Long Wad Poems

I was an avid billiard player for many years, and a very good one, and believe me, these old (and young) HUSTLERS are out there -

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Introduction: once again I incorporate 
my trademark penchant 
to fabricate fictitiously
portions of the following poetic endeavor
can you care to 
discern fact from fiction?

Attempts at lifelong friendships and holy matrimony...

Shot thru with figuratively cankerous nub,
cuz yours...

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Date:  May  2051

Damian CJ Adonis and Kyon watched
As did family and other relatives did
Also, while quite many new players
Replaced other younger players
That needed a break. CJ  announced 
The new players on the...

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Blossom
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Blossom

Just grab a seat on that stump lad, and I'll take centre stage, 
With a yarn about a small brown donk, and a lad about your age.
And thanks much for the offer, but I'll give...

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To a Mouse
by Robert Burns
translation/modernization/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Sleek, tiny, timorous, cowering beast,
Why’s such panic in your breast?
Why dash away, so quick, so rash,
In a frenzied flash
When I would be loath to run after you
With...

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The whips will crack across the back
of the steers that won’t move on.
Every day comes closer now
for the day they will be gone.
All these ‘beeves’ on the trail,
will be yarded sold and railed,
and the cowboys...

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Self-Addressed Stamped Envelope

Horrid tin on wet paper. Coastal fragments of an empire twilight. Nonsense to corners in a deck along the warped cabin. Would you be silent for a moment? Afraid it seems, all these...

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Everyone nose, I haint no otolaryngologist

Nonetheless this bard arse feels gratitude
courtesy Laurence V. Cramer, D.O.
without cerumen eye zing
May 17th, 2022 'ere
and thank dog guardian angels,
who find me continually blessed
regarding audiological sense to hear,
whereby faculty sound...

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(dirty dental deeds done dirt cheap,
yet...aye value, treasure, revere...those
loosely fading cutting edge com man 
dubble size memories.)

(Witch role an 
   unavoidable mandatory phase),
that nowadays breaks the piggybank 
   like a dropped...

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An Icy cold, sweet treat.
                       Often starts with vanilla, cookie cream,
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Reyna E Griffin
23 august  2021
Grade 11

NOVEMBER
Life is starting to feel like  NOVEMBER again. Ah yes, an odd statement if you have no context of how it truly felt in NOVEMBER 2020.
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Thar was nae richt ae laddie sair
wha heft a cave 'side Galloway,
wi' nae jaiken he griftit dare
as he was nae tae lippen tae.

Ill-naitur'd  fishwife he haud in wi',
the twa 'greed tae gang the'gither.
She haud...

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And this picture on the wall of my heart told a story of men giving birth  among themselves in the north promiscuously...
Sipping memories from the lungs of the  girl child. 
They were not...

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Have You Tried My Slushie?             By 
Briar Rabbit
 
 
 
I don’t know if it brings the boys to the 
yard
I’d want some time to myself
 
I  think..
 
I think of angel dust
while
liberty belles call my name
 
 
cement and concrete as...

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(witch role an unavoidable mandatory phase)
that nowadays breaks the piggybank 
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod assent if offspring  grown, 

   or ponder new found challenge 
...

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Nothing in my life has ever been anything like this.
When I started my company it was nothing but bliss.
I invented a company called “The Edit Centre”
Back in ’86, I was quite the inventor.

The business model...

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I sat one evening in the park
upon a bench I thought my own
but as the dusk turned into dark,
I realized I was not alone

I hadn't seen from where he'd come
or got a strong look at...

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"Dearly beloved, "We are gathered here today to witness,
The wickedness of these times."
"Blessed", fortunately, its ending soon."
To radio stations phone-it.
"Wait!, No!, Next month.
"Taking the kiddies fishing."
"Perhaps we should postpone it."
"Reminds me, of an ole story.
"My,...

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Beneath the city the river fishing is good.

I roam with tackle and pole below those wiggling tapeworms
Wound around the cement underbelly of bridges
Devouring the guts of the city’s glamour
Down here where shadows are long as...

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Look past
the faded little girl    braids and bows 
in a       polaroid picture
buttery yellow skirt 
curtsying     a smile
frog prince 
imprisoned   ...

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A world that’s filled with anger,
corruption, hate, and poverty,
sometimes in the midst of this
there is one heart warming story.
It’s usually where there’s sadness,
and when the weather’s bitter cold,
where some poor soul is struggling.
and where the...

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Would you go swimming or fishing with an eighty foot strong hook, flippers, a basket hat, and a toothbrush tail? Bullfrog wants to. He wants to consistently visit the waters to engage in the flow...

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Good-Bye God


One day I fell into a well of despair
Why God does no one care
I am finally at the end of my rope
For me there is no hope

My only sin was looking at the pretty...

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Three Sonnets tell a story, in sequence.
[From the narrative poem, "Don't Go to Wyoming Alone"]

         I. Natural Instinct  (Chivalric Sonnet)

He saves a wad of cash and...

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