Long Stammered Poems

Raisin liked to make her bed upon a shelf up high
She said she likes the feeling that she’s almost in the sky
One day she fell and bonked her head and Rum could only stare
And wondered...

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It’s heading for our planet at ten thousand miles an hour
To stop it all the experts say we haven’t got the power
All the nukes in all the world won’t constitute a plan
So someone said, ‘All...

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Red light, the neon beer sign on the distant wall reflects off the long expanse of polished bar top, overpowering the quiet brown wood. It’s after lunch, only a few people in to stir the...

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There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, science...

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Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of shopping for gifts for people that already  have everything, I find myself remembering that Christmas of 1954.

Dad had joined...

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The Sun was acting rather strange
With the Moon and Stars concerned.
As it was not content to share the sky...
And not prepared to wait its turn.
So the sea was simmering and boiling hot
Without the night's return.

But...

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My friends have always hated Valentine's Day.
They ridiculed the pimply-faced boys
Whose hormone-infused offerings
Smell of Axe cologne and sweaty palms.

Greater the mocking of pubescent princesses
Who prance and twirl and collect tokens
From admirers like shells on a...

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THREE WITCHES A LOVE SONNET


Three ancient, rotten, horrid, witches 
just awoke from their daytime snore,
These evil, reeking, damaged, sisters,
Cursed the land for thirty-five score.

As they hobbled down stairs 
they stammered and coughed,
Till they reached the...

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I met my father in the afterlife,  
He looked stern, and his words cut like a knife
He said, "I have questions about my last days on earth 
They were hard, so hard questions have...

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I was asked to read some poetry down at an old folks home,
Where they'd lost need for toothbrushes, and naturally a comb,
That is the blokes of course, who are gummy, stooped and bald, 
And closing...

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I’ve got a mate named Marty who went through the school with me,
but like most teenage scholars gave the teachers buggery,
and when it came to penning words, Marty wasn’t very smart,
but put a brush into...

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A Conversation With Little Red Riding Hood

[I’ve always loved the fairy tale, “Little Red Riding Hood”, and I’ve used it to teach many lessons, especially on perspective and morals in my classroom, so this contest...

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Screaming from his office was loud enough to wake the dead
by our trucking company foreman who was livid when he said,
“That useless bloody mongrel, that scum of the flamin’ earth,
has loaded up a truck with...

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Vicar Tynan sat amongst his roses in a Friday morning sun,
that shone in beams through willow branch and leaves,
where it’s time to think of Sunday and what sermon must be done,
when he heard squabbling coming...

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The stage was so spectacular I had to wear my glasses.
They only let a handful in with extraordinary passes;
written in a scripted font and lined with foiled gold,
for those of us who had one, they...

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Dalton lived in the north Texas plain,
working a ranch he owned for five years,
a small spread, but it brought some money in,
some solace after all of the past tears.

His wife had died giving birth to...

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Designed To Communicate

Poetic  justice often can communicate;
Never humiliate or ever to prevaricate;
Open a mind;
Curiosity find;
And much more interest in you create.

To me, this is what the name of the game is.
How do I wiggle...

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Grow old along with me:
The best is yet to be!

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See! Ben Ezra stares Rubaiyat in the eye,
	In a debate so hot and ever fresh;
Their porters seem in the semels to lie!
	Are they also gone or...

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.           Oh – the glorious things we saw – shelves full of toys and household goods, glass 
counters with hundreds of bottles of perfume and...

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FOR ALL THAT IT’S WORTH – BY HAMID SINCLAIR

In God… we find the godless.  
So-called transformers of faith—  
Neo-Decepticons, New Age ravers,  
Ravenous sheep… in wolf’s clothing.  

Hapless victims—bitten by the...

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II.
In the week that followed that cold, hard scene,
Reno settled in and got down to work,
he did tie up loose ends for the estate,
but mostly in the saloons did lurk.

Listening hard for any rumor,
even if...

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Hurriedly, I raced to the grocery reaching the door, when a girl ran up to me with a box of 
cats.

"Miss,  would you like to have a kitten"?  I had just searched the...

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Her name was Janet, she was thirty-two,
and she hadn’t been in this town for years,
she’d gone to college here, back in those days,
but looking back at it now, it felt weird.

She had gotten word of...

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...With that he went to a small chest, retrieved a bound-up scroll,
and her eyes went quite wide with shock when the thing was unrolled,
’twas her emancipation, and he’d signed it with his name,
“It’s all that...

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I.
Miles McNeill was not a fine young man,
he barley finished high school, with a D,
seemed more interested in a thug life,
ran with the gangs and lived life on the streets.

Already had a criminal record,
twice now...

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