ball park figure)
     Homo Sapiens (or the forebears of said species),
     deliberately...

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Observing the appearance of the Hale-Bopp Comet
in March 1997, the Heaven’s Gate Cult of San Diego,
California, chose to commit mass suicide. 

We eunuchs run a starship enterprise.
These breeders are a cul-de-sac, life-wise –
it’s fatal, this...

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Words in the belfry, words in the hall, words in my sandwiches, words for us all.
What if you know no written words? What if you cannot read? What is my world?
Words in my head, swirling...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Old Days
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2013

In the old days
when smiles 
on faces 
were common -

 folk
would look
you in the
eye
 with honor -

Kids were
taught 
to always
respect
they're
elders -

And every
mother
and
father
in the
 neighborhood, 
would
correct you
when you
did wrong -

Back then,
life seemed
so simple -

In these
old...

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slow to gather my thoughts
as dawn breaks
awoken from a troubled sleep
where monsters prowled
and I hide

demons of the past,
demons of dimensions
intermingled, momentarily,
with mine
fear and bravery I show
sexual sirens of all shapes
do tempt me

cities and worlds shown
too...

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What’s the reason for the season 
     What’s a rhyme without a reason
Celebrate calibrate nothing like it does equate 
     Jesus Christ was born today in a...

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You might have blisters on your hands from all your manual toil.
You may be climbing up a pole with an electrical coil.
Could be a produce vendor shucking husks from the cob.
It’s just a job.

You might...

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I, face what most be ducking;
I escape what most be stuck in.
I, roar while they are clucking.!
I stand, no crawling;No Shucking.
Marching forward,no stalling.
Speaking on it, teaching,not preaching.
I grab it,no reaching;

Serving it raw, no preservatives;
Ain't giving...

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My mother went door to door on a daily basis
Collecting money for Mr. Sim’s wife’s funeral flowers
or for a present for Tad and Betty’s newborn baby girl
When I am older, I hope I do this...

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Summertime with grandma and schools out
Greyhound bus riders we are on the way down south
Me and my sisters
Getting away from the city
Early mornings with grandpa 
He has us garden picking
Used to be grossed out
Hearing all...

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There is a state of mind devoid of thought,
where no one expresses an opinion.
The difficulty is that it's not safe,
to allow others to do your thinking.

Those living their lives in oblivion,
are those craving its anonymity.
And...

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