Long Sneakily Poems

Date:   April   2026

The 1st degree is unknown 

Damian and Polly had planned
The trip to the Copy Cat Club
For weeks with Dolly and Molly
The club was popping when
They hit the scene.
The DJ...

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Chief garbage taster as fifth grade Halloween gag
at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
interestingly enough landed me a grubhub grab bag.

I rooted thru poetry anthology of mine,
and came across an unpublished poem
by one obscure poet (me),...

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at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School

As a Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got the brilliant idea 
for his sole son to be dressed 
with one of a kind getup.

Missus Shaner...

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Chief egalitarian garbage taster i.e. “white trash”

As Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got brilliant idea 
for sole son dressed
uniquely rubbish qua 
putrid offal getup. 

Missus Shaner (talon clawed, 
shriveled relic...

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Global warming is on the rise;
hear the hateful voices,
see the angry eyes
Earth temperature is flaring to the moon,
	nuclear hate
gon bring an apocalyptic kaboom
Hostile tweet emotions
		press send to our doom
Then sorrowful hearts
	will be melting soon
Unless we...

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She stopped smiling as soon as she picked up the subtle slow opening of the front door.  Jake, her grown up three-year-old stopped playing. He looked at his mother, to see if she was...

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The bats in the steeple were feeding on people
By sucking the blood splattered wood
That came from the coffin a vampire dropped off in
When he’d drunk all the blood that he could

Here in my basement, my...

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One fine, hot, summer day
My brother Scotty and I, were held back, from play
Angered mother
She sent us, to our room, bothered
In our opinions
It wasn’t the best decision
Immaturely actively singing a song, that was seemingly, very,...

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Un-----earthed 
my----self 
de--ci--sive--ly
Near-ly bust-ed
Lay-ing on rocks...
Weakened spiritually; Rejuvenation before long—
Tucked in that rock-bottom chasm, 
nevertheless kept dreaming—
Woking up— 
Surprisingly distant             from myself;
Although, woken...

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on...                                  ...

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Picky child I was
before & still am as
I’m writing this
picky, petite poem –

I am different
now…I’ve changed for
the better, though
it was a challenging
chore
Clever and cheery
teenager I am in the
present and past,
getting used to
foods I once didn’t
adore...

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Remember Beefsteak Charlies?
I don’t remember the last time I saw one
but every time I see one of those
tomatoes, I remember Charlie
my Charlie, the one who befriended me
he didn’t have to, after all					
he was my grandfather.
Charlie...

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A big part of being my most special favorite-est:
my desire to contemplate her more does persist

I'll write more soon, even if it takes me an hour!
On my fave poetess: St Therese the Little Flower

I'm back...

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Today is Pancake Day and there’s to be a pancake race
folk are on the starting line with a smile upon their face

Ted is ready with his frying pan, he is a fat old josser
but when...

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CLOSE    CALL   IN    IRELAND



I once had an affaire de coeur  with a foxylady, in fact a randy colleen
In Ireland with a tough older brother looking to...

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Today it’s Pancake Day and there’s to be a pancake race
Entrants are on the starting line with a smile upon their face

Old Ted ‘s ready with his frying pan, he is a fat old josser
but...

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Mother’s Day is coming and I should be happy about it, you know.
But instead of eating in… It’s eating out that we must joyfully go.
But remember, I have teenagers, Trolls, Dragon, and Hubby, too.
They’re doing...

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To the skies...cries of have we sinned..the seasons spinned...winter grinned as before it’s really beginned...spring’s been sneakily binned..

That bitter wind does cheekily blow...delivers tingling..slivers of mulled wine mingling shivers..oh and..shed loads of snow..

You know it...

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How much is an idea worth - 
enough to make you poor?
What if you found the ultimate
that shook you to your core?

Suppose it took a thing you hate
like struggling with planks,
and sneakily turned it to...

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The wise bald old man was languishing in his chair
In front of his mud bunk, when his son sauntered in,
He cleared his throat, took a sip of burukutu
Googled his son sneakily:
WISE BALD OLD MAN: Son,...

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Waiting for the clock to strike twelve,
I idly threw myself on my cozy bed.
Sniffing the pleasantly sweet smell,
From my window, all spread. 

Listening to my neighbors' happy talks,
A smile pops up on my face.
Leaving me...

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Like a frowsy, dowdy
old housewife
I sit largely
unnoticed
stout and squat
a sort of kitchen sentry
rarely appreciated
until some minor crisis-

Cough, sniffle, stomachache
a particularly bad day
or fancy party...
then things heat up
quickly for me!

This was one of those
fancy party days
no...

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Magazines have captured us and taken us hostage. We were easy.
Not realizing how fast they multiply.  We are up in our knees in them now.
They must have litters overnight, maybe in the daytime also....

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Dad’s oldest sister, Aunt Jolene blew into town in the middle of the night.
She was armed with knowledge, ready to straighten us up, and make us all do right.
My children would do this and that,...

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Skedaddle 

Sneakily 
incognito 
Tip-toe 
to her chamber door, 
Whereupon 
it was ajar,
Never ajar 
was it before. 

Cloak and dagger 
I did intrude 
Across her 
chamber floor,
Thereupon 
she was asleep,
Never asleep 
was she before. 

Bold as...

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