Long Squinty Poems

let every old woman with a wrinkled face,
she should be aware,she lives in disgrace,
a furrowed brow,hairy lip and single tooth,
know me well,i'll get the truth.
a squinty eye and scolding tongue,
the squeaky voice she's had from...

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Here she comes like shaft of the sun, walking,
As sullen eyes and widened mouth feast – 
Dubbed the slayer of love; the goddess of lust – all stalking
Libidinously like a fun starved beast
Beauty so hypnotic,...

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All around is the soft pt pt pt of text messaging
Abriviated conversations in silent offerings
On and on in secret codes the droning fills my ears
They do not realise what it is they should all fear

Evolution...

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I called upon yonder window
That was up to high for me to be
For my maiden gracefully sleeps there
In her bed,beside the sea

I asked her to come hither
For her beautiful face I yearned to see
Twas yawning...

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To be nobody - but -yourself-- in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else--means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never...

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Oh God there he is again,
back room, is he waiting?
Did he know I was coming
or something?

He's tryin too hard, too hard to be cool 
as he drawls how are you?
I just say fine and you?
Wish...

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I found a bit of poetry
tacked up on a door
while wandering through the halls
of the latest-greatest war

So I scootchied up my dungarees,
and with squinty eyes I read,
“If you can read this poetry
 you are likely...

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Voices traverse the medians of my head
or, at least they used to...I thought I didn’t
always like what they had to say...at least
they said something that was interesting
I forgot what I was supposed to remember
a while...

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Now Bungeye Bert was a bit of A SQUIRT....
And came from the bush you see....
Had a squinty eye an open fly....
Was bandy round the knee....
He came to Brissy town this day....Brisbane
First time in the big...

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It’s not the word “Mother”
that means anything to me,
it’s the emotion and love inside the word,
hidden, for all to see, it’s the
	Mold I measure myself by, the
	Optimism I learned, the
	Tower of strength I lean on,...

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Bung eye Bert

Now Bung eye Bert was a bit of a squirt
And came from the bush you see
Had a squinty eye, an open fly
Was bandy round the knee

He came to Brissy town this day
First time...

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Awakening


What of the wild waist willow,
That shoots weeping spears,
Across near dumpy pillows,
Creating forests of fear?

Aye forests of fear,
Skulking carpets of eyes,
Watching us as we near,
Waiting to create fearful cries.

Such fearful screeching cries,
Ring out above slashing...

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The impressive buildings on the Glasgow sky
Compliment life on the River Clyde
With its many secrets it cannot hide
But that is life in Glasgow.

From the understated Squinty Bridge
And George Square to Buchanan Street
Makes it hard for...

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In debonair, burnt-orange, fur cloak
You trot your preened tail in front of the men folk
Nose pointed skyward prowling for a free dinner after dark
Your prickly ears snare every sensual bark
Squinty eyes reflect the sleekest of...

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Lemons squeeze reality into tiny sour drops
Cherry pops on clouds turn red with envy
Apple blossoms fly through branches down
Which requires acrobatic accuracy astounding
Explosions are the foundation of reality
If they don’t wake you up than nothing...

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Ah, February
You and your groundhog
Torment me, tease me
With the fictitious hoax
Of an early Spring.
Oh, why do I still hope?
Knowing that the cards are dealt
By madmen
In top hats worshiping
A despondent despot
A long nosed, squinty eyed
Overstuffed rodent.
Ah,...

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Leonine, with whispy fur,
So soft it’d make a human purr.
Squinty eyes and button nose,
no stranger to a model’s pose.
Stalks the halls of Sarah’s lair,
a life of ease sublimely fair.
You may think he’s just a cat,
But...

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Our love is simple
A sparkle in the eye
A handhold
A sneaky kiss

Our love is childish
Running around the kitchen table
Peeking in the shower
Waiting behind a corner….

Our love is boring
 laying on the couch 
 fetching a glass...

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She's bound to know this time you lied.
She must have noticed when you kissed the bride.
The hand that lingered a little too long.
The softest kiss with a hint of tongue.
The longing look as you drew...

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My Haiku Has Hit New Standard

My poems should remain
Safe and Sound, secure and sane
Pure, simple and plain.

More my brain does move
You a message will behoove
Poems they can improve.

My poems are plenty
Both of my eyes are...

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