Long Slumming Poems

He is looking at her a bit sanctimoniously
He is about to mansplain again

"Am I spooking you?" he asks grinning
"I'm not trying to propose, Cutie.
God no. Could you imagine?
I just think it's possible, you know?
I'm just...

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Steve: This sounds like the traditional Hindu caste system. I get it; all that Kama Sutra stuff.

John: You mean Kama Sutra IPA? It’s a local brew. Not bad.

Steve: Douche bag say wha?

John: Wha?

Steve: Please continue,...

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Victorian Poverty In London.
.
Slumming it in adverse poverty
In Victorian London’s  
Limehouse White Chapel and Bethnal Green 
Dingy doss houses packed to the brim
Narrow dirty streets with cobbles
And loud cartwheel din
.
Large families sharing one room
Overcrowded...

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6 years ago, I wrote limericks about 5 PS poets. Today, I've posted
about another 5 and will continue to add more...  before 6 years.

I tickled funny bones of five Souper men
So, I gave thought...

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And here you had me thinking
That I was the scum of the earth
That you were the Queen of the Night
And that you had everything all figured out

And here you had me dreaming
Of turning back the...

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While a roaming in the gloaming
many years ago,
with steps so jerky I met a turkey
swaying to and fro.

Now being lonely and awfully homely
I hoped that by a chance
my new found friend might help me end
my...

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You're stone cold in your heart man
Hard as solid steel.
And the love she has for you man
Is on the spinning wheel.
     Cause you've been bumming around, slumming around,
   ...

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I tickled funny bones of five Souper men
So I gave thought to trying it once again
In the order they replied
My sarcasm was applied
As I gently heckled them with ink and pen

First, Tom Cunningham, who "liked...

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Baskets and Carts/Respect the Homeless 2013
                             By...

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Suggestible me


I had ended up in a country with a strange pub culture 
and obsession with the class which I found restrictive.
No posh pubs if the working class and not slumming it 
if you were...

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Someday
 (I’ll Tell You How I Really Feel)
Miracle Man
October 27, 2023

Protesters are cowards who get things by force,
they scream and holler until voices are hoarse.
They game our system while burning our flag,
swiftly doing their thing,...

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Christmas day seemed to always land on a Sunday, when I was a miss.
Weird, but church is what I always remember every single Christmas
We would wake up too early, and get sent rapidly back to...

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Madame Catherine with her bouffant so big and mighty
She wears her blue silk frock and pantaloons with attitude all righty
We see her in the garden, putting on airs, for she is the queen.
If you do...

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Two or too provoking thoughts
A safe place i write of and at
We both travel throught
And in the invisible line
I am not found
The civil rights protests
Doth though forge ahead
Inside the building as I?
Outside of poverty, all...

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when we will see wokes         when Trump had lusted
they mentioned to folks         he would never be trusted
that was all...

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My Road
By: Miracle Man
9/26/2024

My road in life, by choice, I have traveled,
without any vision of where it might end.
Many miles were smooth, some were graveled,
with unforeseen things I had to contend.

But early on my miles...

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I wish I could let you see how empty I feel.
I don't hate myself, I hate the way I don't like myself.

This has not been an exclusive experience.
You could start a club.
I have been living...

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A Villanelle by Jelsr
Junebug couldn't stop thinking about the hood the house
It was just so slumming and urban
Never had he known anything so robust

That morning, Junebug was shocked by loss
He had to calm himself with...

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One Man’s Opinion
(Take From Some, Give To Others)
Written: by Miracle Man
9/11/2021

For those who are wealthy, many show disdain,
talk of income redistribution drives me insane.
As our country grows weaker each passing day,
we encourage those who can’t...

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Awake in a nightmare dream,
reality can't keep pace.
And like Munch's painting, "The Scream,"
anxiety warps my face.

Rank smells announce my coming;
roaming the land of the blind.
For folks reduced to slumming,
stink of sweat and piss; combined.

Draped in...

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You’re such a nasty bugger,
You slumming, scheming lout,
No conscience or misgiving,
No arguing about!

And when next time I see you,
Sucking on the poor, I’ll give to 
You no quarter, you shameless 
Writhing whore.

To you people are...

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