Long Smarty Poems

Saul’s twinkling eyes took it all in – the platinum hair framing a first-class face, the silvery sheath dress wrapped around a figure that was out of sight, but in plain view. She was definitely...

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KING CYRUS THE GREAT

So; here comes the story of that King Cyrus the Great 
Whose history for some of us is still well up for debate

But; it’s such a darn good story, it well deserves...

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The curtain rises on Bumblebee Babineaux walking self-confidently along Chartres Street.

Bumblebee [singing]: Ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride, nobody’s gonna slow me down. Oh, no, I got to keep on movin’… 

Tom Sickley, a disingenuous...

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Dragon was feeling persnickety one day, he wanted his Dragon magic back.
The Elven King had bound it for 100 years, to protect those who magic lacked.
Every young dragon needs to first learn… to live a...

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When Dragon communed with nature, all the pigeons came home with him.
And from our daily feeding of wild birdseed, they decided to take their fill.
Unfortunately, they did discover, they liked it, a little bit, way...

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What do you think of poetry?

What you think of poetry?
I mean, when you write, to you think of me?
Not me as me I mean to say.
But do you think, of yourself, on that day?

Are you...

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>I was thinking of writing a letter to the Felixstowe radio, well the people who run it, not the radio itself.  That would be daft, wouldn’t it?  Writing to a radio.  But...

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>Hydrotherapy pool in action

Now the blue sky has vanished, I must go out you know.
That will be the signal, for God to make it snow.
I wonder why he does do it?  I asked for...

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"La Marque Ultime"
In reference to future
we have collaberated to bring forth a Union of
companies who in the interest of pro Wrestling
and Great Entertainment, have United to create
        ...

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Object to crave
hands off me
i find myself
looking at the keys in the stars in my space
warlords of times of slavery
tortured innocents
never ending labour for underpaid children
smelling burnt flesh
because someone taught her how to swim

he came
we...

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>Although I love writing, I would also like my books to sell. Then I can grant my wife her wishes and buy her a house by the sea. And if there is enough in the...

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Stanley Russell Harris (ME)
The new Mad Author

When my books begin to sell.
From, ‘feedaread,’ where they dwell!
And I’m as rich as blinking well…
You know, rolling in that thing called money.
With figures in front of those zeros,
so...

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Wait a minute, is it already Christmas again
Seems I just took down the lights and the tree
Is there no rest for the downtrodden and weary
This season sometimes takes the Merry Gentleman out of me

So I...

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Wait a minute, is it already Christmas again
Seems I just took down the lights and the tree
Is there no rest for the downtrodden and weary
This season sometimes takes the Merry Gentleman out of me

So I...

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I'm flattered by Nina but need to take her to the cleaners,
and splat her inbetweeners with fluid from wieners.
Don't mock or beat down Bath when you're Bristolian,
you were all conceived in a seat in the...

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Kitty, Kitty 
          where is my sweet snugly Kitty? 
               You're full...

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>As an ex- B 2 dog trainer, from the Royal Army Veterinary Corps of too many years ago.  I cringe when I see dogs dressed up like fashion models.  But knowing me, as...

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From Pulivendula a place so far,
God sent his angel called YSR. 
No cosmic star, superstar or megastar, 
But AP’s only ever GIGASTAR. 
He gave to the state a brand new fate, 
Power and water for...

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Little Jack Marty 
He was a smarty 
Sitting in his second grade online class 
He developed an urge to pass some gas 
When it came out of Little Marty’s shell 
It had that pumping smell...

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Whenever the grandchildren visit us
you can see how they turn their heads and cringe
If we should start talking about the games
that we were forced to play with way back when

They roll their eyes at each...

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One day Gaia was doodling
with sharp twig, on scribbly gum.
"Note to Self"
These big-brained bipeds
are getting far too cocky for their britches.
All the dumb-arses 
are becoming smarty-pants.
These bloody bipeds are building
bloody big Babel information towers 
all...

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>This is my Tuesday poem for Poetry Soup.  I have adopted BBC News.And BBC World News, as my precipitants of Tuesday poems.  But as I have a mind situation.  I may get...

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An Independent Party Partaking

She seemed to thing the show was so splendid
When I myself was really glad it now ended
Before was the worst one I had ever seen
Which party over should I start to lean?

Being...

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Moronika ... 
there are whispers a-floating
People say you got a low wattage bulb,
your thoughts be dimly glowing
The ideas you think of
covers a lot of six-year-old territory
Temper tantrums are your cake-and-ice cream first love,
pineapple upside down...

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The attic is creaky and full of dust,
but, I just pretend it is my stardust;
I love playing tea party with my pets,
they sit as I recite my alphabets !

At the table is Willy a...

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