Long Spittoon Poems

From all worlds and time’s eternal outer reaches,
Where the Creator is perceived to dwell.
You try to learn what your told He teaches,
Regarding Life, the Universe, Heaven and Hell.

The soul is a precious, beautiful place,
Where you...

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I had an old auntie called Mable
Who could drink men under the table
She’d tell folks of her gout
Sup up six pints of stout  -
then stagger to the loo when able!

11~23~16

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON


My paternal...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLVI - Tongue-Twisting Epigrams

An aborted foetus never stops growing in the mind of the aborted mother. She never tires of making more babies to nurture the memory of the aborted baby.

The Heart and...

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Out of the west, amide a beautiful sunrise… came a pie eyed son of a gun.
Looking for Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster… water gun… in hand.
He rode a very slow plug, an inchworm called...

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s
        TOO SOON A SPITTOON 

Somehow he has survived
Through due diligence and by sequestering his soul off the corner of “Hate Street” and “Greed 
Avenue.  
From a...

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He’s a broken leg performer with a crooked second act.
Went from Brooklyn to Las Vegas with his sarcasm intact.
Does a Smith and Wesson stand-up, voice as sweet as antifreeze.
Tells you how he lost his cherry...

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House of Leonard

I gave my legs to a flag with a blood marrow spoon
You blurred a moment of truth with your dying baboon

I swam the oceans of funk to get a soul full of bone
You...

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When asked to write Limericks about ladies
I said, "Oh, no. There's no way in Hades!"
Too many are my friends
I'd have to make amends
Not even for a brand new Mercedes

Then, I gave the matter a bit...

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Another crossroad.
Invalids weep when 
wearing another's
soiled diapers suddenly 
disappear.
In spite of the battered off-chance -
from a despondent interruption;
I'm the exposed exception.

Coarse fingers bleed.
My wheelchair spokes 
are hardly friendly.
I proudly bawl when no one 
can see...

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"ALL RISE! THIS HONORABLE COURT IS NOW OPEN AND IN SESSION!"
Th' court room wuz his domain, bailiffin' wuz his profession!
No one dared hornswoggle him in that hallowed room.
Should any nonsense occur, he'd surely lower th'...

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Cowboy Night at the Corner bar
The dark and the wind and the grey broken sidewalk,
pushed me to the bar, like a bunker at night with its 
black door ajar 
Cowboy Night at the Corner Bar

country...

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Strangers are attacking me; 
ruthless men seek my life—
men without regard for God.  Selah

Psalm 54:3

GOD SEES THE COURAGEOUS AT WORK

Wild-eyed disregard for God —
The mocking tone, the spittoon.

The leering eyes —
they’re tiger’s eyes.

They plop...

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'Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.

The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was...

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‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.

The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was...

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‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.

The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was...

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Their bridled haunt, each day may be their last; yeehaw.*
The narrow way, down mountainside, and clop of shoes.
The saddlebags dip left and right in gait and gnaw.
The spirit wind and pouring rain their hoofs refuse.

Begs...

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Mary Six Pack Pistols staggers through time portals drunk
Pretending to be a priest but she is not a mister or a sister 
To the old west saloon through double doors she glides
Drunker than a nun...

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‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.


The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was...

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Jabba the Hutt has a spur up his butt
that makes him as mean as a wasp

If you stop for a look, at that glutton of glop, 
his looks will not help him a lot!

His rotten...

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To old places would I could go,
With these photographs to remind,
Where horse and buggy in time slow,
On dusty roads mine to rewind.

Where upon a porch made of wood,
In a rocker where I would sit;
With a...

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The trip was all set in our hot-air balloon
Conditions were flight-perfect; 'twas the middle of June
Just needed a few shots of courage from a local saloon
In case up from nowhere sprang a devilish typhoon …

We...

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Betcha can't guess what this is
Don't cheat and look down below
A unique and funky candy dish?
Or an ash tray, do you think you know?

Looks like a prize from a midway
Something to hang on your wall
A...

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He rolls up and
down on life’s 
surface as a 
droplet on the
*colocasia leaf. 
He never walks
with his life
hand in hand. 
While heaping 
up yellow metal
and rupee on the
side-walk, green
life gets wasted 
in his mind’s nook.
Time...

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Our star
Feel its sting?
The little dingy one
with jagged edges
in the basement of the universe.
the star that winks... sashays ...
relentlessly teasing- then merrily slices away. 
          Our...

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My oldest possession is a spittoon 
My spittoon goes back a ways into history
Where it originated is a bit of a mystery
It has a bullet hole right aboutOhere
I’m told that Buffalo Bill Cody put it...

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