Long Spark plug Poems

              If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. 
Would it say in a state of dual-singularity come to life 3D...

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I thank all Participants in my endeavor to create a POETRYSOUP Dictionary I f YOU do not 
see Your word yet Please be Patient I was not expecting such a Great response You may 
send...

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(What's on your mind?) Do I have to tell you?

I was thinking about this dream
I was holding it for a while but it visited me only
When I'm drifting off to sleep
But then I heard a...

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SHE LOVES NASCAR 
           

She loves NASCAR. 
I prefer Gaugin or Renoir 
but she loves NASCAR.

It's a southern fascination 
as Dixie as Faulkner 
or sweet...

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I crawl into a cave called myself.
It’s dry and dusty, cobwebbed.
So afraid to be, alone in the dark,
“Who am I,” is my cry.

Then Trixie’s best friend comes along,*
like a cowgirl set out on a romantic...

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Race Car
The driver is one with the machine.
Every turn on asphalt would be tires burning.
A V8 with horse power, the car flies down the road.
Turn up the music and push the pedal to the floor.
Need...

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the blogger
is the wretched chicken
laying an asteroid.


the city dweller
is the self identifying
contagious forlorn.


he strives 
for the praise.
he strives 
for a masterpiece.


he is
in fact
a ruffian. 


the breasts 
of equality
the jaw of
rebellion.
the revolutionary
spark plug.


the YES MAN!


in this...

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I have a scooter made in Eighty six
Which usually starts 
After four and ninety kicks
To get detected its numerous snags
I spend hours in a garage
Yet its perfect health
Eludes me like a mirage

Often the oilseal leak
Or...

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The clock is always ticking
	Speedometer spinning along
	Wear and tear building up
	Traversing life looking to belong

	Easy to miss the exit signs
	The clock is always ticking
	Most of us drive around blind
	Our internal light barely flickering 

	We all...

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Folks refer to grand times as “bees knees”
But I am often bedeviled by bees
     I take one step out the door
     Approached by a flying hoard
Stand motionless,...

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