Long Tinned Poems

Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what...

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A definite bonehead moment

since revised when das scribe 
made laughing stock of himself 
(circa ~ 8:30 post meridiem 
December twenty eighth, 2022).

A retrospective account
revisited courtesy the following 
honest to dog doe eyed, 
doofus dopey dilemma
allows,...

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Non labor (relations) day September 1st, 2023 poem

Aye dream of Genie (as a lad din)
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania -
keystone state abbreviated as Pea Yay,
this stupid non huge poem
deployed courtesy scholar
really...a boot nuttin
butta an overrated allay
zee good for...

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yes, this daft punk pink animal from farm ville will newt axe
any thank u mooch positive word does not rick choir whet backs
now i hold out virtual fig leaf tub buffer 
   end...

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Heretic condemned to burn at stake
reprieve eleventh hour granted clemency
commuted death penalty
criminal sentenced solitary isolation
rat infested dungeon ultimate punishment
doled out after protracted proceedings
courtesy amazing graceful puffed dragon
unwittingly delivered merciful respite.

Cowled ascetic busied himself
exotic gaseous/ liquified...

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Oooh now then. Oh just wow. A scarlet salivating sentinel sentiment is wafting air at that door. Blowing. Blowing is not bubbling so do not count powder puffs or smoke globules that radiate sideways. It...

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When I grew up there was no such thing
as microwave or t.v dinner's they hadn't
even been inverted yet

Come 6 o'clock we had to gather round the
dinning room table for evening meals and
parentally enforced family time...

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A template swap is a switch over to a swimming sword. Swordfish are very pleased at this and dunk their noses into goblets in a godlike fashion. Such etiquette in a swim. Formational framework finds...

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When Humanity Cries


Message in my angry pen
Peeps yearning for release
To scrawl on white walls
Venom from a ‘ball’ sting,

  Bane in an irate pen
  From a daring ken.

I yearn to hug The Hague
With stumps...

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(thus, I revel to reveal 
     more'n juiced poppycock
     perhaps casting impression, 
     I  hale from Mars,
     thus...

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How glue me: On lacking sticktoitiveness

Most of my iv + Lix spittle existence
found me figuratively
(primarily academically, emotionally,
psychologically, sexually, socially...) adrift,
and malfunctioning blinker
analogous to a boat
without courtesy picture
an appalling Cap'n Ahab
ankh caws away!

aimlessly bobbing - treading...

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Methinks the here
     to fore purposeful inclusion
     of key word "babysitter"
a slight oversight describing
     residents at Highland Manor
     (a...

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November 6th 2018 - election day

Later today after
     all votes get cast
post final countdown,
     the winning candidates
     ought to be known
  ...

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Most of my Lix spittle existence
     found me figuratively
     (primarily academically) adrift,
     and malfunctioning blinker
analogous to a boat with
    ...

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Take a pot, heat it hot.
Scratch it dry.
Scrape up any brown, dry left-over bits.
Check the sides as well.
Sniff the seance of conjured smells.
Imbibe the well-up of wafting aromas.
OK, now, dry-run done, you've begun.

Note: To cook...

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There's an old family shop that sells ciggies and pop,
plus Mars Bars and aspirins and tinned Winnalot.
Then just past the shop there's a small patch of green,
where kids playing football can sometimes be seen,
on its...

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It's good to be modern, don't you think? 
Bowling alley, skating rink. 
If we moderns want a swim, 
we drive our cars down to the gym. 

We've mastered plastics, studied steel, 
no fears about tomorrow's...

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TO THE TUNE OF IT WAS ON A MONDAY MORNING WHEN THE GAS MAN CAME TO CALL

It was on a Monday morning I went to the shopping mall
Folk filled huge trolleys sky high, to ensure...

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The Seasons heaven inspired Summer
Jousting  feasting + dancing diversions
Love  exquisite  reflection  in  the  mirror 
Tinned soup shelves in the village store
wicked chocolate sauce nutty ice-cream
Crimson berries golden mountains blue
shadows...

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My little westie Dougal
He's my little loon,
He really thinks he owns the place,
As he struts around the room.

He has this fake bad temper
That's such a laugh to see,
Sticking his little chest out saying
"Don't you bother...

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The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds
and too gentle zephyr of mortality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.

My mind reels with the thrill of whiteout blinds
buffeted by green field sentimentality.
The threshing floor divides...

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Carolina Blue and White
By Franklin Price
1/7/2016

Carolina blue and white,
It's such a sight to see,
Fresh fallen snow and cloudless sky,
God sent for you and me,

Tall snow covered evergreens
Above the tinned roofed house,
Where two retired seniors live,
This...

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A lot of really big trees had died to make that desk. His mother had probably gnawed them down, used her nails to saw the boards, and finished the decorative cutwork with her tongue.
Jennifer Crusie


My...

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Mother’s Vacation 

1946 the warmest May ever in Norway, mother went camping 
with her lover on an island. I was 8 and could boil potatoes and 
look after myself, but evenings that had no darkness...

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“Only in his hometown and in his own household is a prophet without honor.” Matthew 13:57

Sometimes, when I go shopping, I meet a strange woman.
Barefoot, 
dressed only in a garland of dried flowers and an...

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