Long Spandex Poems

?I thought that I would never see
Another macho man like me.
Ex-green Beret and Airborne Ranger,
Who never shirked in face of danger.	
But that ancient myth was soon dissolved,
When my wife asked me to get involved,
And accompany...

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The house is burning 
With violent noise 
And red all-over.

I sit in the heat 
With a prayerful heart, 
That he would arrive. 

Superman in his
Spandex suit of hope
And cape of justice. 

I burrow inside
My mind...

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"Roll on tonight my mates are coming round
  For a few cold beers and some rocking sounds
  Time is drawing near, as I hear a knock at the door
  Blimey! at...

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Ocean waves, ships like us, and your spandex swimwear was an atraction for any girl, not in the right state of mind.
It was Tahiti, 1998, no, it was "1999" and thats why "Prince" wrote the...

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It was 29° (f) degrees this morning with a waning gibbous (¾) moon. Still, as we started our run, it was dark enough that the world was rendered in black and white. Lisa was a...

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I have been told our culture cultivates moral decline
That we live in a time which pushes propaganda of pleasure, sex, and self interest

Our cultural standard of clothing has gone from the scandal of showing your...

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The lean old men in my vicinity
wake to find themselves a day older
then turn away from the mirror to reflect
on their miserable circumstance.
Then they masque their decay with cologne,
snap on their one-piece spandex sportswear
and wheel...

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There's a tale to tell, 
That happened back in the '60's. 
Oh, how I remember it well! 
Back in the days 
On the street of Dire Straits, 
When I lived life in a haze. 
One...

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There's a tale to tell, 
That happened back in the '60's. 
Oh, how I remember it well! 
Back in the days 
On the street of Dire Straits, 
When I lived life in a haze. 
One...

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Just like cleaning the kitchen floor,
The school convention was such a bore
Dire Straits flyers preoccupied the walls,
As pompous cheerleaders strutted the halls
Rosie Garcia such pretentious feign,
Was once a friend but never again
An island girl who...

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flood over me
cooling October clouds,
that bring with them
the death of insects,
the running inside of
all the bikini bearing
wretches, the ceasing
of the smell of barbecues 
& beer bellies,
the retreating faces of messy 
children playing in the
sand, the...

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She’s a switchblade, blackjack,
Knuckle-duster dame.
Got the proper block and tackle,
Lash your rigging to the frame.
She put the drill press to your taproot
And the grindstone to your saber.
Good for sharpening your senses,
Keeps you on your best...

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My love-starved eyes carved out
its first view of you
Spandex sculpted body standing in the company
of my worst frienemy
Saw you laughing lustily, looking at me,
over by the water cooler at the office party
And my wooden heart...

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The alarm interrupted my sleep with the urgency of lust
or sudden inheritance - only to end up being neither.

“Alexa, good morning,” I say, as I stretch. My room lights illuminate - in red mode -...

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DIRE STRAITS was playing on the KITCHEN radio while ROSIE tried in vain to play along 
with “Money for Nothing” on her HAMMOND organ. Her house always looked like a NUCLEAR 
WASTE(land) with huge TID-BITS...

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Drifting thru nuclear waste, Hammond was lost.
Beginning this trip to wine and dine, his love Rosie.
Also to attend the vacuum salesmen convention,
Insomnia and pain had started to take their toll.
Eyes strained, UFO has emerged within...

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Mr. Clyde Schlunk traveled from his home in Worm Holes, Alabama,
To represent his company at a convention in Hammond, Indiana.
He was to soak up tidbits of data concerning the disposal of nuclear waste.
To fortify himself...

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Some people take to Facebook
In an effort to create
A safe and pleasant habitat
Unfriending those who wish debate.
But still rile against a college chum
Who's not lost their winter weight.

We drone on about the weather
Far too often...

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Counting Green Fruit Loops

Wearing his spandex boxer shorts outside in the snow
To get the paper, dancing to Dire Straits with my IPOD
And my sports bra on.  I notice the vacuum salesmen 
in the shop...

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The heat of the street more than you can take
hem hiked high above your bony knees
spread slightly apart so you can breathe
sitting in the stifling air on a stony stoop
there’s no relief from the panting

your...

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Susta please !
whether you be video vixen, educated Mrs., domestic goddess 
or around the way girl my mind is your world
and i'm still feeling you,

when I envision your dimensions 
i can't neglect the urge to...

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I woke up this morning in the kitchen and not really sure who I was,
Tid-Bits and flashes from last night are now making my head buzz;

Did I fall into a wormhole or get abducted by...

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Patient Hope is on a stoic decline
The celluloid tread mill 
is crybaby set 
on an aorta sob incline —  
A cardio faithless, vertical whine

Shouldering the weight of personal decisions,
is seen nowadays 
as an irresponsible,...

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* For Catie's contest

Rosie was relaxing in her kitchen
Alone she sat, friends at a convention

So lonely, no one to wine and dine
At her Hammond estate on Lake Michigan so fine

Munching on Tid-Bits that had the...

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The shoelaces untie,
they've been caught by the kitten's eye.

She touches, hesitantly, with her paw,
the lace that rests long on the slope, raw,

to the cool breeze of Mid-January; 
next to a window that reveals Her sanctuary.

The...

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